I agree, Ganurath. There is too much criticism about “how people ought to” grieve. Basically, there are hundreds of different ways, all acceptable, as long as you don’t get suicidal or homicidal, or drink to oblivi-
Class requirements are so…uh, /three/ editions ago now. Five if you count 3.0., 3.5, and Pathfinder as separate editions.
(If you make a wizard with a single-digit Intelligence you’ll have a character who’s a useless load, unable to cast spells and with no other class features to speak of, but that doesn’t mean you can’t, and paladins with single-digit Charisma can still fight, cast spells, and detect evil.)
They can’t cast spells, actually, they require a charisma of 10+spell level to cast their spells, so 11-14 depending on what level you are,
The rest of that they can still do
In her last two strips, after she and Frigg got thrown into a house, she didn’t have the hood anymore, presumably torn of by the rubble, or she decided to go out rocking her untamed ’80s hair. My assumption is the latter.
That…would probably be terribly one-sided. E-Merl probably wouldn’t be able to get through Frigg’s defenses and her holy smack down ability would probably get through anything he has for defense.
Her range attack still needs some work. Magda had her on the ropes pretty quickly (though she had copious meat tankage).
Rachel powered up on Frigg-love was terrifying. And I’m pretty sure E-Merl was waaaaay more obsessed with Rachel than Rachel was with Frigg. He may ultimately lose, but I’m sure he could put an unholy beatdown on drunk Frigg before she caught up to him.
Always full of an alcohol determined by the amount of X’s scrawled on the outside. shake
X: beer
XX: wine
XXX: mixed drink
XXXX: Liquor on the rocks
XXXXX: Pappy’s Moonshine
XXXXXXXXXX…: Muchos Equis, or used engine degreaser, the critics cant quite tell..
Finally. Frigg! We missed you. Plus, I love the 199 proof whiskey (I actually don’t know what Xs represent on alcohol…but that looks like a lot of Xs so it must be strong)
It has now been 2 cycles since the encounter with the Corrupter Beast.
After recovering my strength from the over consumption of mass quantities an increasingly distressful feeling overcame me and after making urgent queries of designate Fr’Nj I was given directions and sent into the wilderness to look for a “private spot”.
I located such a spot in a ruined building and attempted to perform the list of actions given to me by designate Fr’Nj in the proper order. She stressed it was very important they be performed in the exact order given.
I had just completed action 1) Removing items of apparel below the waste when suddenly designate Frigg rammed an asymmetrical but roughly cylindrical object on my head and declared, “Now uuur Egurrl *here she suddenly vented excess air pressure* nnn ma Rayshell sheee? Cause… hats. *she pointed at her head* Sshow get ready ta make wishtha MAGIC! HA!” She then proceeded to start grabbing me. It was like an attack but didn’t seemed to be designed to cause injury. In some ways she appeared to be attempting some of the movements I had seen performed around the great fire back at the center of the Revelry. All attempts to inform designate Frigg that I was in the middle of a list of actions that had to be performed in order and I would gladly learn more about the local acts meant to replenish their spirits as soon as the list was completed were completely ignored and my efforts to redirect her movements seemed to make her more and more agitated.
Unfortunately the increasingly distressful feeling that began earlier appeared to function as a countdown of sorts and it seems that moment was the end of it. Designate Fr’Nj was correct. It was indeed VERY important to perform the actions in the proper order. Designate Frigg looked at the resulting mass from the error and said, “Thaas naaasshty.” and then proceeded to eject what appeared to be the mass quantities we consumed earlier, only partially transformed into energy, onto the ground. The sight and fumes seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction within me and I successfully fought to block this triggers control over me.
Designate Frigg starred at the combined masses for a second then fell to the ground, now covered in oddly repulsive mass quantities, already unconscious.
I congratulated myself for correctly interpreting designate Frigg’s actions as not an attack based on what I had observed of the Revelry earlier. Had that occurred even a cycle ago I might well have killed one of my few potential allies in this world and if I survived would now be alone, hunted and or deleted.
As I removed any remaining mass and replaced my apparel to its designated areas I contemplated the prone designate Frigg. Only a little over 2 cycles in this world and it was already becoming obvious that of all my new found comrades designate Frigg would present the greatest challenge to understanding and I needed to understand them all as quickly as possible before an incorrect assumption about a situation like the one just experienced caused me to sever ties I needed to survive or if the next situation was indeed an actual attack caused me to be terminated.
RACHEL! OH SHIT WE MISSED YOU! WAIT THOUGH WHERE’S THE HELL IS FRIGG?
Apparently, Frigg put points in Disguise.
So, what your saying is, she’s in the scene, but… disguised as one of the rocks… damn, must have been a lot of points, can’t find her.
Good grief.
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… ASCII’s not very good for thumbs-ups…
Especially when the comment software deletes spaces. v_v
*crawls off to die of humiliation*
It’s supposed to be a thumbs up? Wait, I can see that now. WHEW. Thought you were anatomically going someplace NSFW there.
I don’t like puns THAT much….
Well, to be fair, your icon is Tedd. You’re pretty much assumed to be the one making inappropriate comments…
I agree, Ganurath. There is too much criticism about “how people ought to” grieve. Basically, there are hundreds of different ways, all acceptable, as long as you don’t get suicidal or homicidal, or drink to oblivi-
Well, crap.
Hey, drinkin’ until you can’t feel anymore is a perfectly acceptable way to grieve.
Well, it’s certainly a KIND of grief, but I wouldn’t call it… good.
. . . There’s a kind of grief you consider good?
Too soon, Frigg. Too soon.
When they made Frigg, to have room for all the awesomeness they had to delete the tact. Plus she’s hammered.
She’s a Paladin that has Charisma as her dump stat. Good thing she doesn’t care that much about her specials other than glowy hammer shit.
Can Paladins actually use Charisma as a dump stat? I thought it was a class requirement.
Some editions don’t have requirements for base classes. Which Paladin is a base class in those editions.
Class requirements are so…uh, /three/ editions ago now. Five if you count 3.0., 3.5, and Pathfinder as separate editions.
(If you make a wizard with a single-digit Intelligence you’ll have a character who’s a useless load, unable to cast spells and with no other class features to speak of, but that doesn’t mean you can’t, and paladins with single-digit Charisma can still fight, cast spells, and detect evil.)
They can’t cast spells, actually, they require a charisma of 10+spell level to cast their spells, so 11-14 depending on what level you are,
The rest of that they can still do
Now she should go and proposition E-Merl, while wearing the headcloth.
I love you.
I love that Frigg even mourns Friggily.
Sooo, looking at the stages of grief I’m going to cautiously put this under anger…
I think the hoodie was still with her when she was digitized so I am interested as to how it remains.
It’s PvE loot! Frog has looted [Hoodie of Vaporization]
In her last two strips, after she and Frigg got thrown into a house, she didn’t have the hood anymore, presumably torn of by the rubble, or she decided to go out rocking her untamed ’80s hair. My assumption is the latter.
Glad E-Merl got some exercise, as I expect that pretty soon he and Frigg will be engaging in some hardcore grief-murderizing of each other.
That…would probably be terribly one-sided. E-Merl probably wouldn’t be able to get through Frigg’s defenses and her holy smack down ability would probably get through anything he has for defense.
I’m fairly positive E-Merl has the critical chance to penetrate Frig’s defenses.
I suspect he’d have nun of that.
Her range attack still needs some work. Magda had her on the ropes pretty quickly (though she had copious meat tankage).
Rachel powered up on Frigg-love was terrifying. And I’m pretty sure E-Merl was waaaaay more obsessed with Rachel than Rachel was with Frigg. He may ultimately lose, but I’m sure he could put an unholy beatdown on drunk Frigg before she caught up to him.
Appears to be an error in the tags. Rachel isn’t listed.
Where did Rachel die?
That bottle has an amazing, if troubling, number of Xs on it,.
It’s both poisonous and sexy.
I don’t often pickle my brain. But when I do, I choose Seis Equis.
i see seven, and im pretty sure they continue around the bottle.
Muchos Equis, 220 proof beer.
How do they get that extra 20 proof in there?
Magic, mofo.
alternately, my old standby: Carefully..
Hehe, and actually one other possibility occurred to me. The bottle is alcoholic too. Drink it dry and still not drunk enough? Just eat the bottle.
Ever-full Handle
Always full of an alcohol determined by the amount of X’s scrawled on the outside. shake
X: beer
XX: wine
XXX: mixed drink
XXXX: Liquor on the rocks
XXXXX: Pappy’s Moonshine
XXXXXXXXXX…: Muchos Equis, or used engine degreaser, the critics cant quite tell..
herp. shake to change type!
Oooh, it’s a dinner and a show.
@_@
I KNEW it. Frigg is about to become the paladin she was always meant to be.
With E-Merl as the Bishop of her order, something something. It all works.
Or, Rachel is about to respawn. Whichever.
Or she just drinks herself to death, to meet Rachel again in the afterlife. Awww.
Or she just makes E-merl her bi(t)sh.
Rachel’s ghost mind-controlling Frigg in 3, 2, 1…
I like how she even has the mole near her mouth on the last panel. :D
She trained her facial pigments for years to perform this trick.
I was wondering when Frigg was going to be seen next.
Though honestly, I was just expecting to see her drunk in a dark corner.
Well, you were half right…
Least she is keeping it classy
Obviously, D&D rules don´t apply here. Or it was a bad case of disintegration… depixelation ?
I’d say something angry, but then I remembered Rachel wasn’t even an “actual” person. Meh.
Finally. Frigg! We missed you. Plus, I love the 199 proof whiskey (I actually don’t know what Xs represent on alcohol…but that looks like a lot of Xs so it must be strong)
Ah, dark humor of grieving. That’s how I grieve too.
That jub needs more X’s in it, clearly Frigg is not drunk enough
Jug. i meant jug. I shall now hang my head in shame.
That’s probably how most folk pronounce it after they get in range of the fumes.
Mocking the dead is a terrible habit and I will have nun of it.
It has now been 2 cycles since the encounter with the Corrupter Beast.
After recovering my strength from the over consumption of mass quantities an increasingly distressful feeling overcame me and after making urgent queries of designate Fr’Nj I was given directions and sent into the wilderness to look for a “private spot”.
I located such a spot in a ruined building and attempted to perform the list of actions given to me by designate Fr’Nj in the proper order. She stressed it was very important they be performed in the exact order given.
I had just completed action 1) Removing items of apparel below the waste when suddenly designate Frigg rammed an asymmetrical but roughly cylindrical object on my head and declared, “Now uuur Egurrl *here she suddenly vented excess air pressure* nnn ma Rayshell sheee? Cause… hats. *she pointed at her head* Sshow get ready ta make wishtha MAGIC! HA!” She then proceeded to start grabbing me. It was like an attack but didn’t seemed to be designed to cause injury. In some ways she appeared to be attempting some of the movements I had seen performed around the great fire back at the center of the Revelry. All attempts to inform designate Frigg that I was in the middle of a list of actions that had to be performed in order and I would gladly learn more about the local acts meant to replenish their spirits as soon as the list was completed were completely ignored and my efforts to redirect her movements seemed to make her more and more agitated.
Unfortunately the increasingly distressful feeling that began earlier appeared to function as a countdown of sorts and it seems that moment was the end of it. Designate Fr’Nj was correct. It was indeed VERY important to perform the actions in the proper order. Designate Frigg looked at the resulting mass from the error and said, “Thaas naaasshty.” and then proceeded to eject what appeared to be the mass quantities we consumed earlier, only partially transformed into energy, onto the ground. The sight and fumes seemed to trigger some kind of chain reaction within me and I successfully fought to block this triggers control over me.
Designate Frigg starred at the combined masses for a second then fell to the ground, now covered in oddly repulsive mass quantities, already unconscious.
I congratulated myself for correctly interpreting designate Frigg’s actions as not an attack based on what I had observed of the Revelry earlier. Had that occurred even a cycle ago I might well have killed one of my few potential allies in this world and if I survived would now be alone, hunted and or deleted.
As I removed any remaining mass and replaced my apparel to its designated areas I contemplated the prone designate Frigg. Only a little over 2 cycles in this world and it was already becoming obvious that of all my new found comrades designate Frigg would present the greatest challenge to understanding and I needed to understand them all as quickly as possible before an incorrect assumption about a situation like the one just experienced caused me to sever ties I needed to survive or if the next situation was indeed an actual attack caused me to be terminated.
WOW! Whatta fanfiction!
Replace the first 2 vowels in “fanfiction” each with “u”, and that works too.
Seems like you either need an extra ‘n’ or maybe something replaced with a ‘k’ to make something of that. But at least you are having fun.
OMG! Rachel! Where’ve you been?
…Strangely enough, I don’t remember you being such a heavy drinker…