Much like the spoon, do not try and turn left at Albuquerque, that’s impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth…there is no left turn. Then you’ll see that it is not the road that bends, it is only yourself.
Taking the left at Albuquerque may take you towards where you want to go, not taking the left may take you towards where you are needed to go. Neither are wrong choices, or even a choice at all. You are. They Are. How could it be otherwise?
Why yes I am a follower (insomuch as such a thing can be) of Taoist philosophy, how could you tell? 🙂
Ah, fret not, lost one… for at least you have a home to look forward to returning to.
Mine has been reduced to cinders; burned away, by men wielding the wrath of gods…
Holy cannoli, are you wandering The Road Eternal? I heard about that from a guy. I hope you didn’t make any deals for it. No gift is worth never seeing home again.
I’d offer you some bread, but you may be sick of eating wheat-based products. And the bread might not be edible anymore.
As someone who’s lived among them for a long time, the rationale of “I’m probably gonna die but at least I get to kill something” is surprisingly common in devils.
Its why they make such good assassins, nomatter how mind bendingly dangerous their foe is, if there is a slight chance they get to kill it, they take the job.
The thing CIO trying not to do is stealing , as in “it’s like poison to me , Allison” . So winning in honest and fair tournament should be ok . Fairish. Pretty fair. Well , there some fairness. No one lubing the floors. Probably. Ok , ok , let just say that probability of something being fair is not totally excluded , ok ?
I think it’s mostly that every time Allison tangles with a demiurge, the whole multiverse gets shuffled. First Mottom’s city burned, next the Grand Dragon Bank exploded. Both had enormous, unavoidable consequences for everyone even remotely nearby.
If Allison goes to fight Solomon, whatever happens will probably be the end of this peaceful little domestic life that she’s always dreamed of.
Cio does not cry for fear of herself, nor due to the peeling of carrots. Rather, Cio cries for she knows what I, and White Chain, know as well.
Allison is not ready to take on one of the seven, let alone Solomon. Even if she somehow managed to beat every other fighter in that tournament, it is unlikely she will win unless a veritable miracle occurs.
Being as I am, I do not think this will happen, and thus concur with Cio.
I think it would be a bit hard ot explain her earthly friends and society why she vanished for few years and suddenly returned wielding godlike powers looking like a heavy lifter with lots of bruisees and fiery crown. I doubt she even liked Earth that much.
I have searched across a thousand worlds, but I have never met anyone who could tell me the particulars of the Furious Dumbass style, all who had witnessed it were either dead or agog at the madness and ignorance needed to employ it.
That’s the trick, friend. Furious Dumbass Style has no particulars, because – by nature of definition – it is 100% improvisational. It cannot learned or taught. You just DO IT.
FURIOUSLY.
It is like how the master swordfighter fears a complete novice more than anything. They cannot be predicted, because even THEY don’t know what they’re doing. Furious Dumbass Style is THAT, weaponized.
And the swordmaster, who was a great master of many arts, said: “Cut! Cut with your hand and your mind and your soul as a whole, as a one! Cut away and divide their sorry selves from their life!”
And the Red Master, a daemon of many secret, unnamed things, said: “Do as thou wilt, and do it by burning the worlds away, the worlds away! Burn them all away in your fiery tears!”
And the Fifteen Shapes Master, an ancient Neutron Angel of YISUN, said: “In all that lives, there is a spirit of Fire. Light yourself on fire. Then breathe that fire until you are held aloft beyond mortal realms, and be ready to impart that fire as a lighting strike. Such is the will of YISUN.”
“Say”, said the Furious Dumbass Master, “you reaaaaally have to punch a shark.”
There’s some truth in that. As a figher I was hit on the head with a wooden weapon once and only once. It was done by a beginner (well, skilled in other arts but not with wielding a weapon).
While most martial arts take years to internalize their motions to the point one needs no thought in combat, the Furious Dumbass style gains an advantage by starting there. It does that by never bothering to learn anything that might require thinking.
You look at that halo, you see the green of a jaundiced, maggot-chewed wound.
I see the green of the earth, of the lush grass growing on the battlefield after the rains and years have come and the kings toppled and their names and causes spat upon and forgotten.
Nyave has realized that the gods are human. Consider for a second the contrapositive of that revelation. Is it so surprising that this particular person might have a halo of their own, now???
The power of the halo is a concentration of the Will, undiluted. Those with Magus Keys merely have an easier time manifesting them, because the key acts as the finest focus for that Will.
Think of the keys less as holders of power unto themselves, and more like funnels. Less the gun, and more a sword, held and empowered by the sword arm behind it. They are the name of god, whole or in part, but it is the user’s WILL that voices that word.
How powerful must Nyave’s Will be, then, that the embers of a halo arise spontaneously, with no focus but her absolute contempt? Perhaps this woman is the greatest of Allison’s followers, after all? Or could be…
I must say those flames’ shade of green is very much like that of Gog. I seriously want to agree with the “spontaneous show of Nyave’s will”, but so far I’m more inclined to believe she’s crying because some worms crawled inside her big, beautiful eyes, and that makes me sad 🙁
Don’t be so dramatic everyone, it is just static discharge from her new hair conditioner. “St. Elmo’s Lushes Locks” You can pick it up at the boutique on 3rd, or wherever fine hair products are sold.
“St. Elmo’s fire is a form of plasma. The electric field around the object in question causes ionization of the air molecules, producing a faint glow easily visible in low-light conditions. Conditions that can generate St. Elmo’s fire are present during thunderstorms, when high voltage differentials are present between clouds and the ground underneath.”
– straight off the glyph-o-sphere
<100 kV/m strength hair products are all you need!
Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Do not fear loss for all things are returned once again, though changed each time. With each new thing we loose the last. Do not get stuck in the past.
Well, if that’s the case, I guess Alison will just have to take her for a visit to Jadis’s place. They can cure any aliment, which should theoretically include deworming services. Of course, the price might be a bit steep.
(space, space, three upper-case) Hang on, where's me...?
Lady Agoga might be back ? Oh joy ! Oh , don’t worry Nyave you will never be sad now ! Oh , wait. She is sad. And crying. Ah , that means it can’t be Gog-Agog , sadly. Oh Gog-Agog when you get back ..
Hmmm, I cannot tell if it is the same shade or not. But Gog Agog’s flame always appeared… waxy in appearance, like the body of a melting candle, whereas this flame is thin and wavy, like a true flame.
ITS A GOOD THEORIE!
the problem is that the author like to put flashy things here and there so who knows, not to mention some comic authors change the story as they go.
“Murder lives forever and so does war
It’s survival of the fittest, rich against the poor
At the end of the day, it’s a human trait
Buried deep down inside of our DNA.
One man can build a bomb, another run a race
To save somebody’s life and have it blow up in his face
I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand
I’m not afraid of god, I am afraid of man.”
“Is it running in our blood, Is it running in our veins
Is it running in our genes, Is it in our DNA
Humans aren’t gonna behave as we think we always should
Oh we can be bad, as we can be good”
The Journey Continues
Only if my own would finally end.
Did you turn right or left in Albuquerque?
Ugh, it’s ALWAYS that left turn at Albuquerque. Bugs Bunny has been missing that left turn at Albuquerque for DECADES.
Much like the spoon, do not try and turn left at Albuquerque, that’s impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth…there is no left turn. Then you’ll see that it is not the road that bends, it is only yourself.
There’s a Zoolander reference that you need to fully embrace.
Taking the left at Albuquerque may take you towards where you want to go, not taking the left may take you towards where you are needed to go. Neither are wrong choices, or even a choice at all. You are. They Are. How could it be otherwise?
Why yes I am a follower (insomuch as such a thing can be) of Taoist philosophy, how could you tell? 🙂
That said, always try to take the turn with the funniest result.
Ah, fret not, lost one… for at least you have a home to look forward to returning to.
Mine has been reduced to cinders; burned away, by men wielding the wrath of gods…
Holy cannoli, are you wandering The Road Eternal? I heard about that from a guy. I hope you didn’t make any deals for it. No gift is worth never seeing home again.
I’d offer you some bread, but you may be sick of eating wheat-based products. And the bread might not be edible anymore.
Consider that the easiest way to get home is to dig a hole and declare that you live in it.
What brings you to travel, friend? There are many on the roads and all have their own reason
At Least Therell Be FIghting, Ok, Yeah
As someone who’s lived among them for a long time, the rationale of “I’m probably gonna die but at least I get to kill something” is surprisingly common in devils.
Its why they make such good assassins, nomatter how mind bendingly dangerous their foe is, if there is a slight chance they get to kill it, they take the job.
Kung-Fu fighting, perhaps?
You know how carrots be.
Making you cry and what.
With their layers.
…Damn carrots
YEAH CIO COME HELP ME SAVE MY BOYFRIEND BY DOING THE THING YOU TRYING NOT TO DO ANYMORE WHATS THE PROBLEM
The thing CIO trying not to do is stealing , as in “it’s like poison to me , Allison” . So winning in honest and fair tournament should be ok . Fairish. Pretty fair. Well , there some fairness. No one lubing the floors. Probably. Ok , ok , let just say that probability of something being fair is not totally excluded , ok ?
I think it’s mostly that every time Allison tangles with a demiurge, the whole multiverse gets shuffled. First Mottom’s city burned, next the Grand Dragon Bank exploded. Both had enormous, unavoidable consequences for everyone even remotely nearby.
If Allison goes to fight Solomon, whatever happens will probably be the end of this peaceful little domestic life that she’s always dreamed of.
Cio does not cry for fear of herself, nor due to the peeling of carrots. Rather, Cio cries for she knows what I, and White Chain, know as well.
Allison is not ready to take on one of the seven, let alone Solomon. Even if she somehow managed to beat every other fighter in that tournament, it is unlikely she will win unless a veritable miracle occurs.
Being as I am, I do not think this will happen, and thus concur with Cio.
Allison will die.
Alternatively, Allison wins, takes Zaid and goes back to Earth. “Welp, did what I came here to do, goodbye forever.”
I think it would be a bit hard ot explain her earthly friends and society why she vanished for few years and suddenly returned wielding godlike powers looking like a heavy lifter with lots of bruisees and fiery crown. I doubt she even liked Earth that much.
It’s only been a bit over one year, I thought.
But yeah it would. I was just presenting that as one of the possible things that could be eating Cio. The wrong one, turned out, but eh.
I have searched across a thousand worlds, but I have never met anyone who could tell me the particulars of the Furious Dumbass style, all who had witnessed it were either dead or agog at the madness and ignorance needed to employ it.
That’s the trick, friend. Furious Dumbass Style has no particulars, because – by nature of definition – it is 100% improvisational. It cannot learned or taught. You just DO IT.
FURIOUSLY.
It is like how the master swordfighter fears a complete novice more than anything. They cannot be predicted, because even THEY don’t know what they’re doing. Furious Dumbass Style is THAT, weaponized.
Any dumbassery is lethal dumbassery if you perform vigorously enough.
And the swordmaster, who was a great master of many arts, said: “Cut! Cut with your hand and your mind and your soul as a whole, as a one! Cut away and divide their sorry selves from their life!”
And the Red Master, a daemon of many secret, unnamed things, said: “Do as thou wilt, and do it by burning the worlds away, the worlds away! Burn them all away in your fiery tears!”
And the Fifteen Shapes Master, an ancient Neutron Angel of YISUN, said: “In all that lives, there is a spirit of Fire. Light yourself on fire. Then breathe that fire until you are held aloft beyond mortal realms, and be ready to impart that fire as a lighting strike. Such is the will of YISUN.”
“Say”, said the Furious Dumbass Master, “you reaaaaally have to punch a shark.”
I’m a shark puncher
I punch sharks
I punch them in the water
‘Cause that’s where they are
You may be asking yourself “Self, how am I to punch these sharks?” With your fists.
I see you have also read Sun Tzu’s “The Art of Punching Sharks”.
This comment line is going very well.
SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK PUNCHEER
There’s some truth in that. As a figher I was hit on the head with a wooden weapon once and only once. It was done by a beginner (well, skilled in other arts but not with wielding a weapon).
While most martial arts take years to internalize their motions to the point one needs no thought in combat, the Furious Dumbass style gains an advantage by starting there. It does that by never bothering to learn anything that might require thinking.
Uh… is it just me or are there wisps of green flame over Nayve’s head in the 4th panel? Like the kind you might see on Gog-Agog?
She’s crying tears of joy, because she’s happy!
oh fuck
oh FUCK
Oh worm
Never doubt the worm
You look at that halo, you see the green of a jaundiced, maggot-chewed wound.
I see the green of the earth, of the lush grass growing on the battlefield after the rains and years have come and the kings toppled and their names and causes spat upon and forgotten.
Nyave has realized that the gods are human. Consider for a second the contrapositive of that revelation. Is it so surprising that this particular person might have a halo of their own, now???
The power of the halo is a concentration of the Will, undiluted. Those with Magus Keys merely have an easier time manifesting them, because the key acts as the finest focus for that Will.
Think of the keys less as holders of power unto themselves, and more like funnels. Less the gun, and more a sword, held and empowered by the sword arm behind it. They are the name of god, whole or in part, but it is the user’s WILL that voices that word.
How powerful must Nyave’s Will be, then, that the embers of a halo arise spontaneously, with no focus but her absolute contempt? Perhaps this woman is the greatest of Allison’s followers, after all? Or could be…
I must say those flames’ shade of green is very much like that of Gog. I seriously want to agree with the “spontaneous show of Nyave’s will”, but so far I’m more inclined to believe she’s crying because some worms crawled inside her big, beautiful eyes, and that makes me sad 🙁
Or Gog has created a clone of Nyave and she’s being kept in a cellar D:
Please be the cellar option. I don’t think I can handle Best Girl being wormified.
If so, Gog is a better actor than she lets on.
Don’t be so dramatic everyone, it is just static discharge from her new hair conditioner. “St. Elmo’s Lushes Locks” You can pick it up at the boutique on 3rd, or wherever fine hair products are sold.
Oh , that must be what it is. Fun stuff , must try!
Static discharge? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the wheel localized entirely in Nyave’s hair?
Can I see?
“St. Elmo’s fire is a form of plasma. The electric field around the object in question causes ionization of the air molecules, producing a faint glow easily visible in low-light conditions. Conditions that can generate St. Elmo’s fire are present during thunderstorms, when high voltage differentials are present between clouds and the ground underneath.”
– straight off the glyph-o-sphere
<100 kV/m strength hair products are all you need!
Well, crap.
Welp, time to cut my emotional ties before Abbadon twists the knife with plot. So long Nyave, you were a great character
Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Do not fear loss for all things are returned once again, though changed each time. With each new thing we loose the last. Do not get stuck in the past.
Her death can only ever be a lie.
Be like Hansa. Keep your death close.
Well, if that’s the case, I guess Alison will just have to take her for a visit to Jadis’s place. They can cure any aliment, which should theoretically include deworming services. Of course, the price might be a bit steep.
Hmmm, I wonder if it was a voluntary act or the result of a disturbed night’s sleep…?
Lady Agoga might be back ? Oh joy ! Oh , don’t worry Nyave you will never be sad now ! Oh , wait. She is sad. And crying. Ah , that means it can’t be Gog-Agog , sadly. Oh Gog-Agog when you get back ..
I didn’t notice those at all until you pointed them out. Mind control?
Hmmm, I cannot tell if it is the same shade or not. But Gog Agog’s flame always appeared… waxy in appearance, like the body of a melting candle, whereas this flame is thin and wavy, like a true flame.
ITS A GOOD THEORIE!
the problem is that the author like to put flashy things here and there so who knows, not to mention some comic authors change the story as they go.
“Oh nonesuch worries, tha, just chopped my thumb off again… damn and such.”
Awwwww Cio 😭
A piece of wisdom that transcends worlds, “Hell is other people.”
shes just cutting onions
Nothing to see here, move along.
While standing on a book. It also happens to be a book about onions and methods of cutting them.
Green, green, green. Green has ever been her colour, but since when has fire haloed her brow? Perhaps there is more to Nyave then we have yet seen.
worms…
“Murder lives forever and so does war
It’s survival of the fittest, rich against the poor
At the end of the day, it’s a human trait
Buried deep down inside of our DNA.
One man can build a bomb, another run a race
To save somebody’s life and have it blow up in his face
I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand
I’m not afraid of god, I am afraid of man.”
“Is it running in our blood, Is it running in our veins
Is it running in our genes, Is it in our DNA
Humans aren’t gonna behave as we think we always should
Oh we can be bad, as we can be good”
Nyave, your only special power is fiscal responsability, get real.
“I’m not crying, tis the onions”
Devils cry, huh?
Let’s hear what that sounds like.
Cio, noooo! ;_;
(Also, great lines from Nyave!)
Fury forces me to make
A chattering as my teeth shake
And I bite hard on this mistake
People are louts.
Better to be a monster.
I knew she was suppressing a lot of emotions!
It’s okay Cio, carrots don’t have a nervous system.
Everyone’s crying. At this rhythm the carrots will be crying too, and that makes me even more sad ;_; *sniff* *sniff*
Foolishness? No, Royalty.
What’s the difference?
The difference between foolishness and royalty is victory.
I’M JUST CHOPPING ONIONS!
“Orange, carrot-shaped onions! HUSH YER QUIVERLY GOBHOLE, THA!”
Human sob and Human cry
Human has been to heaven in the sky
Human finds that Throne is impure
Human recommends action as the cure
Why is everyone crying? Is this the Steven Universe crossover episode?
Not until they start singing, too.