It’s a shame that no one’s going to pick up the phone, ’cause I fuCKING CALLED IT.
Ech, the high crew’ll find a way around this. I really hope that our favorite fanfic author can do complex paper magic without her book, because that’s the only way out of this conundrum that I can think of…
This is why it’s advisable to abstain from betraying your heist partners until AFTER you’ve all escaped with the loot. You never know how long you’ll need each other’s unique set of skills.
That, and because killing one of your number off mid-mission means you have fewer hands, and thus can make off with less loot. You would think the prospect of more loot would check their greed long enough to finish the mission. You really would think that.
If he wasn’t sentimental, he wouldn’t have recollected any of the pieces of silver, would he? And he certainly wouldn’t have them guarded and kept deep within a fractal maze. He’d throw them in a pit and forget about their individual existences.
But he must be very sentimental. And lonely.
I can’t wait for the next 6 years of this comic to just be these guys lost in Mammon’s Fortress going insane. Infinity is a lot larger than you think, all the open space in our galaxy could be fit into any part of the fortress and it wouldn’t be but a drop of rainwater in an ocean.
I hope the bottom is connected to the top in an endless loop. Great falling fun then! To forever fall past ones goal with such speed that reaching it would crush ones head. Endlessly deprived of the victory that is just in sight. Tantalus and skydiving: a winning combination.
It depends on whether you have any horizontal velocity or not.
If you do, you’ll eventually crash into the walls, bouncing back and forth until you’re nothing but mashed potatoes and strawberry jam. If you don’t…well, it’s practically impossible to have exactly zero horizontal velocity, if leave a door into a bottomless pit.
So, basically, eventually everything that falls eventually becomes Thanksgiving dinner, except bloodier.
Unfortunate that they don’t have an acrobat anymore.
It’s a shame that no one’s going to pick up the phone, ’cause I fuCKING CALLED IT.
Ech, the high crew’ll find a way around this. I really hope that our favorite fanfic author can do complex paper magic without her book, because that’s the only way out of this conundrum that I can think of…
Ha! such is the fate of the trustless.
Gosh, if only they had someone with them who was good with traverse ropes.
This is why it’s important to eat the knowledge of those you kill.
Maybe the Mechanic can make them wing-suits?
This is why it’s advisable to abstain from betraying your heist partners until AFTER you’ve all escaped with the loot. You never know how long you’ll need each other’s unique set of skills.
That, and because killing one of your number off mid-mission means you have fewer hands, and thus can make off with less loot. You would think the prospect of more loot would check their greed long enough to finish the mission. You really would think that.
Just a hunch: AL-YIS-UN already has a solution.
It involves explosions and will do nothing to help anyone.
I see it a more as a thing his followers did: they’re the ones who worship the whole “murdered my family” thing.
The followers came later, I think.
–and bought back all the silver he spent on his assassins.
And as faith is lead, followers lead:
a thumbprint over the eyebrow (I hated it).
the readers consume the leader
Indeed; I sincerely doubt that the Grand Dragon drew those murals himself.
Last one down is a rotten dumpling! WHEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *splat*
This makes me think of a Mario Maker level where you take the wrong door and just get dumped out a pit into lava.
and ally killed rope girl. great
Hey she tried to kill her first so technically its the acrobats fault in at least 34,986 worlds.
Great page <3
Sacrifice!
Now, if they had only thought to bring someone with a lot of rope, and skill at using it! …waaaaait
The Folly Of Scrooge McDuck
You can’t close the Money Bin, because the staff are all mad as loons, and if you fire them, they will, almost certainly, seek revenge.
If only they had someone who could throw a rope to the other side!
…oops.
Shouldn’t this page be 7-88 instead of 8-88?
New chapter
What a curious lock. I never expected Mammon to be so sentimental.
If he wasn’t sentimental, he wouldn’t have recollected any of the pieces of silver, would he? And he certainly wouldn’t have them guarded and kept deep within a fractal maze. He’d throw them in a pit and forget about their individual existences.
But he must be very sentimental. And lonely.
he’s the literal embodiment of greed of course he wants his silver back
The Grand Dragon cannot possibly be lonely; look at all the coins he has! So many little friends, so many tales in each eternal coin.
I can’t wait for the next 6 years of this comic to just be these guys lost in Mammon’s Fortress going insane. Infinity is a lot larger than you think, all the open space in our galaxy could be fit into any part of the fortress and it wouldn’t be but a drop of rainwater in an ocean.
Would be really nice to have that wire devil lady around right now, wouldn’t it…
Deep and Dark
Cold and Sharp
Dead and Old and Without Heart
Murdered home
Leaves this hole
Empty soul to fill with gold
I notice that the Deep is becoming quite a theme with this book
1-11, you’re up
Sadly so…
We got some Last Crusade levels of abyssal doom going on here. Is there a bottom or do you just fall until you die of thirst?
Does infinity have a vector?
I hope the bottom is connected to the top in an endless loop. Great falling fun then! To forever fall past ones goal with such speed that reaching it would crush ones head. Endlessly deprived of the victory that is just in sight. Tantalus and skydiving: a winning combination.
For all we know, that might be a reversed gravity chute and you might fall UP until you die of thirst.
maybe they’ll come up with yet another eager volunteer!
It depends on whether you have any horizontal velocity or not.
If you do, you’ll eventually crash into the walls, bouncing back and forth until you’re nothing but mashed potatoes and strawberry jam. If you don’t…well, it’s practically impossible to have exactly zero horizontal velocity, if leave a door into a bottomless pit.
So, basically, eventually everything that falls eventually becomes Thanksgiving dinner, except bloodier.
I am suddenly reminded of the tale of Enyis and the Boar King.
Hey, good thing we brought all that steel cable and an acrobat! … oh, right.
So, the most pertinent question.
Do we go up?
Or is this the long way down
down
down
down?
Descent is quite a theme in this book
Are you sure its not ascension?
If only your group had brought someone who was good at climbing, and able to string a line or something for the rest of the group to hold on to.
No? No one like that?
Mind the gap.
Whelp, this comment wins for page 8-88. I wonder who’ll take the cup for page 8-89?