That said, I do seem to catch a lot of falling harvest in this district, most of it laced with ethanol, methanol, black glass*, and traces of assorted hallucinogens.
*I wonder how much of my corpse, which I have gambled away, I have gotten back through the casino gutters? I don’t have any way of keeping tack of where this stuff has been before it got into someone’s bloodstream.
Many wonder why the petrified carcasses of the gods appear to be made of uniform blocks, but is is closer to the nonexistent truth to say that uniform blocks are made from dead gods.
The density of life and population of this quarter is astounding…
This place feels like a mixture of Chicago (as depicted by Crimson Skies) and a downtown Bangkok that has been lightly doused with LSD.
By the by, does anyone else think that we’re on Gog-Agog’s turf? There’s just enough ads and symbology to make me leery ’bout the Rising King sticking around this part town for too long…
I feel like I’m missing something. What does Gog-Agog have to do with advertising? Does it have to do with her associated deadly sin, or is this something from KSBD forum adventure edition?
The Daemoniac of Eternal Uncoordinated Falling provide much insight into the mind of YISUN.
(abbadon has a tumblr, he has provided some additional sketches of setting details on it. among the details established in it, we know that Solomon David has a Celestial Empire and is immortal thanks to mastery of the most difficult martial art in the world, that Jagganoth is a huge nerd who is basically suffering from the multiverse’s most horrifying case of PTSD, and that Gog-Agog’s real big into Throne’s entertainment industry.)
When one travels unto an antique land, one must take great care to meet a traveler. Whence the traveler has been met, listen to his tale. When the tale is complete, fill his mug, then turn and leave. Forget you have spoken to this traveler, but remember their tale. Seek the gate they entered from, and the land they came from, and the people their story grew from. Treasure it, but just for a moment. Savor it, but be sure to swallow, for the bitter aftertaste of leaving true beauty and blissful joy and purest wonderment in the dust of your footsteps is the most delectable, and most memorable part of the whole experience of visiting an antique land.
And if said traveller from said antique land mentions sandy wastes and something about a bloke by the name of Ozymandias, please disregard any lessons they attempt to impart on you via poetry.
The path leads through cities
And many a town
At the end of the road
Awaits her crown
Curious,
This gift to us.
I’m making a fuss.
Not one single banister to be seen nowhere nohow.
I believe I count six, but some may be too distant to distinguish.
That said, I do seem to catch a lot of falling harvest in this district, most of it laced with ethanol, methanol, black glass*, and traces of assorted hallucinogens.
*I wonder how much of my corpse, which I have gambled away, I have gotten back through the casino gutters? I don’t have any way of keeping tack of where this stuff has been before it got into someone’s bloodstream.
Am I… drinking myself?
The absolute madman.
apparently our patience has been rewarded
=//=
TIME WELL SPENT, ABADDON.
Fuck this page is sick
Well, damn. That is some kick-ass architecture.
Abaddon, I ask this sincerely: are your wrists OK
Wew damn you’ve outdone yourself. If you’re sellin’ prints of this page I’m buyin’.
holy shit I don’t blame you for being late
“When a child plays with fire, something is bound to burn”.
Common proverb in mockery of the old aspirant kings.
what is this strange alphabet on the sign south of Allison
HOLY HECK MY DUDE
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
AL-YIS-UN has only seen Throne at its most disgusting.
Now she’s sees at its…normal?
Jesus Christ, no wonder this took so long. Do you have a version without the to-left panel that I can put on my wall?
*top-left
Seconded.
Bottom Left: Freckled Gun-Witch with pigtails and a pipe. New favorite character. Does she have a name?
I think that’s the first time I’ve seen a checkov’s gun witch. She leaps out as significant.
This woman is now named Chekhov, and no one will ever tell me otherwise.
Brilliant! Maybe Abaddon will let her hang around quietly in the margins until the third act?
Pippi Headshotting
Heh. I was thinking Pippi myself. (The guns are only for when punching you through a wall doesn’t work.)
Either miss Layla found good ol’ Al’s hair dye, or gun witchin’ is a proper path.
O Lord how I hope it’s the latter.
Layla retired, but The Gun Witches are a canon organization.
Alice clearly needs one for her party, just so we can learn more about their culture.
Everyone loves The Gog Show.
Honey, where are my paaaaaants?
In a PILE of mortal FILTH and WORMS!
*laughtrack*
Crafted and re-crafted, the ancient Throne of creation has long held the prized title of “Best Pile of Corpses Ever”
WOW YOU REALLY OUTDID YOURSELF HERE ABBADON
W O W
Many wonder why the petrified carcasses of the gods appear to be made of uniform blocks, but is is closer to the nonexistent truth to say that uniform blocks are made from dead gods.
Yeah, I’m gonna want this as a poster.
Holy shit balls…
The density of life and population of this quarter is astounding…
This place feels like a mixture of Chicago (as depicted by Crimson Skies) and a downtown Bangkok that has been lightly doused with LSD.
By the by, does anyone else think that we’re on Gog-Agog’s turf? There’s just enough ads and symbology to make me leery ’bout the Rising King sticking around this part town for too long…
Wheresoever the teeming masses gather to celebrate distraction, the name of the Queen of Worms is not far behind.
I feel like I’m missing something. What does Gog-Agog have to do with advertising? Does it have to do with her associated deadly sin, or is this something from KSBD forum adventure edition?
The Daemoniac of Eternal Uncoordinated Falling provide much insight into the mind of YISUN.
(abbadon has a tumblr, he has provided some additional sketches of setting details on it. among the details established in it, we know that Solomon David has a Celestial Empire and is immortal thanks to mastery of the most difficult martial art in the world, that Jagganoth is a huge nerd who is basically suffering from the multiverse’s most horrifying case of PTSD, and that Gog-Agog’s real big into Throne’s entertainment industry.)
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(OOC) Typo in the alt-text. “And there they SAT,”
By character do you create
a soul with heritage and fate?
Take chance and opinionate.
Yeah I couldn’t figure out if that was intentional or a typo.
At once familiar, and foreign. How will our dear Successor navigate such territory?
When one travels unto an antique land, one must take great care to meet a traveler. Whence the traveler has been met, listen to his tale. When the tale is complete, fill his mug, then turn and leave. Forget you have spoken to this traveler, but remember their tale. Seek the gate they entered from, and the land they came from, and the people their story grew from. Treasure it, but just for a moment. Savor it, but be sure to swallow, for the bitter aftertaste of leaving true beauty and blissful joy and purest wonderment in the dust of your footsteps is the most delectable, and most memorable part of the whole experience of visiting an antique land.
I once met a traveler from an antique land. He tried to sell me some ruins in the desert.
They’re good ruins Decile
And if said traveller from said antique land mentions sandy wastes and something about a bloke by the name of Ozymandias, please disregard any lessons they attempt to impart on you via poetry.
It took you a week to draw this page I will view it for 28 seconds.
You sure?
You can really zoom in and get all the juicy details if you grab the full size version.