You see, there’s going to be nothing left of her but the pieces of her mask, which would be needed to bring her back. If, that is, I understood Cio’s story correctly. This is complicated by where those chunks of mask fell, which is within the midst of shapeshifters that emulate the objects around them.
If they come back the way they came, they’re going to find that section of floor filled with broken mask fragments.
I’m not sure that ingestion is needed for emulation, but even if it were I recall some of the changelings from the initial skirmish had taken the forms of coins.
Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-eight Demons.
Immortality fruit tree counted as one.
TAKE ONE DOWN, BLOOD FLOWING OUT~ Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-eight Demons~
You better have a good look at this gruesome display, Alice-UN.
For the path to the castle you desire is made of corpses.
Steel yourself or remain a peasant.
To dance among the devils
and lose not her life or crown
ill help shall she need badly,
grim sword-help and dire spell-help.
Will and Want she has a’plenty;
Wisdom, though, is bought with blood.
Better ’twere the blood of others.
White Chain would do much the same, but with a longer lecture.
Yup. That’s what I though would happen. But weak throwing up over it though. Alison needs to learn to enjoy watching her enemies dismembered. After all, there are 5,999,999,999 of them to go.
In worlds full of those that can cut mountains in half, destroy cities, set continents aflame, wash away all signs of civilization, and cause such turmoil in the atmosphere as to devastate the world, I have always said that the ones that are by far the most dangerous are the ones that can choose to simply not be in one place, and instead to be at another.
Beware The Teleporter, The Time-Mage, The One Bound Not By Time And Space.
Ded as fuk.
Oh, she’s even more dead than that.
You see, there’s going to be nothing left of her but the pieces of her mask, which would be needed to bring her back. If, that is, I understood Cio’s story correctly. This is complicated by where those chunks of mask fell, which is within the midst of shapeshifters that emulate the objects around them.
If they come back the way they came, they’re going to find that section of floor filled with broken mask fragments.
lol
It’s a fun idea, but can mimics digest gold?
I am not a Reaper of Masks. There’s a different guy for that, I think.
I’m not sure that ingestion is needed for emulation, but even if it were I recall some of the changelings from the initial skirmish had taken the forms of coins.
Violence is inescapable.
“Well, she definitely had it coming.”
Seriously.
I mean if you can’t even wait to get the darn thing before you start bumping people off you aren’t being very professional.
No harm in being ambitious. Well, except for when it kills you. Then there is some harm.
Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Demons
Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-eight Demons.
Immortality fruit tree counted as one.
5999999999 demons on the wall,
knock one down,
mimics pass her around,
5999999998 demons on the wall.
THAT’S SOME WALL.
It most certainly didn’t. That was a tree. It didn’t even wear a mask.
Yes, but the secret text on the page where the tree explodes reads 1/6000000000.
Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Demons
TAKE ONE DOWN, BLOOD FLOWING OUT~ Kill Five Billions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Millions Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine Thousands Nine Hundred And Ninety-eight Demons~
Hoods, exposure.
Stomach, rupture.
Gods, I killed her.
You better have a good look at this gruesome display, Alice-UN.
For the path to the castle you desire is made of corpses.
Steel yourself or remain a peasant.
There is always another way, for paths are but a lie easily told.
What true king takes the route trodden by others?
Something about this seems mind-control-y
who? alice or the arobat?
[Wilhelm Scream]
“No! No! N-”
*crunch*
“Aaaaaiiee-”
*gransh*
“Gnhh”
*rip*
“…”
*slurp*
*single lone clown honk*
BWWAAAAUGH!
Honk HONK
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HONK
Seems to this one that someone’s having quite the bad influence on our little heroine.
To dance among the devils
and lose not her life or crown
ill help shall she need badly,
grim sword-help and dire spell-help.
Will and Want she has a’plenty;
Wisdom, though, is bought with blood.
Better ’twere the blood of others.
White Chain would do much the same, but with a longer lecture.
Question is, did everyone else see Suuz the acrobat try to kill Allison, or did it just look like Allison just flat murdered Miss Four-eyes?
Also, I love the four reaction panels.
The first reaction panel shows the face of her head-guide. Then Alison comes back in the next three.
I’m not sure it matters either way. After all, there is no honor among devils, but only daggers.
I’m pretty sure they saw the whole thing.
Better question: Do they even care? For all you know, this may have improved all of the other devils’ perceptions of Allison.
M U N C H
I’m thinkin’ of the Always Sunny theme and there’s nothin’ tha can do ter stop me.
“Allison Definitely Killed Her”
Doo-doo do do do do doooo doooo doooo
Wait, how are they going to get back out?
Through the corpse of a dragon.
I hope they weren’t planning on going back that way.
‘And now we’re stuck inside the Infinite Fortress without an acrobat.’
Yup. That’s what I though would happen. But weak throwing up over it though. Alison needs to learn to enjoy watching her enemies dismembered. After all, there are 5,999,999,999 of them to go.
And yet I wonder… how many others will still attempt it, having seen their successor’s failure?
No matter. It will be too many and too glorious.
2/6,000,000,000 with more on the way.
Such a little thing; a suggestion. In the right place, though, it goes a very long way.
In worlds full of those that can cut mountains in half, destroy cities, set continents aflame, wash away all signs of civilization, and cause such turmoil in the atmosphere as to devastate the world, I have always said that the ones that are by far the most dangerous are the ones that can choose to simply not be in one place, and instead to be at another.
Beware The Teleporter, The Time-Mage, The One Bound Not By Time And Space.
Hello goodbye, nice to beat you.
“…Ripped to strips is how I’d put it.”
–Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Maybe trying to kill the boss right off the bat wasn’t the smartest idea?
But, as far as they know, isn’t Cio the boss?
BOOP!