So we’ve got at least two chainsaw staves, claw gloves, three flails (one burning), one fairly ordinary glaive, an abacus megasword, a flamethrower and a knife- and that’s just what the priests already have in their hands.
They’re all nutters, it hardly matters. They’re living and dying for a number on their chest. A line in a spreadsheet. Not even gold or wealth, just the promise of wealth. Far off. In some vault somewhere they might not have even seen. They don’t get paid in gold, just the count of gold. Do you think the count lasts past their death? Do they toil so for an ethereal sense of value that blows away on the winds of time? This is what they’re going to die for. A number. No my friend, they’re nuts. Who would spend their whole lives fighting over a number?
(And who employs nutty accountants? Someone cooking the books, that’s who)
Those who understand the nature of the universe, as filtered through basic Mammonite theology. Consider that all things have a value that can be measured in coin, and work your way up from there. After all, the god they worshiped bought his divinity.
Ah ha! I thought I was seeing things, but then I went back before the face-door thing. Our Cio is indeed getting more purply spikes on her pristine blue mask.
On the plus side for the invaders, by the end the invisible maze will have so much blood and body parts that it will essentially be visible. Still trapped, though, unless the traps run out of steam after chopping up too many beings.
Calculating a foe’s greed to the nearest millimammon, if done with enough strength and speed, will put deadly pressure on their internal organs. What looks like a sword is actually a resonating chamber allowing the effect to be obtained at a distance.
They HAVE to be ninjas. Ninjas adapt common farming tools for fighting, like the nunchaku grain thresher, the pole chain saw, and the bear claw BBQ meat shredder, no??
The Aba-Cleaver: For when you want to join in with your farmer buddies in taking arms with whatever you have available, but you are also an accountant.
Boy howdy Cio wasn’t kidding when she said this bunch is stark-raving crackers, was she?
Knives and spears and knives and sword-abaci and knives and flamethrowers and knives and flails and knives and chainsaws-on-sticks and knives and every last one of them got a different kind of crazy plastered over their face Even #1 over there, since she can call this bunch of lunatics “blessed ones” with, not just a straight face, but an expression of serenity!
“The martyrs will die well” indeed.
Though, I’ve gotta commend the flamethrower guy for his budget-saving measure of using his oxygen tank to both fuel his weapon and meet his medical demand for oxygen.
Hold up, a quick flip through wikipedia says that tank’s either fuel or pressurized propellant. That means that he’s getting high on company supply. Only the worst of punishments for such a heinous crime: Dock his pay!
Oh goodie. This should be fun.
As long as no cats are harmed.
Cio’s extra horns are gone?
No, they are still there. But there is extra sweat.
Looks like the page was updated after I commented. :p
Pirates in the bay maraud
and plunder wealth and commit fraud
but killing’s going overboard
Seventy-One, Five, Twelve, Twenty-One
The Priests of the Count have many lives undone
Absolute nutters, the lot of them!
Break their arms, break their legs,
Break it all but their brain stem.
They’ll still sing their Pity Zen.
Though covered they are in cents,
One thing they lack sorely: sense.
Good God! It took two years for someone (me) to acknowledge how fantastic this lil’ poem is?
Because it’s fantastic! Exquisite! Impeccable!
So we’ve got at least two chainsaw staves, claw gloves, three flails (one burning), one fairly ordinary glaive, an abacus megasword, a flamethrower and a knife- and that’s just what the priests already have in their hands.
Mammon’s fetish club does not fuck around.
Make that three chainsaw staves. I missed one.
Oh, you’re right.
I mistook 48 for 5; so her chainsaw pike is not a reappearance of 35.
That’s a sword you can count on…
I have nothing else to add to this, I’m just amazed at how much I know want an abacus-sword.
It undercuts the competition!
+1. Best post on the page. You win the internet today 🙂
I wonder how well paid they are.
This One finds that looting the corpses of thieves pays well.
Not nearly as well as drinking the blood of All that Bleeds, I bet.
They’re all nutters, it hardly matters. They’re living and dying for a number on their chest. A line in a spreadsheet. Not even gold or wealth, just the promise of wealth. Far off. In some vault somewhere they might not have even seen. They don’t get paid in gold, just the count of gold. Do you think the count lasts past their death? Do they toil so for an ethereal sense of value that blows away on the winds of time? This is what they’re going to die for. A number. No my friend, they’re nuts. Who would spend their whole lives fighting over a number?
(And who employs nutty accountants? Someone cooking the books, that’s who)
I think they all really want death; all looking for an end to the servitude. Look at the nun with flaming hat and a flamethrower: she’s on oxygen!
That is what happens when you allow yourself to be drawn towards party politics
“Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y’all chant now, fast money lets slow it up”
– Traditional Mammonite hymn
𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘕
CHAINSAW POLEARM YES!!!
035 is best priest.
Allison (or at least the part of her currently in the driver’s seat) seems just as pumped about the chainsaw pikes as I am.
Burn them and their Mongrel Hides.
What value do they find in having their lives spent like coin? Who would willingly become money?
The operative word being ” willingly”….
“We’re winning! can’t you see! We’re the winningest winners Mammon ever had!”
Some poor souls will fight to the top of any old dominance hierarchy they are unlucky enough to come across.
True value comes from the quest for mastery over the hidden name of god.
Those who understand the nature of the universe, as filtered through basic Mammonite theology. Consider that all things have a value that can be measured in coin, and work your way up from there. After all, the god they worshiped bought his divinity.
Ah ha! I thought I was seeing things, but then I went back before the face-door thing. Our Cio is indeed getting more purply spikes on her pristine blue mask.
A sign of her returning to old habits no doubt.
This is turning all 40k up in here
Maybe they should have taken 83 White Chain along with them as well…
Ah, the Abacus Sword, for those gifted enough to calculate tithes as they sow the benevolence of the Grand Dragon.
A B S O L U T E N U T T E R S
Sounds about right…
L O A D S O F M O N E Y
That’s a lot of birds
Please. It’s not nearly enough birds.
Deadly fight in a trapped, invisible, 3-D maze. Great for the viewers, not so much for the participants.
On the plus side for the invaders, by the end the invisible maze will have so much blood and body parts that it will essentially be visible. Still trapped, though, unless the traps run out of steam after chopping up too many beings.
A sword made out of an abacus?? That must be good wood, to not break when that thing gets swung.
Calculating a foe’s greed to the nearest millimammon, if done with enough strength and speed, will put deadly pressure on their internal organs. What looks like a sword is actually a resonating chamber allowing the effect to be obtained at a distance.
Whats the conversion rate for Millimammons to gigajagganoths? also give maybe into Torr, as are these not units of pressure?
Who says the abacus part is made of wood?
Boken ….
” sword made out of an abacus?? That must be good wood, to not break ”
It’s reliable – You can count on it.
CHAINPIIIIIKE
That moment when the heist goes loud and you realise you brought your stealth gear…
They HAVE to be ninjas. Ninjas adapt common farming tools for fighting, like the nunchaku grain thresher, the pole chain saw, and the bear claw BBQ meat shredder, no??
And the dreaded aba-cleaver
The Aba-Cleaver: For when you want to join in with your farmer buddies in taking arms with whatever you have available, but you are also an accountant.
Those who inflict pain upon themselves are well immunized against the effects of inflicting it upon others.
Where is the meaning of “love your neighbor as yourself” when you hate and want to kill yourself? – Zealotry 101
Boy howdy Cio wasn’t kidding when she said this bunch is stark-raving crackers, was she?
Knives and spears and knives and sword-abaci and knives and flamethrowers and knives and flails and knives and chainsaws-on-sticks and knives and every last one of them got a different kind of crazy plastered over their face Even #1 over there, since she can call this bunch of lunatics “blessed ones” with, not just a straight face, but an expression of serenity!
“The martyrs will die well” indeed.
Though, I’ve gotta commend the flamethrower guy for his budget-saving measure of using his oxygen tank to both fuel his weapon and meet his medical demand for oxygen.
Hold up, a quick flip through wikipedia says that tank’s either fuel or pressurized propellant. That means that he’s getting high on company supply. Only the worst of punishments for such a heinous crime: Dock his pay!
It seemed a bit too easy….
Also, I appreciate the chain nagitana.