God you hope you can be as good as your BRO at this some day. You’d never tell him that though.

23478829834 pages later, this joke is completed when it’s revealed that Dave is actually much funnier than his brother.  To prove the point, the reader will be required to endure 10^45878 pages of Dirk Strider being kind of unfunny

GG: yep! 
GG: i finally finished a present for him 
GG: ive been working on it for years!!!! 
TT: Years? 
TT: It’s so hard to tell when you’re joking. 
TT: Or if you’re even capable of it. 

and also

EB: rose my piano!!! 
EB: :C 
TT: Sorry. 
TT: No nuance to these controls at all. 
TT: I was hoping to bludgeon the imp without letting go of it. Guess I can’t really do that. 
TT: A broken piano isn’t the end of the world though. 

Rose is really kind of a dick

TG: you dont seem to harbor any sympathy for the fact that ive burrowed fuck deep into lively, fluffy muppet buttock 
TG: im whirling in the terrible cyclone at the epicenter of my own personal holocaust of twitching foam noses 
TG: its like a fucking apocalypse of perky proboscis here 
TG: like 
TG: the proboscalypse i guess 
TT: Are you going to start rapping about this? 
TG: what no 
TG: no listen 
TT: Prong of flesh bereft of home 
TT: Found solace ‘twixt a cleft of foam. 
TG: no oh jesus 
TT: Of apocalypse your thoughts eclipse 
TT: A painted pair of parted lips 
TT: That dare through kiss to stir the air 
TT: That teases tufts of orange hair. 
TT: And though faces flush in lovers’ fits, 
TT: Hands snug in plush as gloves befit. 
TG: ok dickinson if you can shut your perfumey trap for a half second 
TG: this is serious

I don’t have some quip to make about this one or anything, I just really like Rose and Dave

Act 2 is weird, it’s recognizably Homestuck but it still feels a little off if you’re used to the whole rest of the story

I’m looking forward to reaching Act 3, which is where Homestuck really gets its myelin sheaths

I’ve never drank Tab soda.  They sell it in one of the corner stores I go to sometimes, and I’m curious about it, but I’ve heard it’s awful

It’s pretty cool how several different elements of WV’s experience in Act 2 ended up being important in Cascade

(And in a sufficiently non-contrived way that people were able to predict them beforehand, yet a sufficiently non-obvious way that not everyone was sure about them beforehand)

Another thing I like how each successive kid’s daily life is more unusual than the last.  We start with John’s completely generic suburban household and end up with Jade’s island castle / sleepwalking robot / godlike dog

>Jade: Lose interest in fauna and never speak of it again.

Oh, but you could NEVER do that. 

What marvelous creatures they are. What a daring dream, to combine the finest qualities of humanity with the elegance and nobility of the animal kingdom. How you wish you could know their world. To hear one night those muted pawpads traipse up your stairs. A low but friendly growl unsettles your slumber, and as the sopor seeps from your eyes they detect a sharp pair of ears cutting moonlight. A mysterious wolven tongue invites. Wouldn’t these ears suit you? Would not this proud long snout assist you in the hunt? 

No need to answer. Words slough from the busy mind like a useless dead membrane as a more visceral sapience takes over. Something simpler is in charge now, a force untouched by the concerns and burdens of the upright, that farcical yoke the bipedal tow. It now drives you through the midnight brush, your paws whisking through creepers, unearthing with each bold stomp bright odors demanding investigation. But not for long, as you and your new friend must claim the night with piercing howls moonward. 

You eat a weird bug and don’t even care.

BLOOM My beloved subjects, a new era is about to dawn. I, Bloom, tell you verily it is even now at hand. Yea, on the word of a Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is to be, the new Bloomusalem in the Nova Hibernia of the future.

(Thirtytwo workmen wearing rosettes, from all the counties of Ireland, under the guidance of Derwan the builder construct the new Bloomusalem. It is a colossal edifice, with crystal roof built in the shape of a huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. In the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. Numerous houses are razed to the ground. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all marked in red with the letters: L. B. Several paupers fall from a ladder. A part of the walls of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, collapses.)

Jade is beginning to regret breaking the fourth wall for this ill advised escapade.

You mean “ill-advised [S] Cascade”?