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.
I SUSPECT MY FORMER BROTHER AND HER PROTEGE FINANCE THEIR EXISTENCE MERCENARILY, THROUGH THE HUNTING OF HEADS AND BLOOD. AND IF NOT THAT, THEN KNOW THAT THE CHILDREN OF THE BLACK FLAME ARE A CRAFTY PACK, WELL SKILLED IN THE ART OF TRADING HONEYED WORDS FOR GLEAMING COIN. AND THOUGH DIMINISHED, THE DEVILS IN THE RISING KING’S RETINUE ARE OLD AND CUNNING.
See, this is why I skip the mornings, though the Brunch lays forever out of my reach, I count it as a fair trade for not having to work so hard so early.
Also, what is WITH the book etiquette in this house? Cio last page and now Alison! Those covers are gonna soak right through at best, but an errant cramp will send the entire thing tumbling into the drink!
Be warned; this treatment of books is not advisable for people who are *not* heir to the Key of Kings, for the librarians of Throne will surely tear you to shreds.
Librarians in Thorone are to be feared Overdue books and fines are often collected by armed Mercenaries with a passion for Lititure, woe be to any seen mistreating books in their presence
It is frequently observed that the lower simians are highly susceptible to falling onto the path of the martial arts. One would be wise to avoid altercations with such creatures, as their proficiency with their limbs is matched only by their thirst for combat. They are also often vain and proud beings, though, and one may attempt to appeal to the creature’s ego to avoid a fight.
The Young King trains, Body and Mind.
She performs feats with Empty Palm that some mortals could never dream of..
But what of her other Raiment, the Sword of Zoss?
It has been called God-Cutter, and The Breaker of Geas. Vorpal of All and Nothing. Thread-Cutter, Thunder’s Anger, The End, Bird God’s voice, Twine of Endings, The Mighty Blade.. Zweihander of Zoss, The ToothPick of God..
This Mighty Blade is not forgotten, merely stored away, one can hope.
Though some learned scholars might agree that it is best left forgotten by all, to keep peace in The Multiverse.
ah! like a man, she has to develop her physical prowess to tackle the obstacles that this realm will throw at her. This is Rudy retold from a feminist perspective.
The truest path to power is exotic locales to train in and a well-stocked fridge.
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.
I love the dolo monkeys in the second panel
My question is, how are Alison and White Chain funding this little operation? They still coasting on the payout from their last score?
Training all day, every day, works up a heck of an appetite, which in turn racks up a heck of a grocery bill.
I SUSPECT MY FORMER BROTHER AND HER PROTEGE FINANCE THEIR EXISTENCE MERCENARILY, THROUGH THE HUNTING OF HEADS AND BLOOD. AND IF NOT THAT, THEN KNOW THAT THE CHILDREN OF THE BLACK FLAME ARE A CRAFTY PACK, WELL SKILLED IN THE ART OF TRADING HONEYED WORDS FOR GLEAMING COIN. AND THOUGH DIMINISHED, THE DEVILS IN THE RISING KING’S RETINUE ARE OLD AND CUNNING.
the overlooked power will usurp the throne and reshape the world in its image
girl power
See, this is why I skip the mornings, though the Brunch lays forever out of my reach, I count it as a fair trade for not having to work so hard so early.
Also, what is WITH the book etiquette in this house? Cio last page and now Alison! Those covers are gonna soak right through at best, but an errant cramp will send the entire thing tumbling into the drink!
That book is perched most precariously in the last panel, Successor. Be advised.
Be warned; this treatment of books is not advisable for people who are *not* heir to the Key of Kings, for the librarians of Throne will surely tear you to shreds.
Librarians in Thorone are to be feared Overdue books and fines are often collected by armed Mercenaries with a passion for Lititure, woe be to any seen mistreating books in their presence
Ok, exactly how is that book stuck to her thighs? Double-sided tape, perhaps?
The power of Royalty
Royal thighs like those have their own gravitational pull.
Not shown: Alison punting one misbehaving dolo monkey. “MY coffee mug! BAD, BAD monkey!!”
the real power here being the ability of reading a book in the bath without itslipping into the water
truly Allison has become an ardent practitioner of Sword Law
The monkeys are hilarious to me! They even have ugly naked butts like baboons!
The path to Royalty begins with Intermittent Fasting
30 kinds of tea in the house and Allison has coffee in the morning? She has quite a way to go on the path to Royalty.
It is frequently observed that the lower simians are highly susceptible to falling onto the path of the martial arts. One would be wise to avoid altercations with such creatures, as their proficiency with their limbs is matched only by their thirst for combat. They are also often vain and proud beings, though, and one may attempt to appeal to the creature’s ego to avoid a fight.
“It’s a long road to hoe, but the flowers we grow with patience bloom longer and smell more fragrant.”
Twentyfirst student of Bagoret – FBC 013
The Young King trains, Body and Mind.
She performs feats with Empty Palm that some mortals could never dream of..
But what of her other Raiment, the Sword of Zoss?
It has been called God-Cutter, and The Breaker of Geas. Vorpal of All and Nothing. Thread-Cutter, Thunder’s Anger, The End, Bird God’s voice, Twine of Endings, The Mighty Blade.. Zweihander of Zoss, The ToothPick of God..
This Mighty Blade is not forgotten, merely stored away, one can hope.
Though some learned scholars might agree that it is best left forgotten by all, to keep peace in The Multiverse.
Traaiiinninngg montaaagggee!!!
thank you abbadon for making allison such eye candy specifically for wlw/sapphics/queer women. i get gayer every time i look at her. wife me
MORE MONKEYS, PLEASE!
ah! like a man, she has to develop her physical prowess to tackle the obstacles that this realm will throw at her. This is Rudy retold from a feminist perspective.
Finally caught up to the comic! This has been a wild journey, and I thank you for taking us on it.
I liked the grandpa dragon!
I see all of the wonderful carbs, but where is The Young King’s protein coming from?