Y’know. Being a polytheistic deity can be a sort of superpower lottery.
Whenever I grow dissatisfied with the life of lapping The Blood of All that Bleeds, I just stop to remember that I’m not the guy who has to clean that up.
The fellow at the desk was assigned there by his immediate superior to notarize outgoing documents from Department M. He is forever waiting to file Form B-22-11 once it arrives from Department F, but due to a minor clerical error it arrived at Level 55 instead. Poor fellow never left his post and simply died there, but talk around the Water Coolers on Levels 6 to 12 is that he will reanimate once the document is found by Inquisitions on Level 10 in order to file it properly.
[Disclaimer: Like most things in the Universe, this is a lie]
I find it funny that at this seemingly random place in an INFINITE fortress, there are a few gold coins just laying on the floor. Just how many of those things does Mammon *have*?
Those “coins” are actually foil-wrapped chocolate. Poisoned chocolate.
P.S. – if the fortress is truly infinite, the same question applies to all things within. Just how many chairs does Mammon have? How many dead accountants?
I once spent a weak in a isolated hall in Yre; there was a small temporary inn there that catered to misplaced individuals who ventured into the vaults and got terribly lost. I opted to pry some bejeweled decorative tiles from the ceiling and leave as soon as I could.
This one has noticed, does our dear Yab’s hair continue to grow in length at a noticeable rate? Perhaps we shall see a quick return to the killer hair of days past.
alt text is grammatically correct. text would have read, “it is not entirely true that…”, and “it’s” is the contraction of “it is.” “Its” is a possessive.
Hey, I remember that room! Just the way we left it after that one birthday party. And Greg is still there! Hi Greg! Such a party animal, he never wants to leave even when everyone else is gone.
Holy Fuck!(fap-fap-fap)
Y’know. Being a polytheistic deity can be a sort of superpower lottery.
Whenever I grow dissatisfied with the life of lapping The Blood of All that Bleeds, I just stop to remember that I’m not the guy who has to clean that up.
The fellow at the desk was assigned there by his immediate superior to notarize outgoing documents from Department M. He is forever waiting to file Form B-22-11 once it arrives from Department F, but due to a minor clerical error it arrived at Level 55 instead. Poor fellow never left his post and simply died there, but talk around the Water Coolers on Levels 6 to 12 is that he will reanimate once the document is found by Inquisitions on Level 10 in order to file it properly.
[Disclaimer: Like most things in the Universe, this is a lie]
A inverted Trojan Horse, a fortress of doors, fooling any- and everyone to open their own gate and run ahead.
Anyone know what kind of blade she’s got there? Looks like a large knife instead of a sword, but I can’t be sure.
This one finds Cio surprisingly attractive! Or perhaps not surprising given the attire.
I find it funny that at this seemingly random place in an INFINITE fortress, there are a few gold coins just laying on the floor. Just how many of those things does Mammon *have*?
As the sands of the sea, or… ahem… ocean.
Answer:
All.
All of those things.
The bank’ll take everything you love, sooner or later.
When you have an infinite number of rooms and each of them contains at least one coin, how many coins do you have?
At this point, the coins aren’t even the real wealth hoarded here.
Those “coins” are actually foil-wrapped chocolate. Poisoned chocolate.
P.S. – if the fortress is truly infinite, the same question applies to all things within. Just how many chairs does Mammon have? How many dead accountants?
The chairs have got you outnumbered.
Psst!
Turn the page.
Bondage hair catsuit. Oh my
Hmm… Cio seems to have dug up some of Yabalchoath’s old earrings.
I once spent a weak in a isolated hall in Yre; there was a small temporary inn there that catered to misplaced individuals who ventured into the vaults and got terribly lost. I opted to pry some bejeweled decorative tiles from the ceiling and leave as soon as I could.
“You can take one man’s fortress to another man’s prison, but you can’t make it drink.”
– Chazrachuil Tet Vupol, Odozian Prophet of the Mad Word
This one has noticed, does our dear Yab’s hair continue to grow in length at a noticeable rate? Perhaps we shall see a quick return to the killer hair of days past.
The alt text has a typo, should be “its” not “it’s”
alt text is grammatically correct. text would have read, “it is not entirely true that…”, and “it’s” is the contraction of “it is.” “Its” is a possessive.
I mean the “only it’s Grand Vault”, should be “only its Grand Vault”.
We’ve seen Cio frustrated, angry, regretful and cute before. But in this one she looks radiant; this is the work she was meant to do.
I think we are seeing Chi growing into the person she was previously. The changes are small but there.
“that job was boring to death”
https://0daymusic.org/
I think this one is just Spam, boss.
Praise Yabalchaoth, may she become herself again.
Look at all that hair. Oscar was right; Yabalchoath is looking more like her old self by the page ….
Charon is a sneaky one. He provided an entrance trought the floor. I loved Cio in those shibari clothes.
Hey, I remember that room! Just the way we left it after that one birthday party. And Greg is still there! Hi Greg! Such a party animal, he never wants to leave even when everyone else is gone.
Very goffick
Let us see what the golden facade of this fortress has in store…
Not all statues are stone.
Not all stone is dead.
Not all dead rest.
Really, this is how.