It might be both, actually. unlikely, as Mottom normally isn’t so nice as to rain chocolate milk, even if it is produced through internal recombination and sanitary expulsion…but, given the 777,777, it is a slight possibility…
It truly amasses this fool that a single gluttonous god could do something an entire industrious world couldn’t. Wipe out an entire fruit into extinction that was highly favored.
72 Righteous Kick Brings Water to the Waste, Unintentionally
Truly, good Fool, but this was the work of a sovereign, not a guild. Those who trade in gold and flesh would tend a grove for a thousand years if it were profitable to them, and burn it down in an hour if it were not. But the Blood Flower’s feasting, by its nature, precludes thought of what may come when the table is emptied. Indeed, I suspect disregarding what is to come is key to the exercise.
That’s not what Cio said… It sounds like the local inhabitants cut the trees to make their wagons, without considering the wishes of their local deity. I suspect that Cio’s “So…” is about to end with their general annihilation, or at least reduction to the Stone Age.
A notable thing introduced here is that the gates can apparently transfer *big* things, like a floating palace the size of an aircraft carrier.
Yes, but I from Cio’s phrasing, I do not believe that the making of the wagons was a bad thing. She speaks of how splendid the world was with full forests and lovely wagons. However, her tone seems to change when she discusses Mottom. I believe this has more to do with greed than disregard… but I may be wrong.
We just hybridize them, genetically modify them, and favor those fruits hardy enough for long-distance transportation. Then we monoculture them to death so that nothing else can share the space they grow in, spewing sludge and nitrates all over their soil because its been devastatingly depleted of nutrients and a healthy subsurface biome.
So wait- So far we have angels, demons, humans, and ‘servants’. What about aliens? As in, standard space aliens? Do servants fill that role? Or are there more than one species that fall into the ‘human’ category?
If an alien is of free will and worth, no matter how strange, they are Perceiver, and a child born of Aesma, same as any human you might find in any universe, from the count of the 4 created. If they are not of free will, and given then to sustain a task, they are servitor, and unknowable but by their function.
Mayhaps you shall. By the dark leaves upon the yellow city, I would expect that Mottom decided she would take a myriad cuttings so her city would never be far from those fruit bearing trees.
Awww, Cio used her coat of arms to tuck our little Kingling in. She really is the Tsun-est of all the Tsundere’s. I’m really digging the vitriolic Obi-Wan / Luke thing thy have going on, It’ll be almost a shame when White Chain shows back up to ruin it.
“Oh look at this beautiful mountain range. There isn’t any part of it I don’t love. This is exactly the place I’d love to dump four thousand gallons of boar piss.”
Which is why I don’t travel any farther than Eastern Europe anymore. Let alone to a wasteland shit-hole like Mykos here.
Alas, The fruits of the blackwood tree ripen within its boughs, not hanging below as you might expect from the most similar flora on Earth 337. When expelled, the fruits are fit to eat, but will not keep more than a few minutes before the seedling inside consumes the fruit’s flesh for itself. One must starve the embryo in the tree before it escapes!
You STARVE your Blackwood tree seeds?! How barbaric!
What you need to do is pop the fruit into a pot and boil it. The heat quickly pacifies the seed – after a fashion – and simultaneously germinates it. Dig the seed from the mushy fruit, and it’s ready to go back into the ground. Reliable and Sustainable.
Admittedly much of the sweetness and vitamins goes into the broth, but that’s why you need to gather it (after straining it for Blackwood seed impurities, obviously), evaporate the water, and jar the sweet gel left over for later. Makes a wonderful jam.
…are you seriously telling me you all don’t know all this? Savages, all of you!
Well, yes, though, Pree Steel may be used to the Northern variety of Blackwood. The higher heat requirements to germinate those might leave the technique undiscovered in that case…
Pree Blueecho is right of course, for the jam. However, many in Mykos follow, as do I, the 36th ascetic path and have foresworn the use of fire for all purposes, or the products of fire. Therefore, we can not eat the boiled jam and must subsist on the fruit as picked.
Pree Kallashintra, who claims to be the greatest chef in two thousand worlds, though some doubt his claim, says that there is no better way to eat the Blackwood fruit than sliced thinly and fried in oil.
Cio still making her case against Mottom, only this time with a visual aid.
I’d wager there’s going to be a bit of carrot and stick here in a bit. With a little praise and encouragement for having beaten an ebon devil fairly, Cio may yet convince her oafish heroine to not wander up to a ruthless demiurge; at least not unprepared.
It is amusing that of all Cio’s many extraordinary uses of paper – a wall of paper soldiers, a paper dragon… this is the enchantment you find most impressive.
The whole world before you
Ripe for the picking!
You’d be lying, if you said
you wouldn’t eat it all.
So feast!
Devour!
Consume!
Gnash and gulp!
Eat the universe.
Makes me wonder what the worlds the other demiurges call currently home look like.
On Gog-Agog’s, it’s probably forbidden to show one’s face. Probably other parts of one’s body, too. Anything that looks better than a person-shaped pile of maggots, really.
Unfortunatly, there are quite many things that look better.
“The worlds are your oyster!”
That’s what they said.
Until they saw Her,
All shrilled and dead.
“Mother Om! Mother Om!”
“How can we please you?”
She grinned with malice,
“Bring me food…”
So plate after plate,
They brought Mother Om,
Til the land was ravaged,
Twas’ not my old home.
“Mother Om! Mother!”
“The land dies, what shall we do?!”
She looked grimly at them and said,
“Bring me my food…”
Methinks Pree Alice-UN will have second thoughts about giving up her key after witnessing the devastation wrought by the God of Gluttony over just 0.0009% of her kingdom.
0.0009% you say? that percentage of my own personal holdings would come to about the size of a carrot in my garden. under an auger-scope whole worlds of flora and fauna can be seen relying ingeniously to that carrot. which makes me the monster: that I pay no attention to the destruction I wreck apron pulling a carrot? Or that for a good soup I might pull two or three?
To reject Mother Om as a merely a monster is to hide, as a hypocrite, that spark of her madness which lies within us all.
You are observant, Lady of Owls.
Though this Demon might be cute, it is cunning and can beautifully use the Art.
Only a fool would trust its cutiness.
But as long as Demon Cio carries our New King to her journey, my visions are satisified.
I may be jumping to conclusions, but could Mykos be the world where YIS-Het was dispatched to hunt the rakshasa alongside the Watchman Ramys and the Centurion? I don’t remember reading a name, and it’s certainly barren and piteous enough to fill that role.
~Cooking, cooking, stir that pot~
~Young ones, old ones, pay or be shot~
~Dreams and love, flavors of thought~
~Partition thy soul serving great queen Mott!~
I’m probably jumping to conclusions, but could Mykos be the same world where YIS-Het was dispatched to hunt the rakshasa? It’s certainly barren and piteous enough.
Probably not. Mykos was once a verdant paradise before the Glutton Queen bared her rotting teeth upon it. In YIS-Het’s tale the land she ventured to was always a sickening ruin.
Love the comic, love finding fans I hadn’t even known read it yet too (though I knew bay12 had readers already, hi ES!) and technically this is fanart!
Take one part an amusing bug where an npc will drink anything you give them if it is contained in a mug, one part me abusing hacking tools to push this to absurd limits like putting references for an npc inside the mug they are about to drink so I can watch them vanish out of existence, and one part Auntie Maya crossed with the dwarfventurer tile with the @ symbol eyepatch I drew (adventurers being an @ symbol by default in the game) to get something glorious: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=51245.msg6710656#msg6710656.
She was so angry when the tasty fruits ran out, even the trees were backstabbed to death.
do not mistake for anger what is wholly desperation.
=//=
THEY STRIPPED THE TREES BARE, IF ONLY TO PLEASE THEIR MISTRESS!
Is that sewage raining down from Mottom’s palace?
Well, it certainly ain’t chocolate milk.
It might be both, actually. unlikely, as Mottom normally isn’t so nice as to rain chocolate milk, even if it is produced through internal recombination and sanitary expulsion…but, given the 777,777, it is a slight possibility…
Consider that when chocolate milk goes bad, it’s got all that extra sugar to feed mold, bacteria etc…. All over the landscape. 😉
Nay. It be fertilizer, honest.
Insects thrive on excrement. Why the ever so benevolent Mottom showers those below with what they most need.
I didn’t notice that until you pointed it out, good eye.
The base of the palace is somewhat wheel shaped. Hm.
Perhaps it is a fundamental truth that there is power in things that are somewhat wheel shaped.
You’re almost right. It is somewhat wheel shaped, from a certain perspective.
There is a power in things, from a certain perspective.
It truly amasses this fool that a single gluttonous god could do something an entire industrious world couldn’t. Wipe out an entire fruit into extinction that was highly favored.
Truly, good Fool, but this was the work of a sovereign, not a guild. Those who trade in gold and flesh would tend a grove for a thousand years if it were profitable to them, and burn it down in an hour if it were not. But the Blood Flower’s feasting, by its nature, precludes thought of what may come when the table is emptied. Indeed, I suspect disregarding what is to come is key to the exercise.
That’s not what Cio said… It sounds like the local inhabitants cut the trees to make their wagons, without considering the wishes of their local deity. I suspect that Cio’s “So…” is about to end with their general annihilation, or at least reduction to the Stone Age.
A notable thing introduced here is that the gates can apparently transfer *big* things, like a floating palace the size of an aircraft carrier.
Yes, but I from Cio’s phrasing, I do not believe that the making of the wagons was a bad thing. She speaks of how splendid the world was with full forests and lovely wagons. However, her tone seems to change when she discusses Mottom. I believe this has more to do with greed than disregard… but I may be wrong.
We just hybridize them, genetically modify them, and favor those fruits hardy enough for long-distance transportation. Then we monoculture them to death so that nothing else can share the space they grow in, spewing sludge and nitrates all over their soil because its been devastatingly depleted of nutrients and a healthy subsurface biome.
So…. literally just farming? lol
Well, there was the the case of the truffula trees and their fluff, and the entrepreneur who sacrificed them all to making thneeds…
So wait- So far we have angels, demons, humans, and ‘servants’. What about aliens? As in, standard space aliens? Do servants fill that role? Or are there more than one species that fall into the ‘human’ category?
If an alien is of free will and worth, no matter how strange, they are Perceiver, and a child born of Aesma, same as any human you might find in any universe, from the count of the 4 created. If they are not of free will, and given then to sustain a task, they are servitor, and unknowable but by their function.
I wish I had seen the forests when they were more…full?
Mayhaps you shall. By the dark leaves upon the yellow city, I would expect that Mottom decided she would take a myriad cuttings so her city would never be far from those fruit bearing trees.
Cio is such a fantastic character. Seriously everything about her, her design, personality, she is just so fantastic.
So apparently Mottom is the Onceler.
How bad can she be? Let’s see…
Awww, Cio used her coat of arms to tuck our little Kingling in. She really is the Tsun-est of all the Tsundere’s. I’m really digging the vitriolic Obi-Wan / Luke thing thy have going on, It’ll be almost a shame when White Chain shows back up to ruin it.
“Oh look at this beautiful mountain range. There isn’t any part of it I don’t love. This is exactly the place I’d love to dump four thousand gallons of boar piss.”
Which is why I don’t travel any farther than Eastern Europe anymore. Let alone to a wasteland shit-hole like Mykos here.
Cutting down a tree to get it’s fruit is foolishness itself.
Alas, The fruits of the blackwood tree ripen within its boughs, not hanging below as you might expect from the most similar flora on Earth 337. When expelled, the fruits are fit to eat, but will not keep more than a few minutes before the seedling inside consumes the fruit’s flesh for itself. One must starve the embryo in the tree before it escapes!
xenophytology is full of surprises.
You STARVE your Blackwood tree seeds?! How barbaric!
What you need to do is pop the fruit into a pot and boil it. The heat quickly pacifies the seed – after a fashion – and simultaneously germinates it. Dig the seed from the mushy fruit, and it’s ready to go back into the ground. Reliable and Sustainable.
Admittedly much of the sweetness and vitamins goes into the broth, but that’s why you need to gather it (after straining it for Blackwood seed impurities, obviously), evaporate the water, and jar the sweet gel left over for later. Makes a wonderful jam.
…are you seriously telling me you all don’t know all this? Savages, all of you!
Well, yes, though, Pree Steel may be used to the Northern variety of Blackwood. The higher heat requirements to germinate those might leave the technique undiscovered in that case…
Pree Blueecho is right of course, for the jam. However, many in Mykos follow, as do I, the 36th ascetic path and have foresworn the use of fire for all purposes, or the products of fire. Therefore, we can not eat the boiled jam and must subsist on the fruit as picked.
Pree Kallashintra, who claims to be the greatest chef in two thousand worlds, though some doubt his claim, says that there is no better way to eat the Blackwood fruit than sliced thinly and fried in oil.
And, following a visit from a demiurge, Allison awakens among the Lumenwood.
Cio still making her case against Mottom, only this time with a visual aid.
I’d wager there’s going to be a bit of carrot and stick here in a bit. With a little praise and encouragement for having beaten an ebon devil fairly, Cio may yet convince her oafish heroine to not wander up to a ruthless demiurge; at least not unprepared.
Wow. Cio is cooking a stew with a paper lantern for a stove. Those must be some quality enchantments on the paper.
Nah you can see the tripod burner beneath the lantern, I think it’s just a fancy thing
It is amusing that of all Cio’s many extraordinary uses of paper – a wall of paper soldiers, a paper dragon… this is the enchantment you find most impressive.
The whole world before you
Ripe for the picking!
You’d be lying, if you said
you wouldn’t eat it all.
So feast!
Devour!
Consume!
Gnash and gulp!
Eat the universe.
TORI TORI TORI TORIKO!
Makes me wonder what the worlds the other demiurges call currently home look like.
On Gog-Agog’s, it’s probably forbidden to show one’s face. Probably other parts of one’s body, too. Anything that looks better than a person-shaped pile of maggots, really.
Unfortunatly, there are quite many things that look better.
I would be interested in learning what Jadis’ worlds are like. What are the consequences of her Sloth?
I would assume that Jadis would hold sway over dead and frozen wastes. Worlds that sleep alongside their mistress.
The Demiurges stand for nothing but Want.
Therein their power.
111’111 universes,
1 demiurge to rule them all.
It is truly magnificent to see what a single roten being can do to a whole world. Devastation and corruption.
Beware, Mottom, here comes the New King, here comes the Key to the Peace.
“The worlds are your oyster!”
That’s what they said.
Until they saw Her,
All shrilled and dead.
“Mother Om! Mother Om!”
“How can we please you?”
She grinned with malice,
“Bring me food…”
So plate after plate,
They brought Mother Om,
Til the land was ravaged,
Twas’ not my old home.
“Mother Om! Mother!”
“The land dies, what shall we do?!”
She looked grimly at them and said,
“Bring me my food…”
hunger holds power over those who hunger for power.
=//=
THE FAT GROW ONLY SO LONG AS THEY ARE FED.
Methinks Pree Alice-UN will have second thoughts about giving up her key after witnessing the devastation wrought by the God of Gluttony over just 0.0009% of her kingdom.
0.0009% you say? that percentage of my own personal holdings would come to about the size of a carrot in my garden. under an auger-scope whole worlds of flora and fauna can be seen relying ingeniously to that carrot. which makes me the monster: that I pay no attention to the destruction I wreck apron pulling a carrot? Or that for a good soup I might pull two or three?
To reject Mother Om as a merely a monster is to hide, as a hypocrite, that spark of her madness which lies within us all.
Cio looks so cute with her glasses up like that!
You are observant, Lady of Owls.
Though this Demon might be cute, it is cunning and can beautifully use the Art.
Only a fool would trust its cutiness.
But as long as Demon Cio carries our New King to her journey, my visions are satisified.
I may be jumping to conclusions, but could Mykos be the world where YIS-Het was dispatched to hunt the rakshasa alongside the Watchman Ramys and the Centurion? I don’t remember reading a name, and it’s certainly barren and piteous enough to fill that role.
~Cooking, cooking, stir that pot~
~Young ones, old ones, pay or be shot~
~Dreams and love, flavors of thought~
~Partition thy soul serving great queen Mott!~
I’m probably jumping to conclusions, but could Mykos be the same world where YIS-Het was dispatched to hunt the rakshasa? It’s certainly barren and piteous enough.
Probably not. Mykos was once a verdant paradise before the Glutton Queen bared her rotting teeth upon it. In YIS-Het’s tale the land she ventured to was always a sickening ruin.
Love the comic, love finding fans I hadn’t even known read it yet too (though I knew bay12 had readers already, hi ES!) and technically this is fanart!
Take one part an amusing bug where an npc will drink anything you give them if it is contained in a mug, one part me abusing hacking tools to push this to absurd limits like putting references for an npc inside the mug they are about to drink so I can watch them vanish out of existence, and one part Auntie Maya crossed with the dwarfventurer tile with the @ symbol eyepatch I drew (adventurers being an @ symbol by default in the game) to get something glorious: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=51245.msg6710656#msg6710656.
“If you should meet god on the road.
Drink him.”
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