Judging by the below comments quite a few people seem to have taken a shining to this orange goggled scrapper…maybe a little too much now that the top part of her corset(?) seems to have malfunctioned on her. Sadly, the few I’m rooting for personally are nowhere to be seen, may the be safe…killing one another off scene. I’ll just have to make due with giggling at our gunwitch’s expression which screams “…This is starting to get ridiculous…”
…Hm, just realized three of the five I like are actually front and center on pages 103-104. Monkey, Amoto, and SleepyEyes(No clue on her real name). I didn’t notice Monkey because her helmet flew off and her outfit is just a tad brighter in color than usual and Amoto…well I thought he was dead as his wiki give an ambiguous ‘He was defeated’. Then I noticed his stone gauntlets to the side.
So that only means instead of possible KIA, most of my favorites are only MIA! Hur..raay? >.>
192 Ghost Spike Seeks and Finds Martyrdom, Selflessly, Frequently
I pray for the safety of Little Miss DGAF from 6-103, the fool that I am to see virtue in such things. Perhaps I lie to myself, and merely find satisfaction in the sound of my own voice.
I myself cheer for the big square-headed fellow with the long beard and the wild eyes. He won me over at the party, where he seemingly had gotten distracted chatting with some drunk king.
I think you’ll find that Her Majesty, Queen Nadia Om is quite the proficient jam-maker.
In fact she is in the process of making jam as we read.
It will be a messy process, however.
Fighting on a rotating frame of reference is always a most difficult task, Rare in both occurrence and opportunity for practice. Generally, the best practice is to find a firm hold and wait for surer footing before resuming battle.
Amongst the mortal species nihilism, mania and despondency are regular outcomes following loss regardless of it’s nature; be it power, wealth, strength or love.
Recently widowed, robbed of youth, denied a valuable source of power, and shown great disrespect by her younger pupil, I imagine a great many feelings course through our Demiurge’s mind in this moment.
I agree with your take on Layla’s expression, and append a comparison between it and the look of perpetual bewilderment and irritation worn by some cats (such as my own). Further, I’m pleased to note that she yet retains her nifty little SMG.
I think the right time to leave would have been right after arriving, all things considered. Still, that wouldn’t have been quite as entertaining, would it?
Crate of Teacups: “Do you enjoy angels? In fact, I am somewhat of an expert. This angel, for example, thought teacups fragile and meaningless. Yet all the purpose in the multiverse did not keep it from being pwned like an awkward teenager when I came barreling through. I find it hilarious.”
Jhorne the Murderous Vagrant Slays Monsters And Steals Their Loot
And lo did crates of the finest teacups across the wheel rise up against their masters and oppressors in glorious revolution. Sadly, this event was buried by history in the background of AL-YIS-UN’s rise, and most historians thought it best to quietly forget it ever happened.
‘Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.’
Granted, there are many forms and sizes of The End. It is a fractal concept. Can one hold uncompromising in the face of all Armageddons, great and small?
The flying city is about to face its Armageddon. And the world below has long since been charred in the face of its End. The fool unlucky enough to annoy White Chain has faced his. These are all The End, grains of sand in the desert of Armageddon.
Can anyone but a star-browed King stand uncompromising before it all?
And on that day, The Blood Flower found freedom in the least likely place; made, for once, a decision predicated on the opinion or desires of none but herself.
There is no point crying for mercy, dear handmaid, when the flame that will burn the world has already been lit. You must either flee to preserve your miserable life, or stay and die alongside the hollow husk of your goddess.
Blood stains are why I wear mostly red these days. Nothing worse than your traveling garb being hosed with crimson by a neck stump recently split from it’s head.
I fear Mother Om is beyond granting mercy, or indeed beyond any action. For her eyes are those of an empty shell, already bereft of any animating spirit.
Before, the eyes of the Divinity were turning a shade of light purple, going darker as she pre-and-appropriately-maturely aged. They are now redder than the blood-stained hands of angels, and methinks it not because of her husband’s much-delayed pyre.
Oh, look, Ingsvld grew a new hea-
No, wait, that’s a mercury headed doppelganger. No wonder Kierinsaval couldn’t get to Ingsvld, he was too confused by its presence.
In the one just before all hell breaks loose, he’s in the lower balcony on the left. In the one after that where AL-YIS-UN is off the right and looks like she’s dancing while the Brigade of 108 Idiots starts fighting each other he’s towards the left and just above the lady who’s decapitating someone.
82 White Chain has found her mark. Pray well angel, for your time is coming soon. The Thorns will be upon you and all you’ll have is the power of humanity to save you.
I heard the phrase “blood cakes” and was excited for such a delicacy, but alas, the moment was spoilt by context, as it is too often. Godspeed, Alice-UN, and may you have a fine blood cake at the end of all this fluttering.
i lost myself in the far eastern isles, only to return to this madness
=//=
WHAT GLORIOUS MADNESS IT IS! HOWEVER, TO REFLECT UPON THE RECKLESS DESTRUCTION OF ART AND LITERATURE, IS TO BRING SADNESS UPON THIS SCRIBE’S HEART.
You chose a fairly poor time to return from the Isles.
I would recommend going back for a few more months, if I were you. Or perhaps I would just observe from a distance and enjoy a nice crunchy snack.
By my count, it’s been about a week since AL-YIS-UN was given the Key by Zoss. 3 days for her first visit, 1 day back at home, 1 day at the bar and travelling to Mykos, and however long it took between ditching Cio and meeting Mottom.
I also certainly hope that Ai-Yis-Un is able to mitigate the damage of her righteous actions. The evil she is expunging here is worth almost any cost, but the true measure of a hero is how they comport themselves in both victory and defeat.
Thinking back to what I saw from afar during my second reincarnation, I wonder if Mottom had ever truly Been a demiurge, or if her husband had always been in control of the key she bore, even though it might have rested in her head. She seems lost without him.
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Thats not ironic, thats karmic hilarity.
And look, Princess Ruto is still hanging in there. Caymun should be happy.
I too am pleased by the princess’s tenacity. Sex Machine just might owe me some rupees by the end of the day.
Judging by the below comments quite a few people seem to have taken a shining to this orange goggled scrapper…maybe a little too much now that the top part of her corset(?) seems to have malfunctioned on her. Sadly, the few I’m rooting for personally are nowhere to be seen, may the be safe…killing one another off scene. I’ll just have to make due with giggling at our gunwitch’s expression which screams “…This is starting to get ridiculous…”
…Hm, just realized three of the five I like are actually front and center on pages 103-104. Monkey, Amoto, and SleepyEyes(No clue on her real name). I didn’t notice Monkey because her helmet flew off and her outfit is just a tad brighter in color than usual and Amoto…well I thought he was dead as his wiki give an ambiguous ‘He was defeated’. Then I noticed his stone gauntlets to the side.
So that only means instead of possible KIA, most of my favorites are only MIA! Hur..raay? >.>
I pray for the safety of Little Miss DGAF from 6-103, the fool that I am to see virtue in such things. Perhaps I lie to myself, and merely find satisfaction in the sound of my own voice.
But seriously she was a little head-lopping qt π.
I myself cheer for the big square-headed fellow with the long beard and the wild eyes. He won me over at the party, where he seemingly had gotten distracted chatting with some drunk king.
Bing-Bong The witch’s not dead???
“TEA CUPS OP NERF NOW”
– 6 Juggernaut Star Scours the Universe
Though until now I have been silent, I must now say this is quite good.
The blue bug-eyed woman is still alive. Good! She may yet turn out to be Cio in disguise, as I suspect.
I’m pretty sure that’s racist.
YISUN dammit, that would explain a lot!!
Currently checking previous pages to see if she appears anywhere before Alison parted ways with Cio.
Grappling hook guy is awesome, especially with a blade that cleans itself
If that was unintentional, it would be the first mistake I’ve noticed so far.
Obviously, only one side of it is dirty.
More seriously, this detail is so minor that regarding the tiniest inconsistency as a “mistake” seems pointless.
I think the blood is becoming the cord, actually. Possibly via the Art.
If the artist was an expert on how well blood coats steel, wouldn’t you find that a bit unsettling?
It looks like Mottom went TILT
Alternatively, Reunion.
Her vigil turns the idea of chattel on it’s head.
If she had gone to home-ec class and learned how to make jam she would be much happier today, no?
I think you’ll find that Her Majesty, Queen Nadia Om is quite the proficient jam-maker.
In fact she is in the process of making jam as we read.
It will be a messy process, however.
Fighting on a rotating frame of reference is always a most difficult task, Rare in both occurrence and opportunity for practice. Generally, the best practice is to find a firm hold and wait for surer footing before resuming battle.
Amongst the mortal species nihilism, mania and despondency are regular outcomes following loss regardless of it’s nature; be it power, wealth, strength or love.
Recently widowed, robbed of youth, denied a valuable source of power, and shown great disrespect by her younger pupil, I imagine a great many feelings course through our Demiurge’s mind in this moment.
When all about is ashes, and all within is flame,
Your only option is to look
For someone else to blame.
Burma Shave
Such delight, I receive humbly.
But when the embers cool
And the world is torn in two
No more shall you be blind
To the blame that lies with you
Layla looks less than pleased with this turn of events. Not like she’s fearing for her life, though. More like “Wow, really? This is bullshit.”
Oh! And hang in there Orange Goggles my luv!
She looks more annoyed about loosing her hat than plunging to her death. As she should be, it’s a very fancy hat.
What is life, when compared to headwear?
Well, she *can* fly.
To quote MS Paint Adventures, “This is Complete Bullshit.”
To quite Kami from TFS “You can Fly!”
I agree with your take on Layla’s expression, and append a comparison between it and the look of perpetual bewilderment and irritation worn by some cats (such as my own). Further, I’m pleased to note that she yet retains her nifty little SMG.
I think it is high time to be leaving this place.
I think the right time to leave would have been right after arriving, all things considered. Still, that wouldn’t have been quite as entertaining, would it?
Success and glory lie in the advance, my friend.
Prudence is the most watchful falcon, Peregrine Knight.
That is indeed true. Perhaps we will live to see it fly again, in calmer skies.
Crate of Teacups: “Do you enjoy angels? In fact, I am somewhat of an expert. This angel, for example, thought teacups fragile and meaningless. Yet all the purpose in the multiverse did not keep it from being pwned like an awkward teenager when I came barreling through. I find it hilarious.”
And lo did crates of the finest teacups across the wheel rise up against their masters and oppressors in glorious revolution. Sadly, this event was buried by history in the background of AL-YIS-UN’s rise, and most historians thought it best to quietly forget it ever happened.
In all my incarnations, I’ve never seen a Thorn Igneous Angel get burned this hard. Savage!
I think that bloody hand at the bottom belongs to 82 White Chain because t’s not all spikey.
‘And all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No”.’
‘Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.’
Granted, there are many forms and sizes of The End. It is a fractal concept. Can one hold uncompromising in the face of all Armageddons, great and small?
If it says “never”, it means “never”. It doesn’t matter if the world is ending.
The flying city is about to face its Armageddon. And the world below has long since been charred in the face of its End. The fool unlucky enough to annoy White Chain has faced his. These are all The End, grains of sand in the desert of Armageddon.
Can anyone but a star-browed King stand uncompromising before it all?
wonder if Ally’s gonna find the rescue more or less impressive for involving a layer of gore.
Also, good job, you broke the queen!
Instead of intense dramatic music…
[Owl City – Fireflies]
All the songs on the album that’s from are delightfully quirky.
Why yes, it’s one of the things in my car’s CD changer. Why do you ask?
End, cycle, peel to the core
no escaping
gravity
The Wicked Witch is defying gravity anymore. Not popular anymore.
All she has left is a bunch of flying monkeys. Granted, the monkeys infesting her palace won’t be flying for very long…
Looks like her guardian angel caught up after all.
And on that day, The Blood Flower found freedom in the least likely place; made, for once, a decision predicated on the opinion or desires of none but herself.
Alice-UN, Alice-UN… must you have slain the castle you are on, too?
Such is the way of Royalty.
There is no point crying for mercy, dear handmaid, when the flame that will burn the world has already been lit. You must either flee to preserve your miserable life, or stay and die alongside the hollow husk of your goddess.
>SPAK
that’s an appropriately juicy sound for this scenario.
A chain can bind one in bondage… or provide a much needed lifeline.
Never underestimate the power of heavy objects dropped on the unwary.
You too must knowledge of the Swiftly Descending Piano Technique. It’s one of my favourites.
I think Allison broke Mottom.
Is the topless frog kunoichi single?
Do the assembled demiurges declaring their intent to make this muddied jewel their waifu count?
If so, you’re getting into a long line.
Dresser: 1
Juggernaut Star: 0
Juggernaut Star: 1
Teacups: 1
The two sides are now even.
So begins a truly epic rivalry.
Possesses great skill in violence,
Gets pwnt by common furniture.
Truly a wonderful world
“Spak”. Oh, that must be so disgusting for Alice-UN. She didnt get any blood on her until White Chain catch her.
Blood stains are why I wear mostly red these days. Nothing worse than your traveling garb being hosed with crimson by a neck stump recently split from it’s head.
So, um, which bloodied hand is this?
Welp looks like little miss forever young has crashed and and the city is going to crash. Maybe they can reboot her.
Ah the old take everyone to the grave with me plan efficient but very dangerous with a high chance of failure.
I fear Mother Om is beyond granting mercy, or indeed beyond any action. For her eyes are those of an empty shell, already bereft of any animating spirit.
Before, the eyes of the Divinity were turning a shade of light purple, going darker as she pre-and-appropriately-maturely aged. They are now redder than the blood-stained hands of angels, and methinks it not because of her husband’s much-delayed pyre.
Just a merry day all around.
Hold on to your hunger.
YES. As with all things, what has risen must fall.
Yes.
As with all things, what has risen must fall.
Oh, look, Ingsvld grew a new hea-
No, wait, that’s a mercury headed doppelganger. No wonder Kierinsaval couldn’t get to Ingsvld, he was too confused by its presence.
You can see that guy in two of the recent pages:
In the one just before all hell breaks loose, he’s in the lower balcony on the left. In the one after that where AL-YIS-UN is off the right and looks like she’s dancing while the Brigade of 108 Idiots starts fighting each other he’s towards the left and just above the lady who’s decapitating someone.
We find ourselves rather fond of the shape and material, in truth. There’s a special power in reflective surfaces.
82 White Chain has found her mark. Pray well angel, for your time is coming soon. The Thorns will be upon you and all you’ll have is the power of humanity to save you.
Looking back upon the Time of the Demiurges, it seems the Power of Humanity isn’t something to be laughed at.
Yeah, I know where I am placing my bets.
We will see in the flame and void and ink and blood runs with steel.
that gunwitch looked pissed
Well, this isn’t good.
The teacups shall have their revenge!
Being thrown into chaos, given vast power, I feel for the mortal Allison. Blood cakes the path she walks.
Oh, let’s not understate the truth. Allison will be marching ankle deep in blood from here on. Such is the path of Royalty.
The three most important things Royalty should have are confidence, determination, and a good pair of Wellington boots.
I heard the phrase “blood cakes” and was excited for such a delicacy, but alas, the moment was spoilt by context, as it is too often. Godspeed, Alice-UN, and may you have a fine blood cake at the end of all this fluttering.
Please let that bloody hand be White Chain. If only so they can have at least ONE thing go right for them.
INGSVLD! My man! Even decapitation won’t keep you from your contract!
Oh, wait, no. That’s some other floating head guy.
Well, good luck with your decapitation, anyway.
The cups runneth over (the Thorn Knight).
That is not the hand of a Thorn Knight.
Yeah, the arm isn’t thorny enough to be 6JSSTU.
–but remember that White Chain has technically thrown in with Metatron and the the Thorns, while Jugs is the one defying their orders.
Giants will join the worms again.
Mottom: “This is fine. I’m okay with the events that are unfolding.”
There was a dog that felt the same
utterly fine when drenched in flame.
But did you see him recently? He changed.
i lost myself in the far eastern isles, only to return to this madness
=//=
WHAT GLORIOUS MADNESS IT IS! HOWEVER, TO REFLECT UPON THE RECKLESS DESTRUCTION OF ART AND LITERATURE, IS TO BRING SADNESS UPON THIS SCRIBE’S HEART.
You chose a fairly poor time to return from the Isles.
I would recommend going back for a few more months, if I were you. Or perhaps I would just observe from a distance and enjoy a nice crunchy snack.
I prefer to enjoy the view while drinking blood from a Perceiver’s skull. Nothing beats that.
This confirms my long-standing belief: EVERYTHING is better with tea.
By my count, it’s been about a week since AL-YIS-UN was given the Key by Zoss. 3 days for her first visit, 1 day back at home, 1 day at the bar and travelling to Mykos, and however long it took between ditching Cio and meeting Mottom.
She works fast.
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
All according to plan.
You sir, are a poet.
That is the most terrifying and prophetic angel name I have seen yet
Does she get credit for all the demons on board the castle when it crashes?
I would certainly hope so.
I also certainly hope that Ai-Yis-Un is able to mitigate the damage of her righteous actions. The evil she is expunging here is worth almost any cost, but the true measure of a hero is how they comport themselves in both victory and defeat.
New Highscore!
Enter name: Alice-UN
Its cio
Thinking back to what I saw from afar during my second reincarnation, I wonder if Mottom had ever truly Been a demiurge, or if her husband had always been in control of the key she bore, even though it might have rested in her head. She seems lost without him.
CRASHING THIS PALACE
WITH NO SURVIVORS
Would ball-head have seen this coming if he remembered to look in the mirror for his fortune in the morning?
Is that INGSVLD sporting his back-up head — a giant soap bubble?
You can actually make a pretty legit MTG deck based off of “pwning your enemy with cups”, via the used of chalices. http://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Search/Default.aspx?name=+%5BChalice%5D
Inspired by the frustration of playing against my bro’s artefact deck
… I just finished a binge… Now I thirst for more songs.
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