Homestuck was the story of four Children, being stuck not only in their physical homes but in the very concept of their homes: A white-collared suburbian neighbourhood with dark themes of desolation and constant observation, a deceptionally luxurious hideout in the woods, little more than a bump on a kafkaesque factory, a flat in some Texan inner city(the horror) and a lone island, symbol of hermitship, full of plastic mysticism and taxidermy.
Only in meeting each other, this concepts could collide, negate, annul themselves, only in meeting each other, the Kids could become truly not Homestuck, truly HomeUnstuck.
somebody will take this seriously again, right?
Therefore, Homestuck is no more. The spell is lifted, and who should care if in the emptiness of a long lost webcomic's shell a mad demigod laughs and rages against the darkness? It is over. We are not Homestuckstuck anymore. Now we are Homestuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuckstuck.