I’m sorry, can’t I bring my own booze? I AM a saintess of parties. It comes with the territory. Gosh, I feel… what’s this feeling? Bother? I feel bothered over this!
“Her presence alone is a threat. She could light up the sky brighter than several Suns without firing a shot. And yet she doesn’t. Why? She wants to talk and end this peacefully.”
A case of Bistromath in the wild, subjective numerical values determined by the observers movement through an eatery. Conceived by a mind not entirely unlike, YISUN.
Violence is as to the tide. It rises and falls, escalates and deescalates, and as long as the soul its lifeblood remains unbound, irreducible, and paradoxical, yea it will never die. It has its roots in all things known as they are, and should always be shunned, as it is the great horror of our times.
Yet never should it be denied, never should it be ignored, and again never should it be abandoned. Rejoice in your hatred for violence, for neither the hate nor the hated shall ever falter.
So what they can really do?
Doesn’t Jag want Allison to attack him so he can just get the key since she declined just giving it to him casually before? I don’t think basic form of Alli, WC and even Cio demon one will do any harm here, there’s the fusion but that still would be too little.
So I dare to say triple devil skin human inside and then angel soul fusion?
In earlier chapters, it looked like Incubus was allied with the Red God. In this fight, he seems to be protecting Alice from Jag instead; telling her to flee.
But what if thatâs part of the plan?
If Alison joined in the fight, could her abilities tip the scales? So Jag wants her out of there so he can concentrate on the others, then pick her up at his leisure.
But Jag stole her lightning and stopped her from escaping. So it is likely that Incubus told Allison to flee in order to thwart the Red Godâs plans, but it didnât work. I suspect the Red Godâs âofferâ to Allison before the fight began was a form of flyting: he was taunting her to get her to fight him, but she didnât rise to the bait. His plans probably involve defeating her in battle, and the demiurges are just delaying that outcome in their individual inimitable ways.
I think the naming convention is to start with outermost and work in, and weâve already seen Allison wrapped by Cio. I assume itâd be ĂĄngel armor / devil skin / human inside. So, the AngDeMan, or WhiteCioLlisson
Except, a devil’s mask IS that devil, more or less, while an angel’s armor is only a shell, not their body. Plus, humans and devils are both of the black flame, angels are not.
White chain could put on Cio, now that she’s a real boy! Pinocchio style, but I doubt she would, that’s a bit personal and i imagine she might not be super touchy feely yet, having only recently discovered what skin is.
Before the humanizing of our angel at hand, the solution would be the angelic fire flowing into the human through the orifice and held in capped with the devil mask.
Long Extinguished – the Child who ran through wind swept grasses,
Now a Titan expelling Torrential Flames and Burning gassesâ¨.
To Cut the Chain that Binds the Wheel,
Every needless death taught him not to Feel.
The Red God chose not the Path of Koss
Instead like a furnace -burning away the Dross
This is the Strength he thinks he knows,
That which can take 100,000 blows.
The Demiurges – those Unworthy Cads,
Lashed and Stripped him to the nads.
Contrition ? Heâs None, and Never Shall Relent â¨
So They Strive to render him Contained and Pent.
Brought to his Knees by their Spirit forged ropes
For some Moments, rising – their hopes.
Yet Binding turns to Unwinding.
Part Spirit Fire, part Spite Fire.â¨
See it mount ever higher.
From Spirit, Heart, Marrow, Pores
â¨Transmuted pain to incendiary fire flows
Spelled out in burning rain, His thought is plain –
A Consuming Fire – spreading all around,
til you are Ashes upon the ground.
A Fiery Eye and Fiery Thigh, â¨
A Fiery Lip, a Fiery Quip,
Fiery Nose and Fiery Toes,
Fiery Skin and Fiery Shins.
Flaming Front and Flaming Back,
Flaming Arms that long to Strike,
Flaming Legs that long to Stomp.â¨
Fiery Hair, Fiery Derrière,
Fiery Palm and Fiery Pate,
A Fiery Heart full of Hate.â¨
Burning Tongue and Burning Teeth
Burning Hands, and Burning Feet
A Burning Gaze that Few can meet.
If one cannot Out Do the Master of Rageâ¨
There must be – Some other Solution to this Cage.
That which Binds all Worlds in Peril – Strives yet through Thought.â¨
Who Shall Uncover The Riddle – âWhat Hath God Wrought ?â
Exposition is seldom for the goal-oriented adventurer.
I mean, you gotta know who to direct the violence at
It’s often a clear-and-cut affair, to be sure.
I see what you did there and that’s humorous and clever.
Your wit is as cutting as ever.
When it comes to violence, one has to cut to the chase. đ¤ˇââď¸ Want some booze?
Ask aunt Maya for booze.
Don’t ask Maya for booze. She’s already drunk it all.
I would certainly not ask her for Milk…
I’m sorry, can’t I bring my own booze? I AM a saintess of parties. It comes with the territory. Gosh, I feel… what’s this feeling? Bother? I feel bothered over this!
What I am trying to say is: Cut it!
Bother not, Master Priest.
We feel you.
And thus spoke Ur-Tzu The Teacher: ÂŤIn front of a superior enemy attacking with fire, thou shall strafe circle while using a water-based attackÂť
I agree, Katara.
“Just hit whoever I’m hitting!”
How many cubitsâ worth of spear does it take to kill an invincible god?
Even if it outreached the breadth of the universe, it still wouldn’t be enough to slay the red one. But it may be enough to win the fight.
“Her presence alone is a threat. She could light up the sky brighter than several Suns without firing a shot. And yet she doesn’t. Why? She wants to talk and end this peacefully.”
Obviously, to kill the unkillable, one merely needs to wield a spear of 0 cubits. that shall fell him with ease, I should think
Division by Zero. Not even the 777,777 universes combined can withstand the weight of Infinity itself.
Allison may have been taught Wheel Theory. It’s a very strange type of Algebra, which does not make sense to me. It’s also completely consistent.
The typical math rules do not apply.
I doubt it came up in her Business Studies and Philosophy courses. Zaid, on the other hand, read mathematics at university.
A case of Bistromath in the wild, subjective numerical values determined by the observers movement through an eatery. Conceived by a mind not entirely unlike, YISUN.
A kiss will do.
But that could prove just as tricky, considering the tusks.
it cuold prove quiet the tusk
*tsuk
*task
haha suk too thas good
So… theyâre right near the ocean where Incubus disappeared. Does this mean heâs gonna end up joining forces with them?
… right before Maya ruins everything?
He’ll walk out of the ocean with an octopus or a starfish comically perched on his head and say “I told you so” as he walks back to the fight.
The cosmic laws of comic timing say it must be thus.
Ol’ Jack speaks true. The Cosmic Comic Convention cannot be undercut!
In the same Tome of Law that gravity and thermodynamics were written into, so too was comic time.
Well said, starchy friend.
Ol’ Jack always speaks true!
These old bones are astonished- Uh, that is, honoured at Preem Spudsworth’s and The Messenger’s faith in it’s truthfulness.
So it is foretold.
yikes, Solomon’s looking a little toasty there
VIOLENCE IS
Not the answer, violence is the question, and the answer is âYES.â
*BFG division and Creatures of Nekravol intensifies*
BFG?
You mean the Big Fucking Weapon?
That’s the spirit, Cio. Get in there and start slappin’ asses!
A little advice for Cio: maybe skip the paper soldier attack this time, too flammable.
Maybe pass her mask to Alisson again…
Or maybe to White Chain, that would be awesome and nasty!
Wait, is Solomon dissolving? Oh shit
Hardening leads to brittleness.
Salami Dave doesn’t feel so good…
Time for the blossoms of violence to unfurl.
Agoggy is about to smack this circus down sooooo hard…
đśWho’s been pulling every little string?
It’s been Gog-a-gog all along!đś
oh, anD I kilLed zoSs, too [evil worm laugh]
Hurray!
V I O L E N C E
Yabalchoath, enter stage right?
Saying “back to the violence” in this setting is basically like saying “back to paying taxes” in our world.
You are due. Taxes and violence are inescapable.
Violence is as to the tide. It rises and falls, escalates and deescalates, and as long as the soul its lifeblood remains unbound, irreducible, and paradoxical, yea it will never die. It has its roots in all things known as they are, and should always be shunned, as it is the great horror of our times.
Yet never should it be denied, never should it be ignored, and again never should it be abandoned. Rejoice in your hatred for violence, for neither the hate nor the hated shall ever falter.
Reach heaven through taxes.
MAMMON INTENSIFIES
Reach Heaven Through…
Worms.
Oh worm?
Cio speaks what we’re all thinking! Let the thinking and talking cease, replaced only by unlimited hyperdeath!
It’s weird that Jagganoth, in spanish, sounds like Ya ganĂł, which means He already won.
Not far from reality
HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO DEFEAT ME WHEN I HAVE ALREADY WON?!
When Allison come to the Wheel, he was already here. And now he’s already won? Somevody, give this man his Cairo Overcoat back!
Allow me to rephrase your comment: How do you expect to hand me a defeat when I already have one?
He already has defeat? De left feet and de right feet?
You are in timeout for that one.
DO YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN BEAT ME BEFORE I WIN?
A haiku.
Kings kneel to vices,
Godly sun ends their chapter,
Baby ghosts rest free.
Lords upon the blade
Reach Heaven through violence
As the Word burns bright
“Let’s get back to the violence”
fuck yeah my gay babies, kick their asses
Fight or flee
Come at me
brother by the sea.
Fight, not flee!
You know, you’ll see:
There is no flee
So what they can really do?
Doesn’t Jag want Allison to attack him so he can just get the key since she declined just giving it to him casually before? I don’t think basic form of Alli, WC and even Cio demon one will do any harm here, there’s the fusion but that still would be too little.
So I dare to say triple devil skin human inside and then angel soul fusion?
In earlier chapters, it looked like Incubus was allied with the Red God. In this fight, he seems to be protecting Alice from Jag instead; telling her to flee.
But what if thatâs part of the plan?
If Alison joined in the fight, could her abilities tip the scales? So Jag wants her out of there so he can concentrate on the others, then pick her up at his leisure.
But Jag stole her lightning and stopped her from escaping. So it is likely that Incubus told Allison to flee in order to thwart the Red Godâs plans, but it didnât work. I suspect the Red Godâs âofferâ to Allison before the fight began was a form of flyting: he was taunting her to get her to fight him, but she didnât rise to the bait. His plans probably involve defeating her in battle, and the demiurges are just delaying that outcome in their individual inimitable ways.
If an angel and a demon and a human were to combine the way Alison and Cio did during the tournament, theoretically, what would happen?
the true face of God revealed
Like a turducken.
I think the naming convention is to start with outermost and work in, and weâve already seen Allison wrapped by Cio. I assume itâd be ĂĄngel armor / devil skin / human inside. So, the AngDeMan, or WhiteCioLlisson
Except, a devil’s mask IS that devil, more or less, while an angel’s armor is only a shell, not their body. Plus, humans and devils are both of the black flame, angels are not.
But white chain is now a human herself (or at least part human) so it might work
White chain could put on Cio, now that she’s a real boy! Pinocchio style, but I doubt she would, that’s a bit personal and i imagine she might not be super touchy feely yet, having only recently discovered what skin is.
Before the humanizing of our angel at hand, the solution would be the angelic fire flowing into the human through the orifice and held in capped with the devil mask.
Damn, that sounds kinky.
I’m still waiting for Incubus to backstab somebody, be it Jagganoth or the others
The Ires of Jagganoth
Where lies that Strength beyond Strength ?
Long Extinguished – the Child who ran through wind swept grasses,
Now a Titan expelling Torrential Flames and Burning gassesâ¨.
To Cut the Chain that Binds the Wheel,
Every needless death taught him not to Feel.
The Red God chose not the Path of Koss
Instead like a furnace -burning away the Dross
This is the Strength he thinks he knows,
That which can take 100,000 blows.
The Demiurges – those Unworthy Cads,
Lashed and Stripped him to the nads.
Contrition ? Heâs None, and Never Shall Relent â¨
So They Strive to render him Contained and Pent.
Brought to his Knees by their Spirit forged ropes
For some Moments, rising – their hopes.
Yet Binding turns to Unwinding.
Part Spirit Fire, part Spite Fire.â¨
See it mount ever higher.
From Spirit, Heart, Marrow, Pores
â¨Transmuted pain to incendiary fire flows
Spelled out in burning rain, His thought is plain –
A Consuming Fire – spreading all around,
til you are Ashes upon the ground.
A Fiery Eye and Fiery Thigh, â¨
A Fiery Lip, a Fiery Quip,
Fiery Nose and Fiery Toes,
Fiery Skin and Fiery Shins.
Flaming Front and Flaming Back,
Flaming Arms that long to Strike,
Flaming Legs that long to Stomp.â¨
Fiery Hair, Fiery Derrière,
Fiery Palm and Fiery Pate,
A Fiery Heart full of Hate.â¨
Burning Tongue and Burning Teeth
Burning Hands, and Burning Feet
A Burning Gaze that Few can meet.
If one cannot Out Do the Master of Rageâ¨
There must be – Some other Solution to this Cage.
That which Binds all Worlds in Peril – Strives yet through Thought.â¨
Who Shall Uncover The Riddle – âWhat Hath God Wrought ?â
exquisitely done
I hope you had fun
come on, solomon – you’ve got *two* suns to choose from, surely one of them is suitable for flinging him into!
That’s a good way to ruin a perfectly good sun.