Remember the magic of friendship and calm down
or wreck all dat shit
Remember the magic of friendship and calm down
or wreck all dat shit
Lemme just interrupt the regularly scheduled procrastination to announce my participation in 24 hour comic day, where comic artists attempt to make a 24 page comic in 24 days.
I'm going to work on an Eskero related comic about a box head and his gunslinging cohort.
I'll be posting updates and such as much as I can during this event on my Tumblr, so if you're interested, follow me there and show your support, or join in yourself. The event's gonna take place October 20th 10am to October 21st at 10am.
Be there, or be square.
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I'll definitely be following that.
Meanwhile, I await another eventual update. Keep it up, Trigger.
My name is legendaryBuffoon, and y00 are lIkely to be conf00nded by my c0untenance.
It is though, just add /ask to the end of a URL and it'll bring you to any askbox.
Here's mine anyways though http://gentrigger.tumblr.com/ask
>Demonstrate the delicate art of lightninging. (read: SMASH)
"Do not question my resolve, I have come for the strength of our ancient God and I shall take it! You are nothing against the sandstorms my tribe has endured! You're nothing against the burning sun that burned our skin since the day we came into this harsh world! YOU ARE NOTHING AND I AM LIGHTNING!"
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Thunderous applause! give a bow.
A toss of his trusty spear ushers in a wave of energy, pounding against the walls with a sound that could flatten mountains, spreading any small crack in the wall into a web of tributaries and branches that snake into the darkness as the spear itself pierces the eye of the giant, vaporizing his ancient core of storms, and spreading its energies along with the remains of his body outwards in a second shockwave that brings sections of the wall down into the stream below. Tons of earth weigh down on the structure, which was not built to house such a powerful single blow made in a battle between a mortal and a titan. The walls hold just enough to not turn this temple into a tomb.
>If you are truly a storm, you no longer need Maelstrom. You can bring the rain to your people yourself.
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> Time to loot!
>Level Up! (Metaphorically)
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>Cirrus: Appropriate the Trouble's remains. Use them to dissolve your way into the space between spaces.
My name is legendaryBuffoon, and y00 are lIkely to be conf00nded by my c0untenance.
If you are the storm, nothing can contain your wrath; destroy the troubles
>Retrieve spear, go God-hunting
The spear returns to it's master's side.
Good weapon, best friend.
>If you are the storm, nothing can contain your wrath; destroy the troubles
Cirrus feels his body churn, each turbulent crackle within him another debt to repay.
He will upturn this place, he vows to himself. That is the first on the list. He can feel the hate within it, another storm brewing for hundreds of years. Before the feeling was vague and unsettling, yet now it is clear. This is the vengeance of his people, bottled up deep down beneath their land, a passion that is now their shame. Once their passion was their weapon, they were the dancers of the storm, able to bring forth wild gusts with a flourish of rain, thunder and lightning.
Cirrus's father told him this once.
He believed every word of it.
He believed even more deeply that his father was such a warrior.
One who's body alone could bring forth a storm.
He believed it even more strongly now as the thunder within him grow.
A beating drum.
As the pieces of the giant fall into the waters below he can feel it beat faster.
His body can barely contain it.
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But then it is silenced, the storm dissipates.
His storm turns into a drizzle.
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Land safely!
It's okay, dude. I know it's embarassing, but it's natural and happens to most guys at some point.
EPOXY.....
>Cirrus: wake up!
Cirrus, be down but no out. The storm may die down, but it never clears.
Your name is Sparrowsmith. Of course, it's not really, but you like to pretend that when online due to an inside joke which only you get. It's kind of ironic. Your Avatar was made by аshdenej, it is an awesome sparrow. You just posted something lame, like you always do. You don't mind this, because it was intentional.
Diskbreak:
sleep, let another fight your battles
>Cirrus: Descend
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