“They wear their charms like swords, they bind their chest with spells,
and armored thus they plunge in earth with flailing spears;
but slowly thrusting through the soil in the cool dark,
the Worm, that mute unconquered warrior, crawls and eats.”
– Nikos Kazantzakis
I’m hoping we cut back to Maya and Incubus for a bit, only to have lovecraftian horror Gog interrupt with a quip to draw their attention to the extinguishing off all life other then the worm-mass rising from below.
It’s a combinations of references. “Execute” in this case is in the computer program sense of running a program, rather than termination of a life, although you could read it as a double meaning…
“greygooagog.exe” is “Grey Goo Agog” without spaces and appended with a typical file name extension suggesting a runnable program, which is referencing a hypothetical artificial catastrophe called a Grey Goo scenario. In brief, a Grey Goo scenario is microscopic artificial machines capable of self-replication by means of converting other materials into more self-replicating machines, like your pal Gog Agog is doing with those combatants and her wormy-ness.
The bearer of the White Key unleashed a terrible beast upon the fields of chaos, the enemy wept with tears of joy for they would all learn the splendor of the Worm…
She’s going RFK Jr mode
panel 7… oh hell nah she just killed my boy Infested Gate Guard from the beauteous corpse-city of Anzenmezzeron
For this play is indeed the tragedy, Man;
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Praise the Honk Mother, all shall join Her Endless Circus!
Man…remember ICON?
“They wear their charms like swords, they bind their chest with spells,
and armored thus they plunge in earth with flailing spears;
but slowly thrusting through the soil in the cool dark,
the Worm, that mute unconquered warrior, crawls and eats.”
– Nikos Kazantzakis
Yow!
Ia! Ia! Behold, the Terrible Change! The God Who Shapes and is Shaped! That All Consuming Fire!
Do you think she knows ki rata? I mean, its not like she has to worry about her body blowing itself up if she does it wrong
Why learn to punch more efficiently when you can simply Punch More?
Worms are clowning left and right.
Oh look, this “Grey Goo Scenario” is worm flavored.
Those Agog’s just got Gog’d
And now I see why Gog was the last resort.
Behold the Bone Scythe, the deadliest weapon in the Omniverse! But not the easiest to clean.
wowowow I’m obsessed with the art in the SHRNNK panel. SO dynamic. I would want a poster of it, if I wasn’t worried about horrifying visitors
I wonder if Incubus is seeing this and -aha- agog at the carnage.
Incubus is busy beheading Auntie
BEARER OF THE WORD BEAST
Give the flesh new purpose. Nurture it, let it grow, till a great forest of I blots the horizon.
The Worm is indeed a Beast.
Ok, this is gloriously chaotic.
Reach heaven through parasitic infection?
ARE YOU DOWN WITH THE CLOWN?
I’m hoping we cut back to Maya and Incubus for a bit, only to have lovecraftian horror Gog interrupt with a quip to draw their attention to the extinguishing off all life other then the worm-mass rising from below.
Beast indeed.
HOLY SHHHHIIITT!!!!
Execute greygooagog.exe
I don’t understand. Execute who?
Everyone. With worms and extreme prejudice.
It’s a combinations of references. “Execute” in this case is in the computer program sense of running a program, rather than termination of a life, although you could read it as a double meaning…
“greygooagog.exe” is “Grey Goo Agog” without spaces and appended with a typical file name extension suggesting a runnable program, which is referencing a hypothetical artificial catastrophe called a Grey Goo scenario. In brief, a Grey Goo scenario is microscopic artificial machines capable of self-replication by means of converting other materials into more self-replicating machines, like your pal Gog Agog is doing with those combatants and her wormy-ness.
Grey goo for sure on this one.
The bearer of the White Key unleashed a terrible beast upon the fields of chaos, the enemy wept with tears of joy for they would all learn the splendor of the Worm…
Fearless. Powerful. With no sense of individual will, or moral constraints. Fitting handmaidens for my divinity.