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.
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.