In my centuries upon the Wheel, I have met many Gog-Agogs; such is the nature of the Worm. A million faces, and also none. Yet, one grub-kin somehow stands out; a maiden, of golden-silver hair, clad as a jester, wearing the smile of a dead thing upon her face and in her eyes. She looked upon me, and my stony skin and blood made from the fires of creation, and laughed; grinning, she said “you are the flesh the maggots adore.”
I kind of gave up on trying to predict what is going to happen next. No, I’m sorry. That was a lie. I know exactly what’s going to happen next. And so, I believe, are the people on that battlefield.
When you are born, o when you are born
You are promised meat, o you are promised
When time is shorn, o when time is shorn
The worms shall feast, o we all shall feast.
Holy heck this is gonna be awesome. Gog has finally decided she wants to give it her all, not because she’s forced into it or told to, but because SHE’S ALL IN.
In my centuries upon the Wheel, I have met many Gog-Agogs; such is the nature of the Worm. A million faces, and also none. Yet, one grub-kin somehow stands out; a maiden, of golden-silver hair, clad as a jester, wearing the smile of a dead thing upon her face and in her eyes. She looked upon me, and my stony skin and blood made from the fires of creation, and laughed; grinning, she said “you are the flesh the maggots adore.”
One of our students tried to bring a Worm to a lab for dissection, many years ago… that lab is still quarantined to this day.
Now is she-who-now-found-hair going to get seriously bigger or is she just going to stay small but more tightly wound?
welp
This isn’t even her final form.
Yeah, Gog wasn’t trying before.
Now she’s managed to shut Alison up.
The mass, united, cannot be divided. Men, kings, sorcerers, immortals, gods. There is plenty for all.
I grow in graves forgotten,
where mourners no more tread,
I only eat the rotten,
I only kill the dead
Shit, I didn’t expect today to be the day I’d be cheering for Gog-Agog but fuck it, we ball. I’m team worm now. You go girl.
Conqueror Worm be conquerin’.
Gog: Would you still love me if I was every worm ever?
And it’s hero, the Conqueror Worm.
J’aime beaucoup l’idée de proposer une recette raffinée tout en restant simple à préparer. Parfaite pour un dessert convivial !
Yeessss, feast! Feast my glorious, unhinged goddess! FEAST!
Attack of the 50’ Wormen.
WOIMS
Alison used “Don’t you just want to go apeshit?”
Its SUPER effective.
I kind of gave up on trying to predict what is going to happen next. No, I’m sorry. That was a lie. I know exactly what’s going to happen next. And so, I believe, are the people on that battlefield.
Only a few of us are going to enjoy it, however.
The gogs were good again this week
When you are born, o when you are born
You are promised meat, o you are promised
When time is shorn, o when time is shorn
The worms shall feast, o we all shall feast.
HEEY GUYS IM GOG FIERI! AND WERE WORMIN OUT!
Everyone’s gangsta u til the worm learns to use punctuation.
Almost the last
thing there may ever
be will be a tastytastytasty
tastytasetie
woerum
Is that an Awful Hospital reference I’m sniffing
Allison has that Cirocco Jones vibe, and it’s getting stronger all the time.
HOLY SHIT SHE IS LOCKING THE FUCK IN.
Holy heck this is gonna be awesome. Gog has finally decided she wants to give it her all, not because she’s forced into it or told to, but because SHE’S ALL IN.
It’s worming time – Gog, probably