Nah, got some hell raising to do with the big Gottdamerung on the horizon. Jaggernoth’s offering fat stacks of gilders *and* a Camaro as signing bonuses.
I searched the vastness of the web for the context of this utterance, and found only this debate among millions of empty silk threads…
I remain skeptical Preem Mahatma ever said those words, but lying is a fundamental art, and this axiom resonates strongly with me. Thus, I shall take it as a motto to observe, and laud you for it, if you don’t mind!
“Whatever you do may seem insignificant to you, but it is most important that you do it.” — Attributed to Ghandi, and copied across many quote databases.
Long ago, in the time of mainframes, modems, and 8-bit computers, I read that Ghandi had spoken this in answer to a common laborer’s question.
If you do not fight against evil because it is hopeless you will get evil.
If you fight against evil even though it is hopeless you might get something better.
Even if you don’t you will inspire those who eventually win.
Art is always a commentary on life as it is and/or life as it should or could be in the time it is created. And sometimes this meaning applies in multiple eras.
This is why the arts are so important to the world and not some effete pastime.
But art takes a backseat or is left at the side of the road when one is distracted with keeping body and soul together and in operable condition.
Things of descending import – Air to breath – Water to drink – sleep – food.
Shelter is in there somewhere depending on the environmental extremes and ones situation in the local food chain.
Art is taken up when there is time allowed for such pursuits.
Fortunately in this age there is plenty of that available – more than some would wish.
While I would never seek to correct an angel on matters of combat theological or martial, the gunpowder armaments of the benighted realms are different matter. Infinite Sigil Protects Space-Time, it is you who misunderstand your brother Red Ghost Casts Down the Chains of the Unworthy.
For that class of armament, defenders routinely were able to hold positions if outnumbered less than 3 to 1. Hence, holding a position when outnumbered 4 to 1 was impressive but not phenomenal. More akin to Vigilant Gaze Purges the Horizon’s performance in this tourney BEFORE the dust was knocked out of his armour, not after.
The 1st Minnesota was attacking a Confederate brigade on July 2. On July 3, they happened to be occupying one of the few spots that Pickett’s Charge penetrated the Union line, and they were forced to attack again.
I’d assumed that she sometimes shops in the children’s section because she’s tiny and that’s all she can find that fits: hence the gymslip. But why recreate that costume now? Because, she’s always thinking back to the last, good day before Gog Agog came and trashed their domestic bliss, and that what she wore then. Cio wants to wind the clock back. Leaving Zaid on Rayuba works with that too.
Aye, aye, ye win. Us’s prattle ringeth gold – or ebon mayhaps, an’ bested we fairsome, tha. Here’s ye payment! What says tha an’ I grab a round or two o’ drink ‘fore the fightin’ may pick up again?
(Yes, yes, you win. My word is gold – or ebon I suppose, and you bested me fair and square. Here’s what I owe you! Now what do you say we both grab a round or two of drinks before the fighting probably picks up again?)
Except that an angels armor/shell fits an individual angel as a key fits a lock. Meaning that even if an angel could fit inside, they might not be able to operate the armor properly.
A great stony fool of long ago acquaintance once observed, “Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”
She’s talking about herself; it’s what she said to the other angels before she flew off and accepted the Thorn Knight’s offer back in Wielder of Names.
I’m not sure about that. If true then it’s the most ungodly thrashing of pronouns ever. “I doubted it once but maybe now I realize she is right”? That’s a pretty strange way of referring to oneself. I suspect it is White Chain’s backhanded apology to Allison.
This perchance could be so, and one doesn’t doubt that it was meant with its duality, but sister White Chain being the subject of her own sentence jars with what she revealed when playing poker.
That her whole belief up unto and past that point was that if she faces odds (an opponent’s hand / an enemy / evil) that are clearly against her then the only logical action is to withdraw.
And go and have a coffee, erm, tea, one meant cup of tea.
A word in these strange times for any others of our readership for whom nothing in their daily life is really much different either, who maybe know severe anxiety a bit more than they’d like and whose self- and social isolation continues as almost any other day. I know there is at least one who shall most likely read this, and shall probably say ‘fuck off bitch’, and smile. đ
If the whole party gets “well arrested” and if Solomon is arrogant enough to gather them into the same room, cannot Allison just transport them all away?
Presumably yes. Assuming of course this isn’t all part of Solomon 777,777 dimension chest keikaku.
Maybe all of this is to angry Allison as much as possible or push her to action because he realise SHE could be the next King, and he is ploting for her to take his place so he can fuck off.
Maybe Solomon as plan within plan, who know with this smug magnificient bastard.
A Geas Knight in the back row of the Arena rises from her seat,
saying thus to her nearby comrades, also observing the Tournament,
“Witness – Ye ! See ! â¨The Eye of Contention Rises Again in yon Aeon ! â¨
I wager upon this One !â
â¨A nearby Vatra wearing a red fez shakes his head and scoffing at this replies,
âBut dost thou not view the Damage, said Aeon has taken ? â¨
Look how battered Xe is.
Why – there is a HOLE through that body !â
â¨Clenching her mailed fist towards the field,
the Geas Knight replies with conviction,
â¨âThatâs why I Believe this one can touch the Emperor.â
â¨The Vatra sputters⌠âWait – you donât meanâŚ..â
â¨â¨âYES ! – BECAUSE THEY NOW POSSESS – HOLY ANGEL ARMOR !â
Every defeat you can walk away wiser from is a not that much of a loss.
The Black Speech may be crude and insulting to ears who deem themselves more sophisticated but I can´t help but be fond of it. It is a bottomless well of creative insults to draw from when they are needed.
Forty-first page of the chapter? Damn! I was pretty much sure a new chapter will start today, with previous page seeming proper conclusion and everything. Well, still proofs the wisdom of my favourite joke (& probably the best joke ever):
“Remember, only fools are sure, while smart ones are always in doubt”.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely!”
She’s been that colour since book one, so I don’t think it signals a state change.
Also: “Next I wyll speak on the Ymps, or Blue Devyls. Ymps are flymsy of Body but possesseth a Tongue most vyle and skylfull in the Art. The Blue Devyl possesseth Skin of nyght-hue, hyr Mask is royal, and hyr Blood is ebon. …” — Thulsa Drulle, quoted at WON-1-12.
Sheâs been that way since we first met her. Donât know what Abbadons intended design meaning at the start was since he was still figuring out how devils work at the time, but canonically itâs probably an echo of her being a former ebon.
A devils skin color being the same as their mask color isnât necessarily a hard rule, Princess is a red devil but her skin is blue and Kill Boss, a red devil, from a little ways back has blue-grey skin.
A Devil’s Mask determines their color, and a Devil’s Mask is built of names. As long as Cio bears her names, and her guilt, she will remain merely a blue. The color of her skin is irrelevant.
However, I’ve never gotten a devil to tell me if the skin color is a choice, by chance, or a result of their circumstances. I doubt the later, else Princess would too bear Ebon colored flesh. Perhaps I must merely shatter more masks to learn the truth.
The first time was an accident, yet the crunch was so exquisite and the fight far superior to anything that came before that it has become a habit. I’ve taken to carrying spare masks on my armor, to rebind those foolish enough to challenge me. With the jails across Throne leaking like roofs in the rainy season, I at least know any devil who crosses my path will need time to regain their stature.
42 Fragments the Universe Beyond All Reintegration
She’s a powerful sorceress, who may have invented a new branch of paper-based magic to while away her time in house arrest.
She’s a fearsome warrior, who dominated the fight in Hell 71, fought a way through the Priests of the Count, and defeated two late-stage contestants in the tournament … without really trying, while having a domestic.
She makes effective plans while everybody else just bumbles around.
She actually seems to know what she wants, and a way to get it, and the grace not be overwhelmed by her want. For all the talk of “wisdom, restraint and emptiness” who’s actually practicing that? Hint: she’s the one with the horns.
And yet her accomplishments do not change the color of her skin, your eyes see the pigments as surely as my own or you would not defend her like a passionate lover.
Cio is terrified, of loss, of her former actions, and of herself. She can take no steps along the path of royalty until she overcomes her terror. Her Want is a Want that she denies herself, and she cannot take any steps along the path to Royalty until she accepts herself.
So yes, merely a blue. Perhaps you should fight more Blue Devils, you might come to appreciate their stature. Do not think Cio is the only devil to have fallen from on high, or the only Blue devil to approach the road of kings.
first
Does tha expect a medal? Mayhaps tha will get a gold star fer effort.
Yes
Will Himself pin it on my straight Jacket?
Nay, that old devil’s busy bein’ locked up. Back to yer padded cell with tha.
Nah, got some hell raising to do with the big Gottdamerung on the horizon. Jaggernoth’s offering fat stacks of gilders *and* a Camaro as signing bonuses.
Let there be no genesis, for beginnings are false.
This is the one and true First Comment, even if it was not apparent at first. And its name…
… its name will be…
CUT SIX BILLION COMMENT CHAINS SHORT-wait no, that’s way too long.
In my long experience, fools tend to rush in and die
But sometimes they can’t help it.
Such is the case of the legendary Sir Leroy, Son of Jenkins.
Ay! The great Leeeeeroy Jenkiiiiiiiiiiiins of fame and glory. Who’s battle cry echoes through the multiverse!
At least he had chicken.
I hear tell that he administers a fried chicken establishment – well he says its chicken.
Cowards, weak, those rushing to die!. They’re all Foxbirds to me.
Hastily or lately, everyone comes across my threshing floor.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread…
Or so it is written.
Yet what happens when the Angel is a Fool?
White Chain. đ
Genesis anew! An TĂşs!! We begin again!
Juggystar spikyarse’ll be thrilled t’be hearin that, us sure.
It is with that last panel that I finally realize how relevant this chapter is to modern times. And that’s most likely not an accident.
“Anything you can do will be insignificant; but it is infinitely important that you do it.” — attr. to Ghandi (perhaps explaining integral calculus).
I searched the vastness of the web for the context of this utterance, and found only this debate among millions of empty silk threads…
I remain skeptical Preem Mahatma ever said those words, but lying is a fundamental art, and this axiom resonates strongly with me. Thus, I shall take it as a motto to observe, and laud you for it, if you don’t mind!
“Whatever you do may seem insignificant to you, but it is most important that you do it.” — Attributed to Ghandi, and copied across many quote databases.
Long ago, in the time of mainframes, modems, and 8-bit computers, I read that Ghandi had spoken this in answer to a common laborer’s question.
If you do not fight against evil because it is hopeless you will get evil.
If you fight against evil even though it is hopeless you might get something better.
Even if you don’t you will inspire those who eventually win.
Art is always a commentary on life as it is and/or life as it should or could be in the time it is created. And sometimes this meaning applies in multiple eras.
This is why the arts are so important to the world and not some effete pastime.
But art takes a backseat or is left at the side of the road when one is distracted with keeping body and soul together and in operable condition.
Things of descending import – Air to breath – Water to drink – sleep – food.
Shelter is in there somewhere depending on the environmental extremes and ones situation in the local food chain.
Art is taken up when there is time allowed for such pursuits.
Fortunately in this age there is plenty of that available – more than some would wish.
white chain pls donât do anything foolhardy
During the Battle of Gettysburg the 1st Minnesota Volunteer Regiment stopped a Confederate brigade. Of the 262 men who went in, only 47 came back.
Sometimes hope and desperation is all you have.
*looks up âbrigadeâ in Wikipedia*. They were outnumbered four to
one and stopped them? Thatâs pretty good considering.
4 to 1 on the defensive is good, but not phenomenal.
The wars of the time required some 3 to 1 superiority for the attacker to reliably push through.
You misunderstand. The defenders were the 1.
While I would never seek to correct an angel on matters of combat theological or martial, the gunpowder armaments of the benighted realms are different matter. Infinite Sigil Protects Space-Time, it is you who misunderstand your brother Red Ghost Casts Down the Chains of the Unworthy.
For that class of armament, defenders routinely were able to hold positions if outnumbered less than 3 to 1. Hence, holding a position when outnumbered 4 to 1 was impressive but not phenomenal. More akin to Vigilant Gaze Purges the Horizon’s performance in this tourney BEFORE the dust was knocked out of his armour, not after.
The 1st Minnesota was attacking a Confederate brigade on July 2. On July 3, they happened to be occupying one of the few spots that Pickett’s Charge penetrated the Union line, and they were forced to attack again.
It looks likely to be the first non-foolhardy thing that White Chain has done in awhile.
That’s it, White Chain. The first step on the path to royalty.
If hope is all we have, then our needs have been more than provided for.
Cio with them piccolo clothes beam powers
Piccolo clothes? What?
Anyways, I thought devils usually bought their clothes, but I guess she manufactures them using red magic or something.
The original reincarnation of the Great Demon King.
I’d assumed that she sometimes shops in the children’s section because she’s tiny and that’s all she can find that fits: hence the gymslip. But why recreate that costume now? Because, she’s always thinking back to the last, good day before Gog Agog came and trashed their domestic bliss, and that what she wore then. Cio wants to wind the clock back. Leaving Zaid on Rayuba works with that too.
It’s a reference to Dragon Ball Z Abridged, where Piccolo’s ability to just MAKE clothing at will is dubbed the “Clothes Beam!”.
It is easily her most metro attack.
Ah, good. Team Four Star is not yet forgot.
Cio’s tail thwipping back & forth in 1st panel. Boy is she tweezed.
Helmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
Well, ne’er let it be said that a bit of smackin’ someone around en’t a valid way to get yer point across. Proud o’ her fer seein’ the light.
Hidesome, tha? Jest, we! But pay’s us since ole Spikeyarse do nae bring th’wheel.
Aye, aye, ye win. Us’s prattle ringeth gold – or ebon mayhaps, an’ bested we fairsome, tha. Here’s ye payment! What says tha an’ I grab a round or two o’ drink ‘fore the fightin’ may pick up again?
(Yes, yes, you win. My word is gold – or ebon I suppose, and you bested me fair and square. Here’s what I owe you! Now what do you say we both grab a round or two of drinks before the fighting probably picks up again?)
White Chain could just swap armor with Vigilant Gaze for the duration of the fight.
Except that an angels armor/shell fits an individual angel as a key fits a lock. Meaning that even if an angel could fit inside, they might not be able to operate the armor properly.
A great stony fool of long ago acquaintance once observed, “Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”
I wonder if Abbadon is doing the self quarantine thing? This new page came up pretty quick.
Anyways, anybody know who White Chain is talking about? I suppose it could be Allison…
She’s talking about herself; it’s what she said to the other angels before she flew off and accepted the Thorn Knight’s offer back in Wielder of Names.
I’m not sure about that. If true then it’s the most ungodly thrashing of pronouns ever. “I doubted it once but maybe now I realize she is right”? That’s a pretty strange way of referring to oneself. I suspect it is White Chain’s backhanded apology to Allison.
It’s White Chain taking pains to refer to her past self as “she,” in defiance of all laws of grammar, diction and decency.
This perchance could be so, and one doesn’t doubt that it was meant with its duality, but sister White Chain being the subject of her own sentence jars with what she revealed when playing poker.
That her whole belief up unto and past that point was that if she faces odds (an opponent’s hand / an enemy / evil) that are clearly against her then the only logical action is to withdraw.
And go and have a coffee, erm, tea, one meant cup of tea.
“I wonder if Abbadon is doing the self quarantine thing? ”
If you’re an American, you should be doing the self quarantine thing, as much as it’s feasibly possible.
City hes in is on lockdown, so id be surprised if he wasnt
For most of us full-time artists the self-quarantine thing is basically business as usual, tbh.
i think people with normal jobs doesnt realize how different freelance artists lifestyle are compared to the others
A word in these strange times for any others of our readership for whom nothing in their daily life is really much different either, who maybe know severe anxiety a bit more than they’d like and whose self- and social isolation continues as almost any other day. I know there is at least one who shall most likely read this, and shall probably say ‘fuck off bitch’, and smile. đ
I figure she means Delicious, the petal knight Juggernaut Star killed
I get the impression she’s referring to Nyave, who gave a speech on King of Swords 7-66 and 7-77.
Do we know a greater fool?
If you meet one fool, they’re the fool. If everyone you meet is a fool, you’re the fool.
The majority is, by definition, sane, even if they are all fools.
It’s a Gog-a-gog world out there.
Your definition of sanity has some troubling loopholes.
A fool would be the norm, but would that fool be sane? Would doing the same foolish things still have the same unsavory consequences?
Just putting it out there that White Chain has just Returned from Emptiness To Subdue Evil
Sometimes, you just have to hope you crit.
Is the horse’s house a home
marked by seal’s teeth and bones?
or just the Angel, all alone?
If the whole party gets “well arrested” and if Solomon is arrogant enough to gather them into the same room, cannot Allison just transport them all away?
Presumably yes. Assuming of course this isn’t all part of Solomon 777,777 dimension chest keikaku.
Maybe all of this is to angry Allison as much as possible or push her to action because he realise SHE could be the next King, and he is ploting for her to take his place so he can fuck off.
Maybe Solomon as plan within plan, who know with this smug magnificient bastard.
A Geas Knight in the back row of the Arena rises from her seat,
saying thus to her nearby comrades, also observing the Tournament,
“Witness – Ye ! See ! â¨The Eye of Contention Rises Again in yon Aeon ! â¨
I wager upon this One !â
â¨A nearby Vatra wearing a red fez shakes his head and scoffing at this replies,
âBut dost thou not view the Damage, said Aeon has taken ? â¨
Look how battered Xe is.
Why – there is a HOLE through that body !â
â¨Clenching her mailed fist towards the field,
the Geas Knight replies with conviction,
â¨âThatâs why I Believe this one can touch the Emperor.â
â¨The Vatra sputters⌠âWait – you donât meanâŚ..â
â¨â¨âYES ! – BECAUSE THEY NOW POSSESS – HOLY ANGEL ARMOR !â
Now I, at long last, understand why neither Swiss cheese nor donuts have ever been bested in battle.
Reach heaven through the best of bad puns my friend!
Every defeat you can walk away wiser from is a not that much of a loss.
The Black Speech may be crude and insulting to ears who deem themselves more sophisticated but I can´t help but be fond of it. It is a bottomless well of creative insults to draw from when they are needed.
Forty-first page of the chapter? Damn! I was pretty much sure a new chapter will start today, with previous page seeming proper conclusion and everything. Well, still proofs the wisdom of my favourite joke (& probably the best joke ever):
“Remember, only fools are sure, while smart ones are always in doubt”.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely!”
One scratch and white chain becomes of the seven Gods of the new world.
…..
Claw his eyes out bitch!
I love Cio’s Clothes Wrap Self Technique
No YOU teared up a little reading the last panel shut up
Clio’s face is blue but the rest of her body is ebon. Does that mean her ranking among demons is changing again?
She’s been that colour since book one, so I don’t think it signals a state change.
Also: “Next I wyll speak on the Ymps, or Blue Devyls. Ymps are flymsy of Body but possesseth a Tongue most vyle and skylfull in the Art. The Blue Devyl possesseth Skin of nyght-hue, hyr Mask is royal, and hyr Blood is ebon. …” — Thulsa Drulle, quoted at WON-1-12.
Sheâs been that way since we first met her. Donât know what Abbadons intended design meaning at the start was since he was still figuring out how devils work at the time, but canonically itâs probably an echo of her being a former ebon.
A devils skin color being the same as their mask color isnât necessarily a hard rule, Princess is a red devil but her skin is blue and Kill Boss, a red devil, from a little ways back has blue-grey skin.
A Devil’s Mask determines their color, and a Devil’s Mask is built of names. As long as Cio bears her names, and her guilt, she will remain merely a blue. The color of her skin is irrelevant.
However, I’ve never gotten a devil to tell me if the skin color is a choice, by chance, or a result of their circumstances. I doubt the later, else Princess would too bear Ebon colored flesh. Perhaps I must merely shatter more masks to learn the truth.
Sh…Shatter Masks! But you… You’ll release It. You know, that… Stuff, T-T-Truth!
The first time was an accident, yet the crunch was so exquisite and the fight far superior to anything that came before that it has become a habit. I’ve taken to carrying spare masks on my armor, to rebind those foolish enough to challenge me. With the jails across Throne leaking like roofs in the rainy season, I at least know any devil who crosses my path will need time to regain their stature.
“Merely” a blue?
She’s a powerful sorceress, who may have invented a new branch of paper-based magic to while away her time in house arrest.
She’s a fearsome warrior, who dominated the fight in Hell 71, fought a way through the Priests of the Count, and defeated two late-stage contestants in the tournament … without really trying, while having a domestic.
She makes effective plans while everybody else just bumbles around.
She actually seems to know what she wants, and a way to get it, and the grace not be overwhelmed by her want. For all the talk of “wisdom, restraint and emptiness” who’s actually practicing that? Hint: she’s the one with the horns.
Merely a blue. Right.
And yet her accomplishments do not change the color of her skin, your eyes see the pigments as surely as my own or you would not defend her like a passionate lover.
Cio is terrified, of loss, of her former actions, and of herself. She can take no steps along the path of royalty until she overcomes her terror. Her Want is a Want that she denies herself, and she cannot take any steps along the path to Royalty until she accepts herself.
So yes, merely a blue. Perhaps you should fight more Blue Devils, you might come to appreciate their stature. Do not think Cio is the only devil to have fallen from on high, or the only Blue devil to approach the road of kings.