It happens with some regularity. Fortunately, it is not difficult to foment a simian civil war through judicious distribution of candied nuts to ambitious lieutenants.
AW THE MONKEY THINKS ITS PEOPLE AWWW
wait dont eat the cup bad monkey
Haruka Chaotic Neutral Linguistics Grog Sees You Freddy Mercury Lafayette Glub U Name It Aprentice of Yolo Writer of Fiction Martyr of Madness Abnosome, The Wonderful
Haruka Chaotic Neutral Linguistics Grog Sees You Freddy Mercury Lafayette Glub U Name It Aprentice of Yolo Writer of Fiction Martyr of Madness Abnosome, The Wonderful
It was upon one of my visitations to the Red City that I met a man with a most inconvenient curse. You see, he could only find rest where it was darkest and would only become truly awake after dragging his sore limbs across The Great City to the lighter side.
What I would give to know as well as he did where he lived…
Thus did the first Dolo monkey learn to align the inner forces. Rapid was the assent of their once humble race. But of their reign and precipitous fall the history books are strangely silent. None who witnessed these events will give a consistent answer. None save the greatest masters of the empty palms. And they will only lecture on the dangers of cronomancy and say no more.
Some say that their downfall was brought about by one of their own. By consuming the Rising King’s coffee cup, a lone Dolo Monkey was transfigured by the fires of Want into a terrible daemon avatar, whose lust for power led to the creation of the forbidden fist art of Shining Dawn Beans. Practitioners of this style were said to accelerate both their own metabolisms and those of their victims to the point of millions of generations being birthed and dying in the blink of an eye, and the rapid devolultion of the dolo monkeys back into their non-sentient forms. The Circle is Sterile. IA!
These secrets are wisely guarded, though We are privy to them. There are many who claim the simian sovereign was named Sun, but this is a mistranslation. Its true name can only be conveyed through figures unusable through this medium, and spoken only through a simian tongue. Legends of it still echo through the Universe, as all legends of true Power do, each providing a fascinating mirror of the civilization that retells the tale.
Thank Mammon I found you, Pontifex! I sold my commenting privileges to a deckhand on a spice barge so I could pay off the remaining debts I had after I ran out of blood. I’m replying to you on a public Kill Six Billion Demons terminal at the elevator station I’m camping out at.
I’ve lost everything. My job, my money, even my blood. My gold blood, gone! Do you have any wisdom to sustain me as I climb back up from the bottom rungs of the corporate ladder?
[Out of character, I’m enjoying the banker’s character arc. Am looking forward to hearing about their soul-searching, hard-fighting, groove-get-backing adventure to claw their way to the top again.]
Though often mistaken for its sibling, The Training Montage, The Routine Montage possesses an even more powerful temporal warping effect, and is the more prized among discerning narrativomancers.
I don’t know which is the greater sacrilege: reading in the bath, or eating in the bath. Doing both at the same time only increases the risk of dropping one, or both, in the bath. None of which helps you get clean.
Many humans who attempt cultivation fail because they underestimate the importance of alignment; it is difficult to arrive at a destination when one knows neither their current place nor the direction to go.
YET THEY ALL ARRIVE AT OBLIVION IN THE END. MY FORMER BROTHER IS SHOWING WISDOM BY ALIGNING HER PROTEGE WITH EMPTINESS – TO CULTIVATE ROYALTY IS TO CREATE DEATH.
I must respect a student who has incorporated their teacher’s berating into their schedule at a consistent point in time. It really is courteous to the teacher, especially to one who burns with a cold white flame.
The truest path to power is exotic locales to train in and a well-stocked fridge.
Also an bumpin’ rock track and as many wardrobe changes as you can fit in.
If you’re lucky, it’ll trigger a Montage, which saves a LOT of time.
noodles are the food of gods
And the food of those who would murder the gods
Fine, but don’t skip on the coffee or you’ll want to murder everything.
Blessed are the noodle vendors.
… for they shall inherit the broth.
One day, the Monkeys will rise up having learned the secrets of 10000 martial arts from all across Throne, spying on the learned and the wise.
It happens with some regularity. Fortunately, it is not difficult to foment a simian civil war through judicious distribution of candied nuts to ambitious lieutenants.
AW THE MONKEY THINKS ITS PEOPLE AWWW
wait dont eat the cup bad monkey
This is basically what I do every day. Including the monkeys.
You *do* MONKEYS?!?!
Good point. Thanks for the reminder.
No. They do me.
It was upon one of my visitations to the Red City that I met a man with a most inconvenient curse. You see, he could only find rest where it was darkest and would only become truly awake after dragging his sore limbs across The Great City to the lighter side.
What I would give to know as well as he did where he lived…
Thus did the first Dolo monkey learn to align the inner forces. Rapid was the assent of their once humble race. But of their reign and precipitous fall the history books are strangely silent. None who witnessed these events will give a consistent answer. None save the greatest masters of the empty palms. And they will only lecture on the dangers of cronomancy and say no more.
Some say that their downfall was brought about by one of their own. By consuming the Rising King’s coffee cup, a lone Dolo Monkey was transfigured by the fires of Want into a terrible daemon avatar, whose lust for power led to the creation of the forbidden fist art of Shining Dawn Beans. Practitioners of this style were said to accelerate both their own metabolisms and those of their victims to the point of millions of generations being birthed and dying in the blink of an eye, and the rapid devolultion of the dolo monkeys back into their non-sentient forms. The Circle is Sterile. IA!
These secrets are wisely guarded, though We are privy to them. There are many who claim the simian sovereign was named Sun, but this is a mistranslation. Its true name can only be conveyed through figures unusable through this medium, and spoken only through a simian tongue. Legends of it still echo through the Universe, as all legends of true Power do, each providing a fascinating mirror of the civilization that retells the tale.
Allison getting THICC
Not gonna lie, she looks good in that Rhonda Rousey sort of way
Physics! No!
Physics, YES!
One does not reach heaven through applied mathematics, my young pree.
My Kerbals disagree.
Grocery Princess is best Princess aside from Brand New Red Devil Princess and Suplex Princess
Thank Mammon I found you, Pontifex! I sold my commenting privileges to a deckhand on a spice barge so I could pay off the remaining debts I had after I ran out of blood. I’m replying to you on a public Kill Six Billion Demons terminal at the elevator station I’m camping out at.
I’ve lost everything. My job, my money, even my blood. My gold blood, gone! Do you have any wisdom to sustain me as I climb back up from the bottom rungs of the corporate ladder?
REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE
LIVE ON EVIL
There’s a trade in playing roles
with em em and his friends I’m told
the master’s rather critical
[Out of character, I’m enjoying the banker’s character arc. Am looking forward to hearing about their soul-searching, hard-fighting, groove-get-backing adventure to claw their way to the top again.]
TRAINING MONTAGE, REDUX
I like to imagine the one monkey actually know’s what it’s doing, and is critiquing her form, to no avail. Poor monkey.
Though often mistaken for its sibling, The Training Montage, The Routine Montage possesses an even more powerful temporal warping effect, and is the more prized among discerning narrativomancers.
Im reading this page and hearing one of WoW’s Mists of Pandaria soundtracks (Way of the Monk) – it fits perfectly!
I’d really like to know what she is reading in the bathtub in her short brunch.
Is it combat related? Is it history? Is it a book she teleported in from Earth? Is it Cios newest ff story?
It’s a trashy novel filled with lewd drawings.
In other words, she raided Cio’s mattress stash again.
Which might explain some of those plants…
I don’t know which is the greater sacrilege: reading in the bath, or eating in the bath. Doing both at the same time only increases the risk of dropping one, or both, in the bath. None of which helps you get clean.
One has to watch out for monkeys – too many thumbs.
Will the city stuck in perpetual dawn ever find it’s self in high noon? TUNE IN NEXT TIME!
Many humans who attempt cultivation fail because they underestimate the importance of alignment; it is difficult to arrive at a destination when one knows neither their current place nor the direction to go.
YET THEY ALL ARRIVE AT OBLIVION IN THE END. MY FORMER BROTHER IS SHOWING WISDOM BY ALIGNING HER PROTEGE WITH EMPTINESS – TO CULTIVATE ROYALTY IS TO CREATE DEATH.
THUS TO REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE.
Seven AM the usual morning line up…
hmm. its nice seeing a better side of this world. a kinder side. something worth working toward.
Evil also resides under the sun. Trust not the face of beauty for it can conceal what lies beneath.
I must respect a student who has incorporated their teacher’s berating into their schedule at a consistent point in time. It really is courteous to the teacher, especially to one who burns with a cold white flame.
Before I meet the mountain crew
in dark and leave them in dark too
I also enjoy coffee brew
This comic is also so cozy. I love it.
Perfect. I almost laughed my head out.
And Dolo monkeys are truly charismatic.
An empty stomach is as dangerous as amy enemy
Even master warriors who can fight barefoot on the tip of a bamboo spear cannot fight on an empty stomach.
Remember to feed, everyone.