So, reapers are classically boney fellows. How does one drink without any of the drinking bits?
And why go through all that hassle for a little life-juice? Wouldn’t you get more through a system of donations or tithes, where folk stay alive and producing more blood?
Do you think perhaps that bones, like skin can very slowly & somewhat absorb liquids poured upon them? Perhaps this is the way such boney fellows ‘drink’ fluids. Though I imagine different kinds of bone ridden beings would answer differently, perhaps there are some which have hidden dimensions past their portcullis which they can store things inside of among other things.
You ever worked for a place where you’re just, “Well. I’ve used all my sick days, guess I’m going to have to call in ‘dead’ today.”
That’s what got to be what it’s like to be a priest of the count.
Hmm… yeah… I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday… Heh.
Seriously though, I hear that when a Priest of the Count calls in dead, they send someone around to check on them, and make sure they remain at home. Then they send someone around to check on the remains. Then they send someone around to check on the remains of the remains. Just to be sure.
I don’t recommend calling in dead. At least not if yer a Priest of the Count and want to continue counting in any way. Toes. Limbs. Heartbeats. Breaths.
Well, even then, the problem with calling in “dead” is that if you call it in too early or don’t hide your corpse well enough, there is a good chance you are going to be working that day anyhow. This time without pay.
Felicia will totally be just fine. Just fine.
…Wait, where did she go? She was right between Cup and Oscar as they entered this room, but she’s nowhere to be seen in the final shot. Has she rushed ahead to open the door?
I was under the impression that all humans are juicy. At least, I have never split a man nor woman and found their insides to be dry. Given the discussion just prior, I don’t really know why these devils decided to bring along a second human when the one they already had would serve the same purpose.
Memo to anyone who doesn’t want to end up being fed to a door:
A devil will never need your help to pick a lock. If a devil is hiring you for the purpose of opening a door, they probably intend to feed you to said door. Thus if a devil ever comes by asking for your help in opening a door, do not agree to do it.
Especially if you don’t have any idea what type of door they want you to open.
The door they want you to open probably has a giant red head in its center. And they’re probably going to feed you to it.
Sadly I don’t think that’s the case, if I recall correctly, she didn’t know what door she needed help “opening” and she seemed under the impression it was a traditional lock…
Well, I say traditional… Traditional as in you pick it open instead of feeding it.
“The price of being a wolf is loneliness. The price of being a sheep is boredom. Choose either with care.”
Anyway, on to the serious issue: where does Mammon keep his BREAD?
And in no way what so ever is that door giving me flashbacks of the events of Eclipse in Berserk. This will only end in blood, tears and much scream. And eating.
Sorry Felicia,
You are gonna get chewed up by that thing, and then I’mma drink you.
Thanks!
So, reapers are classically boney fellows. How does one drink without any of the drinking bits?
And why go through all that hassle for a little life-juice? Wouldn’t you get more through a system of donations or tithes, where folk stay alive and producing more blood?
Do you think perhaps that bones, like skin can very slowly & somewhat absorb liquids poured upon them? Perhaps this is the way such boney fellows ‘drink’ fluids. Though I imagine different kinds of bone ridden beings would answer differently, perhaps there are some which have hidden dimensions past their portcullis which they can store things inside of among other things.
You ever worked for a place where you’re just, “Well. I’ve used all my sick days, guess I’m going to have to call in ‘dead’ today.”
That’s what got to be what it’s like to be a priest of the count.
Hmm… yeah… I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday… Heh.
Seriously though, I hear that when a Priest of the Count calls in dead, they send someone around to check on them, and make sure they remain at home. Then they send someone around to check on the remains. Then they send someone around to check on the remains of the remains. Just to be sure.
I don’t recommend calling in dead. At least not if yer a Priest of the Count and want to continue counting in any way. Toes. Limbs. Heartbeats. Breaths.
Well, even then, the problem with calling in “dead” is that if you call it in too early or don’t hide your corpse well enough, there is a good chance you are going to be working that day anyhow. This time without pay.
What makes you think being dead ends their service?
Felicia will totally be just fine. Just fine.
…Wait, where did she go? She was right between Cup and Oscar as they entered this room, but she’s nowhere to be seen in the final shot. Has she rushed ahead to open the door?
On the right of the party, so she’s on the left of you.
Or in opposite direction to save her life.
Ah, they’re at the door.
Bye, Felicia ^_~
I get the impression that this door is why we brought the human.
The other human, I mean.
The juicy, succulent human.
I was under the impression that all humans are juicy. At least, I have never split a man nor woman and found their insides to be dry. Given the discussion just prior, I don’t really know why these devils decided to bring along a second human when the one they already had would serve the same purpose.
I DREAM .
THAT I AM A GOD.
BUT A HUNGER.
A HUNGER RUNS THROUGH ME.
SPLITS ME LIKE ROTTED STONE.
HOW COULD A GOD HUNGER?
-The-Wight-In-The-Mountain
One less share.
I see. It’s gonna take more than a pretty face and a flashy smile to get on the bouncer’s good side.
Cat-like reflexes and a devil-may-care attitude?
Could work… as long as the devils care enough not to throw you into the open maw as a sacrifice.
Memo to anyone who doesn’t want to end up being fed to a door:
A devil will never need your help to pick a lock. If a devil is hiring you for the purpose of opening a door, they probably intend to feed you to said door. Thus if a devil ever comes by asking for your help in opening a door, do not agree to do it.
Especially if you don’t have any idea what type of door they want you to open.
The door they want you to open probably has a giant red head in its center. And they’re probably going to feed you to it.
Because they’re devils.
What I find more horrifying is the idea that Felicia might want this, perhaps as the result of some deal done with one of the devils.
Sadly I don’t think that’s the case, if I recall correctly, she didn’t know what door she needed help “opening” and she seemed under the impression it was a traditional lock…
Well, I say traditional… Traditional as in you pick it open instead of feeding it.
Behelit?
Nah, there aren’t any tears of blood.
Yet.
DOOR once caught a fish T H I S B I G .
T H E P E R P E T U A L B E H E L I T
…Betchi, is that you?
nah, Betchi’s green
Taking bets that the other human gets fed into the mouth to open the door?
Yeahhh I don’t like the look of that open mouth.
Said the janitor with the giant toothbrush.
Good lord that is creepy. And incredible as always.
I sense our little cat girl is about to be fed to open the door… Guess that’s what they meant by the “door opener”
Let’s face it, that’ll be tough to get through.
I S C L O S E D A T T H E M O M E N T , P L E A S E K N O C K.
Goodbye Lucky Felicia. We hardly knew ye.
“The price of being a wolf is loneliness. The price of being a sheep is boredom. Choose either with care.”
Anyway, on to the serious issue: where does Mammon keep his BREAD?
Flame That Feeds Flame vaults, turnwise three, down two, in four, mind the rat-empires.
Allison, you really need to learn a little about the magic of friendship. Also, not to listen to insane god-kings to whom you sold your soul.
I don’t know a whole lot, but if there’s one thing I do, it’s that Lucky Felicia is going right into that mouth.
Bye, Felicia.
And in no way what so ever is that door giving me flashbacks of the events of Eclipse in Berserk. This will only end in blood, tears and much scream. And eating.