The masses cry out in grief, for there is no hope in this piteous universe.
The sinners get dealt the hand they deal, nothing more.
Once more they are left wanting by a selfish and hoarding God.
Not a single drop of water is granted to the desert-cast sojourner,
just as we are denied our single and most sincere desire.
Supreme Divine Art: 『Jaggahog Denial』
So, as the gazillion day fight winds down into despair with a fat chorded dirge droning away in the background, there’s only one more decision. Does this end with the whimper we’re being groomed to expect, or is there an (too depressingly late for half measures) explosion of glory, like her bindi going nova or something. Will White Chain show up with Michael’s head? Will the real head honcho of creation step in to smack these kinda violent posers? Where the Hell is Maya?
At this point. WhiteChain appeared, with an arm of pure flame, and shouted “BURNING PALM!”
…I figure that or a noodle vendor. But part of me is wondering if the mortal blow has already been struck upon Jag by the cubit spear, and he’s operating on borrowed time.
´Twas not Charles Barkley that destroyed the mortal world with the Chaos Dunk many untold cycles ago. It was him.
As forgotten speakers from times long past once said:
Here comes the dunk! Boom-Shakalaka!
Sphinx NOTACAT (Not a wanted thief and most definitely not an anthropomoprhic cat
Well, now we know why Jaggy is mad all the time. I’d be in a foul mood too, if my magic wand was missing. And as much as I like the Speedo theory – you know, hope springs eternal and all that – I think we can be fairly certain that there’s no there, there.
But of course there are much more important things than Jaggy’s junk – or lack thereof. It’s remarkable that Allison and Cio are even remotely coherent after what they’ve just experienced. But they’re in no condition to fight.
I don’t think White Chain is dead. Too central to the whole saga to just die offstage. Could be regenerating, but I’m not sure how becoming a meat puppet like the rest of us – well, sorta like the rest of us – affects that whole cycle.
Then again, who expected the three of them to merge into Aspected Chaos, so really anything is possible.
But alas, poor Mammon! I knew him, Horatio. Yes, he was a cold blooded (ha! literally) ruthless murderer like all the other demiurges, but he was somehow more likable, with his last century manner of speaking, and his poor Alzheimers afflicted old reptile brain messing with him all the time, as he bumbled about.
Where are your jibes now, eh? Your count? What use those riches now, old chum?
Now you’re but a weapon of opportunity for the considerably reduced but still formidable Jagganoth, who I think we can agree is one sick mofo.
No idea what will happen next, but something or someone better get between the Mammon-head armed Jagganoth and our heroines, and do so quickly.
Do you smell that Alice? Everything’s gone to hell. I hope all that from before wasn’t just bravado; seems you’ll be fighting with a few hands behind your back. Get up, glorious fool, and think of what else is behind you than just your sundered flesh.
Well, he’s clearly powered down for some reason and is trying to hit Allison with Mammon’s head. Or maybe using it to fall more gracefully if it still has some of Mottoms levitation magic on it.
The Wheel-Turning King, bearer of the word BLADE and god of the sundered world, might just be a really big fan of theatrical wrestling, thus preferring the antics of hitting this bastard with that other bastard to his maints and sundry puissant blows.
Rest in peace Mammon, you giant, Werther’s Original eating fratricide.
Also rest in peace to Jagganoth’s floral battle-shorts. Alas, the Blood Sated Sword Soul does not even spare the wielder’s own undergarments.
I am… unfortunately reminded of a quote from a rather small, yet humerous fellow in this moment. Ahem.
“geeettttttt dunked on!!!”
The masses cry out in grief, for there is no hope in this piteous universe.
The sinners get dealt the hand they deal, nothing more.
Once more they are left wanting by a selfish and hoarding God.
Not a single drop of water is granted to the desert-cast sojourner,
just as we are denied our single and most sincere desire.
Supreme Divine Art: 『Jaggahog Denial』
Im not the only one that hears a boat claxon in the background everytime Jaggy barrels down at someone right?
Thomas the Tank Engine theme, personally
This has a wonderfully End of Evangelion feel to it
Give us the Jaggahog, Abaddon.
We the slavering masses demand it.
It’s there. It’s just not upscaled like everything else is.
That would explain a LOT about Jaggy. Like, a LOT.
So, as the gazillion day fight winds down into despair with a fat chorded dirge droning away in the background, there’s only one more decision. Does this end with the whimper we’re being groomed to expect, or is there an (too depressingly late for half measures) explosion of glory, like her bindi going nova or something. Will White Chain show up with Michael’s head? Will the real head honcho of creation step in to smack these kinda violent posers? Where the Hell is Maya?
Oh, oops
Where IS Maya??
Wouldn’t it be just like Maya to be the only thing not cut by the 80,000 sword attack?
noooo, lizard-grandpa!! he was my fav!
Do you notice how Jagganoth is out of his ultimate form and back to his basic self? Has he overexerted himself?
Aw, poor Mammon! He was the nicest Demiurge! D:
Still, notice how Jagganoth looks very, very different right now! I think Allison might have just done it! Just a little too late for poor Mammon. :'(
It was
At this point. WhiteChain appeared, with an arm of pure flame, and shouted “BURNING PALM!”
…I figure that or a noodle vendor. But part of me is wondering if the mortal blow has already been struck upon Jag by the cubit spear, and he’s operating on borrowed time.
Where’s his penis?
BEHOLD THE RED KING……….heh…..he naked
Why the hell are some people obsessed with seeing Jagganoths dick? If Abbadon doesn’t want to put it in, then let him not put it in.
It is a funny joke you foolish joyless human
wait you guys were joking?
this is probably just a perspective trick but
jagganoth’s left-hand jaggatitty looks a heck of a lot bigger than his right-hand jaggatitty
That side is shaded a bit differently though, so, yea, gonna go with perspective weirdness.
´Twas not Charles Barkley that destroyed the mortal world with the Chaos Dunk many untold cycles ago. It was him.
As forgotten speakers from times long past once said:
Here comes the dunk! Boom-Shakalaka!
So sad R.I.P Grandpa Mammon ok now that that’s settled CAN WE TALK ABOUT JAG’S HUGE GIGANTIC MOMMY MILKERS? LIKE AWOOOOOO HONKA HONKA BAZONGAS
Booba…
Well, now we know why Jaggy is mad all the time. I’d be in a foul mood too, if my magic wand was missing. And as much as I like the Speedo theory – you know, hope springs eternal and all that – I think we can be fairly certain that there’s no there, there.
But of course there are much more important things than Jaggy’s junk – or lack thereof. It’s remarkable that Allison and Cio are even remotely coherent after what they’ve just experienced. But they’re in no condition to fight.
I don’t think White Chain is dead. Too central to the whole saga to just die offstage. Could be regenerating, but I’m not sure how becoming a meat puppet like the rest of us – well, sorta like the rest of us – affects that whole cycle.
Then again, who expected the three of them to merge into Aspected Chaos, so really anything is possible.
But alas, poor Mammon! I knew him, Horatio. Yes, he was a cold blooded (ha! literally) ruthless murderer like all the other demiurges, but he was somehow more likable, with his last century manner of speaking, and his poor Alzheimers afflicted old reptile brain messing with him all the time, as he bumbled about.
Where are your jibes now, eh? Your count? What use those riches now, old chum?
Now you’re but a weapon of opportunity for the considerably reduced but still formidable Jagganoth, who I think we can agree is one sick mofo.
No idea what will happen next, but something or someone better get between the Mammon-head armed Jagganoth and our heroines, and do so quickly.
Maya, maybe? White Chain? Salami Dave?
Incubus’s head? Since he’s a master of Head of John, his head and neck are practically immortal.
Jadis probably got her prison shattered and some other effect. I could see Solomon possibly surviving due to his super speed abilities.
Show us Jagganoth’s hog you coward
They didn’t show us the jaggahog, but the real jaggahog was always in here *points at kokoro*
(translator’s note: “kokoro” means “heart”)
1/7 GOD TORSOS DEAD
Do you smell that Alice? Everything’s gone to hell. I hope all that from before wasn’t just bravado; seems you’ll be fighting with a few hands behind your back. Get up, glorious fool, and think of what else is behind you than just your sundered flesh.
Wait. He’s no longer in his skulls-and-arms form. Does that mean he expended some sort of power reserve or what?
Yeah, unlikely given that the caption reads “THE WHEEL TURNING KING.” I guess it’s just a pain to draw.
Well, he’s clearly powered down for some reason and is trying to hit Allison with Mammon’s head. Or maybe using it to fall more gracefully if it still has some of Mottoms levitation magic on it.
The Wheel-Turning King, bearer of the word BLADE and god of the sundered world, might just be a really big fan of theatrical wrestling, thus preferring the antics of hitting this bastard with that other bastard to his maints and sundry puissant blows.
Maybe he can only maintain that form for a certain period of time.
YOU FOOLS JAGGANOTH HAS A PUSSY
Oh shit, I’m enlightened now,
Good God, it’s the Vagganoth
even now we are robbed of the Jaggahog
Haven’t heard the news? Jagganoth has a cloaca!