(continuing alt text) “…well, or choose to kill just Harky. Oh, and the land sharks. Oh, heck, ALL of the savage horde – just kill ’em.”
“Oh and choose to wear your hair sexy and long from now on – not electrified like now, but not back in your old granny style”
“Syr? Baby? Love dumpling? I didn’t mean you looked old… now please point that bough away from me, suga-“ZZZAASSSKKK
Mash ’em together and make a purple pill. It’d probably make you just like every other human – walking around in the real world with your head firmly lodged in your own private reality.
I was in the supermarket yesterday and I picked up some lemonade from a promotional stand. As I did so, the entire thing collapsed, and I ended up fleeing down the aisle pursued by a torrent of lemonade.
Syr: Honeydew you love me? Lettuce leave here today, or tomato!
Byr: Olive you, my radishing beauty, but we canteloupe until I get a raisin my celery.
Syr: Oh, asparagus your excuses! Why I artichoke you!
Byr: Can’t we live in peas and hominy?
This reminds me of the climax of Paranorman.
In case you’re now interested in it: I’d say it’s generally a mediocre & formulaic-feeling movie, although the immediate aftermath of its climax is rather nice.
[spoilers follow, kind of]
Specifically: Protagonist is midair where the sky’s all glowy green, trying to dissuade a magically powerful lady – who is trying to kill him and is otherwise predominantly vengeful, but also has increasingly prominent undercurrents of “but I’m just trying to do good”.
[end of spoilers]
1] I’m sorry Byron, Her Will Be Done
2] You’re right, we can’t do this. Think of all the dead leaves.
3] [Flirt] We can rebuild the elven race. Make them smarter, sexier, with more epic shoulder pads.
Yes, wood elves have receptacles on their feet that allow them to take in water and nutrients from the soil but you’re totally forgetting about Syr’s vagina and anus.
[Reading Alt text]
…That would be helpful, yes.
You have a choice. You must now take that choice.
[Someone went to the Qunari school of reasoning.]
Good parallel there with Syr’nj’s line at the end of Chapter 8. “You all have a choice. Remember that.”
One day, we’ll all look back on this and laugh.
Agreed. I think a lot of the caps-lock yelling was Syr’s anger about her dad talking.
But she just might choose annihilating everybody anyway…
More than four years later I just got this. (Again, probably.)
Such great storytelling.
I choose……!!!
Ok, this hyperlink tag totally didn’t work out as intended.
You meant to choose Jigglypuff?
How did I get psyduck instead? And really shouldn’t he be called a platypus?
I got Shoe.
When life gives you shoes make kicks.
I got a Roc.
like this
Can you please educate me on which tag to use. Embedding links into words in the comments section is a life long dream of mine.
Replace the square brackets in this example with angle brackets.
[a href=”http://www.socksandpuppets.com/24hcd/sotr/”]Look! a comic![/a]
It’ll come out like this.
Look! a comic!
Thanks!
@ahdok
Stay away from dimensional gateways ahdok.
I don’t think there can be any debate this time–if you run into yourself you will create a pairahdoks :-p
Oh man, that is my pun of the week.
So Byron, I have to ask, how do you stop your balls from going ‘clank’ when you walk? lol
(continuing alt text) “…well, or choose to kill just Harky. Oh, and the land sharks. Oh, heck, ALL of the savage horde – just kill ’em.”
“Oh and choose to wear your hair sexy and long from now on – not electrified like now, but not back in your old granny style”
“Syr? Baby? Love dumpling? I didn’t mean you looked old… now please point that bough away from me, suga-“ZZZAASSSKKK
“…plus, you’re the best lay I’ve had in a long time, and I’d hate for something like this to make it awkward.”
“…also, you’re the only one who knows how to cook up my anti-zerk serum, and I’m fresh out.”
“…haurgh?”
Will you take the blue pill, or the red pill?
That depends, what are the side effects of each? Do they have a generic formulation available? Are they covered by my insurance benefits?
the blue pill is a suppository
I’, putting the blue pill and the red pill through a double-blind clinical trial, and seeing which one works best.
Mash ’em together and make a purple pill. It’d probably make you just like every other human – walking around in the real world with your head firmly lodged in your own private reality.
Heheh.. reminded me of this XKCD strip
problem is she took the green pill.
“you have a choice!”
“AND MY AXE”
“Get out of here Gimli!”
It’s bad to kill. Puns kill ! And you don’t have to be a pun!
Puns don’t kill people…
I was in the supermarket yesterday and I picked up some lemonade from a promotional stand. As I did so, the entire thing collapsed, and I ended up fleeing down the aisle pursued by a torrent of lemonade.
I was almost Schwepped away…
That’s quite the bitter ale you just told. You certainly don’t lead a Dole life do you?
I was really hoping for a response along the lines of “lawnmowers do”, but I guess that got turfed.
Did you get up gingerly, or just lime there?
I had a pet rock once, a piece of sandstone. It ran away, but I’m still sedimental.
I thought i saw a rainbow, but it was just a pigment of my imagination.
I’m here all week.
Syr: Honeydew you love me? Lettuce leave here today, or tomato!
Byr: Olive you, my radishing beauty, but we canteloupe until I get a raisin my celery.
Syr: Oh, asparagus your excuses! Why I artichoke you!
Byr: Can’t we live in peas and hominy?
clap…clap…clap…clap…clap
Your slow clap suggests you wish to clap the punners in irons.
No Byron! Don’t take away the shiney! I love the shiney!
“Or be Batman. Always be Batman.”
But… but… my Kill Count ;_;
When you put it like that, how can you not kill everything.
Syr’nj should stick to her decisions or else Graiya’s bark will appear worse than her bite.
Syr… your ears are getting out of hand again…
Well, they belong on her head, not her other extremities.
Captain Literal strikes again!
Who did he attack?
You are not a gun!
Ooohh an Iron Giant reference I love it!
Epic. Awesome movie :’)
This reminds me of the climax of Paranorman.
In case you’re now interested in it: I’d say it’s generally a mediocre & formulaic-feeling movie, although the immediate aftermath of its climax is rather nice.
Really?
Wow! What they allow with a PG rating these days!
“Was it as good for you as it was for my 9-year-old daughter?”
There’s no way to make this joke without it sounding TERRIBLE.
the climax, you mean?
[made it sound worse, and wouldn’t be too surprised if this comment gets deleted]
Almost tempted to keep going to see how close to the arbitrary “deleted comment” line.
Basically, I’m edging.
[spoilers follow, kind of]
Specifically: Protagonist is midair where the sky’s all glowy green, trying to dissuade a magically powerful lady – who is trying to kill him and is otherwise predominantly vengeful, but also has increasingly prominent undercurrents of “but I’m just trying to do good”.
[end of spoilers]
Coming down off THAT high is gonna be one hell of a crash.
Well, at least he got her to knock it off with the caps lock.
“Baby, I know I agreed to try new things in the bedroom, but…”
Time for her to snap the stick like some kind of anti-Nature He-Man, declare eternal love for Byron, and then punch Harky in the dick with SCIENCE.
This needs to happen exactly as written.
Epic Bad Hair Day…
1] I’m sorry Byron, Her Will Be Done
2] You’re right, we can’t do this. Think of all the dead leaves.
3] [Flirt] We can rebuild the elven race. Make them smarter, sexier, with more epic shoulder pads.
Green: A sexy synthesis of men and elves for the betterment of all.
Blue: Take direct control of the bough and become eternal guardian of own people.
Red: Destroy the bough and face the uncertain future and repetition of past mistakes.
Option 4: Log off.
Ouch…just…O U C H. >.<
Awesome
Sadly the cinematic for these endings are naught but different color variants of the same explosion.
…I just noticed that the lines radiating out from Graiya’s Bough have leaves on them. Nice detail.
Yes, and it’s a choice of a new generation.
Dang. I was hoping that when she closed her eyes beams of light would shoot out of her ears. Guess I lost that pool.
Let’s just say that there are at least two orifices you can’t see in that last panel.
Yes, wood elves have receptacles on their feet that allow them to take in water and nutrients from the soil but you’re totally forgetting about Syr’s vagina and anus.
This just totally rocked my “now-with-extra-holes” socks off! I have no comment about the other two orifices.
Boy, that just kinda takes the magic out of the innuendo.
In-you-end-o…Spanish term for anus?
Of course, you should kill harky FIRST before you decide to stop. That could be incredibly fucking useful.
Did anyone else read it Yoda style?
“A choice… Have… You…”
A man chooses. A slave obeys.
Reminds me of Iron Giant
“You
have
a choice”*voice break on choice*