Glen's cosplays

This Halloween I dressed as Johnny Depp from A Nightmare on Elm Street. Sweet dreams…

Omegle conversation of the night:
  • ((Visuals: I'm dressed as Grandpa Harley, he's Jake or Vriska-suit John, couldn't tell. The head I pull out is Scratch's. The second trophy is the Flourite Octet))
  • You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
  • You and the stranger both like homestuck.
  • You: WOULD YOU SEE THE HEAD OF MY LATEST KILL?
  • Stranger: yes
  • Stranger: OHFUCK
  • You: SO THERE I WAS
  • Stranger: SCRATCHPLS
  • You: NECK-DEEP IN GREEN CORPSES
  • You: IN MY PAJAMAS
  • You: HOW THEY GOT IN MY PAJAMAS, I'LL NEVER KNOW.
  • You: WHEN IN COMES THIS BEAST, 10-FEET TALL AND DAPPER AS THE DAY I WAS BORN.
  • Stranger: wha
  • You: I PULL MY TRUSTY ELEPHANT GUN FROM MY BACK POCKET.
  • You: AND I SHOOT A HOLE IN HIM SO BIG, STRIDER'S EGO WOULD FIT THROUGH AND BARELY TOUCH THE SIDES.
  • Stranger: JAKEPLZ
  • Stranger: Granpa plzzzz
  • You: AND THEN, FROM A CERULEAN BEAUTY, I LIBERATED THESE
  • Stranger: oh mY GOD
  • You: NOT ALL OF MY TROPHIES ARE FROM KILLS.
  • You: IF YOU TAKE MY MEANING.
  • Stranger: OH
  • Stranger: BB
  • You: WOULD YOU HERE MORE STORIES OF THE HUNT?
  • You: *HEAR
  • Stranger: I will here and hear
  • You: SO THERE I WAS.
  • You: IN THE FORESTS OF NEW ALTERNIA.
  • You: NOTHING ON ME BUT MY WITS, MY CLEVER DISGUISE, AND SIXTY POUNDS OF HARD EXPLOSIVES.
  • Stranger: JUST A BIT OF SUPPLIES
  • You: I WAS OUTSIDE THE BEAST'S LAIR.
  • You: YES, OFFICE SUPPLIES.
  • You: RIGHT, I ALSO HAD PAPER CLIPS.
  • You: BIG RED ONES.
  • Stranger: Yess
  • You: THE BEAST HAD A PACK OF FERAL, DEADLY CLOWNS AT HIS DISPOSAL.
  • You: THEIR HONKS OF DEATH EMANATED FROM THE DAMP DUNGEON WALLS.
  • You: SO I GO IN, DISGUISING MYSELF AS A CAT. OR AS THEY CALL IT, A 'MEOWBEAST'.
  • You: I KNEW THAT THEY WOULD IMMEDIATELY TAKE ME TO THE KITCHEN.
  • You: AND INDEED THEY DID.
  • Stranger: ohmygod
  • You: WHAT I DID NOT COUNT ON, WAS THAT THE CHEF HAD A PET CLUCKBEAST NAMED ALONZO.
  • Stranger: alonsy, alonzo
  • You: ALONZO SAW THROUGH MY DISGUISE AT ONCE.
  • You: AND I HAD TO FIGHT MY WAY THROUGH A SWARM OF EGGS AND CLUBS.
  • Stranger: like strip clubs?
  • You: NO
  • You: LIKE BONK CLUBS
  • You: FINALLY, I ARRIVED AT THE THRONE ROOM.
  • Stranger: like fight strip clubs...?
  • You: WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUBS.
  • You: THE BEAST WAS IN A TECHNICOLOR MESS OF BLOOD AND PIGMENT.
  • You: SO I TOOK OFF MY HAT, AND RETRIEVED THE EGG I HAD CLEVERLY STACHED INSIDE.
  • You: EGGS, YOU SEE, ARE THE WEAKNESS OF THOSE THAT LIVE UNDERGROUND.
  • You: SO I CHUCK IT AT HIS HEAD
  • Stranger: ohmygod
  • You: AND REALIZE THAT, ONCE AGAIN, I HAD MISTAKEN A TROLL FOR A NOME.
  • Stranger: FPKPSDGSK
  • You: SO INSTEAD I WENT WITH THE EXPLOSIVES.
  • You: BUT I DID NOT HAVE A MATCH.
  • You: HOW LUCKY I WAS THAT I HAD LONG AGO MASTERED THE ANCIENT ART OF FIREBREATH FROM THE DRAGON OF THE WEST.
  • You: SO I TOSS THE EXPLOSIVES, BREATH FIRE FROM MY SEA OF CHI
  • You: AND BEGIN TO RUN LIKE THE WIND.
  • You: THE GATE WAS BEING LOWERED
  • You: BUT I SLID UNDERNEATH IT
  • You: REACHED BACK
  • You: GRABBED MY HAT
  • You: AND WATCHED AS A GIANT FIREBALL ENGULFED THE AREA.
  • You: BUT THAT WAS NOT HIS FINAL FORM!\
  • You: HE MORPHED INTO A ONE-WINGED DEMIGOD OF MIRTH AND LAUGHTER.
  • You: SO I TOOK MY PAPERCLIP AND FASHIONED IT INTO A MAKESHIFT SWORD.
  • You: AND BEGIN TO FIGHT MY WAY UP HIM.
  • You: HE WAS SEVERAL STORIES TALL, OF COURSE.
  • You: ALONG THE WAY, I LOST MY SWORD TO A MERCHANT WHO OFFERED ME A FINE PIECE OF REAL ESTATE FOR IT.
  • You: I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO ACCEPT.
  • You: AS HE FLOATED BACK TO EARTH ON HIS BALLOONS
  • You: I ALSO BOUGHT A MAP FROM HIM.
  • You: STRANGE FELLOW.
  • You: SO THERE I WAS!
  • You: FIGHTING UP HIM WITH MY FISTS AND THE STEEL BRIM OF MY HAT SERVING AS A BRASS KNUCKLE.
  • You: I REACH THE TOP
  • You: AND HE CHALLENGES ME TO AN EPIC BATTLE
  • You: OF SLAM POETRY.
  • You: NEEDLESS TO SAY, HARLEY HASS THE FLAME.
  • You: SO MY SICK FIRES WERE LIT.
  • You: AND HIS WERE, AS THE KIDS SAY, 'WHACK'.
  • You: SO THEN I KILLED HIM.
  • You: AND THAT'S THE STORY.
  • Stranger: All about how your life got flipped, turned upside-down?
  • You: NO. THAT'S THE PREQUEL.
  • You: THEY TURNED IT INTO A MOVIE SERIAL.
  • Stranger: So you're Will Smith?
  • You: TECHNICALLY
  • You: I AM TROLL WILL SMITH.