Don’t be so sure that this is the end of King Pryan Sor. It’s possible we might be about to witness Allison test her Key against Mottom’s. Or, Mottom might just turn him inside out. Who can tell.
Get your tickets now for the epic tag-team battle! Pryan Sor and Alison Ruth against the all-powerful Demiurge Mottom and her Clerk-Knights! Who will live? Who will die?
The split point hums a tune of order, of permanence. No bellowing diva she. All are silent to hear the quiet, steel lyrics she recites from the practiced hand of her steed.
It’s a wonder that the steel syllables of the pen is so similar to the grunting of its owner. Maybe that’s why I never really mastered the smithing of nibs.
Such is the temperament of the newly ruled: Fiery and rebellious. A wise master ends this phase swiftly and decisively if they wish to retain their status.
The grandest thing in the whole hall is this man’s sacrifice in order to state the truth where no others would. I think Mottom will indeed appreciate this gift, although there is absolutely no chance that it will be consumed as anything more than a moment’s entertainment.
Oh good lord, with all the people saying “wow, so brave, much cool, very dead,” I really hope this guy survives somehow. Or gets horribly exploded/eviscerated/defenestrated (yes defenestrated even), and then gets right back up off-panel. He’d be all like bitch please.
Even if we never ever ever see him again, King Pryan Sor will ride his totally bitchin’ skull-themed hoverboard into the sunset of my memories, flipping everyone off and giving no shits whatsoever.
Pryan Sor, I say this as a friend and as a greatest supporter of regicide
A wise man in an oblong box once told me:
” You come at the king, you best not miss.”
*In the far off possible-but-not-probaly-canon future*
“From ‘Earth’, emissaries dropped off this large and strange device. It ticks…”
-Beep-
*Mushroom Cloud*
Next underpic line: To power.
Don’t be so sure that this is the end of King Pryan Sor. It’s possible we might be about to witness Allison test her Key against Mottom’s. Or, Mottom might just turn him inside out. Who can tell.
Get your tickets now for the epic tag-team battle! Pryan Sor and Alison Ruth against the all-powerful Demiurge Mottom and her Clerk-Knights! Who will live? Who will die?
Yet another victim of that most poisonous of all concepts: Truth.
The mystery of the smell of death is solved… Well, not really because there’s too much of it to come from just one box.
I dig the Celestial Empire design!
All in the colours of Solomon.
Six hundred gladiators? Yep, now I see why Solomon plays and likes all sports!
I feel like fired stoned is a cheap gift coming from a god.
I think it also includes the actual gladiators, or perhaps Solomon David is making a facetious gift to his former lover.
PERISH
…Welp.
Prop me up beside the jukebox is I diiiiieeeee~!!
R.I.P
Fed-up Mace Windu.
You looked cool as hell.
Now thats where you will go.
If the tales I’ve heard be true, she’ll eat the bones, see if she don’t.
However entertaining it is to watch such a display of Will, there is only one suitable punishment for such insolence against Royalty.
Truth be told, I can think of a number of colourful and imaginative punishments. Each one worse than the last.
The split point hums a tune of order, of permanence. No bellowing diva she. All are silent to hear the quiet, steel lyrics she recites from the practiced hand of her steed.
It’s a wonder that the steel syllables of the pen is so similar to the grunting of its owner. Maybe that’s why I never really mastered the smithing of nibs.
Such is the temperament of the newly ruled: Fiery and rebellious. A wise master ends this phase swiftly and decisively if they wish to retain their status.
The grandest thing in the whole hall is this man’s sacrifice in order to state the truth where no others would. I think Mottom will indeed appreciate this gift, although there is absolutely no chance that it will be consumed as anything more than a moment’s entertainment.
Mother Om, she is dangerous. She is cruel. But she is arrogant.
“Noted and Accepted.” *scritch scritch*
Delight of delights!
I’ve never seen one so arrogant and so dead!
Indeed. More dead than the bones he presents.
Everyone wants to be a Hero, till it’s time to do Hero shit.
I think this is one of those times.
Truly, a witch with a capital B.
Lmao this was also my thought ah xD
FUCK YEAH
The shade, honey, the SHADE.
Oh good lord, with all the people saying “wow, so brave, much cool, very dead,” I really hope this guy survives somehow. Or gets horribly exploded/eviscerated/defenestrated (yes defenestrated even), and then gets right back up off-panel. He’d be all like bitch please.
Even if we never ever ever see him again, King Pryan Sor will ride his totally bitchin’ skull-themed hoverboard into the sunset of my memories, flipping everyone off and giving no shits whatsoever.
I concur *v*
/flex
Pryan Sor, I say this as a friend and as a greatest supporter of regicide
A wise man in an oblong box once told me:
” You come at the king, you best not miss.”
…what good is your damned “Royalty” when all it does is make the universe a miserable place?
There is no need for gods that only take.
Nor is for gods that only give.
It’s better to burn out than to fade away.