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Guilded Age
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Welcome to the saga of the working-class adventurer! Enjoy the complete story with new annotations daily!
“Somewhat more than a Hemigod, but less than a TotiGod. Maybe a Paragod? Quasigod? See, this is the sort of thing I really should have worked out before I got here…”
Loki: “You dull creature! I am a GOD!” Hulk: smash x 5
Doc Ock: “the power of the sun in the palm of my hand.” Spidey: pow, zap.
Jafar: “The power, THE POWER!” Aladdin: “itty bitty living space.”
Big mistake, HR. Pronouncements of self-deity are followed quickly by defeat.
You see, HR, you old whorehopper? That’s how it’s done. Forget your talk of facelifts. Just tell ’em if they loved you, they’d all kill themselves today, see what happens. My guess – squees all around.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?”…
“Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, “Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it.”
A nerd of the caliber necessary to be a top game designer should really know better. Or at least quickly understand how very little hope is left after uttering such a thing.
I was thinking that, too, but I wonder if Syr might be planning something liek letting crazyFrigg go after HR here, since she was kinda already on that path anyway.
Animal Man meets Grant Morrison!
Don’t you go off and monologue while I’m trying to HUAAAAAGH at you!
Where is your god n..ohhh.
I think E-Merl’s pointing at him.
I’m not sure you’d call that pointing. Flailing, maybe. Flopping? E-Merl used Splash?
Was it effective?
IS IT EVER!?
no.
“Somewhat more than a Hemigod, but less than a TotiGod. Maybe a Paragod? Quasigod? See, this is the sort of thing I really should have worked out before I got here…”
Loki: “You dull creature! I am a GOD!” Hulk: smash x 5
Doc Ock: “the power of the sun in the palm of my hand.” Spidey: pow, zap.
Jafar: “The power, THE POWER!” Aladdin: “itty bitty living space.”
Big mistake, HR. Pronouncements of self-deity are followed quickly by defeat.
Two thirds of a God, or about aught point 666 milligods.
Guess no one told her that Brother Tom is dead. Of course Bandit is the only one that knew and she and Syr’Ng aren’t on speaking terms.
Well, she *is* trapped in an MMORPG. Death really only is a minor setback, looking at you Kael’thas.
That bastard took my name first.
Prick.
So this is what happens when Ned Flanders finally snaps.
Someone got him a Deathnote for Christmas and it all went so terribly wrong from there.
And this is what happens when he get’s a career in music: https://okillydokilly.bandcamp.com/releases
The worlds first “Nedal” band
“not quite as aggressive as bartcore, and more upbeat than krustypunk.”
It’s godshooting time.
“HR, the next time someone asks you if you’re a god, YOU SAY SEMI.”
Dammit, I wanted to make the ‘You say SEMI’ joke!
Bow before me you!
Bow before your me, you!
*squee* Spider Jerusalem avatar! *more squees*
You see, HR, you old whorehopper? That’s how it’s done. Forget your talk of facelifts. Just tell ’em if they loved you, they’d all kill themselves today, see what happens. My guess – squees all around.
Kneel before Zod!
He’ll never ascend with such high levels of rational self-criticism.
You don’t go around saying “I am pretty much the alpha and the omega, the kinda first and sorta last, the beginning and I guess the end.”
I dunno, it’s nice to see a more level headed brand of maniacal egoism for a change.
Call it a work in progress.
He’s also practically immortal :D
I am just about all-powerful, too!
Oh, they all claim to be gods before the pants come off. Then they seem a little less divine.
Science him. Science him in the face. Science him in the face hard.
Oh, everyone’s a god, these days. They’re practically handing out godhood in cracker-jack boxes.
Aww what they are? Stupid crackerjacks and their stupid nuts and their stupid free godhood.
“So that’s why everything seems like a crack house rush job.”
I wonder why H.R. doesn’t refer to Syr’Nj by her “real” name, now that he’s confronting her properly.
Because the writers didn’t share it out yet?
Semi-god needs a trucker hat.
He can’t be the Semi-god. The only real Semi-god is good old Jack Burton.
And what would ol’ Jack Burton say at a time like this?
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?”…
“Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
Perfect! :D
“Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, “Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it.”
“Are you saying you’re Graiya? Because if you are… I wouldn’t call that a facelift.”
All I can imagine RN Is HR doing the “ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN, THIS IS YOUR GOD SPEAKING” monologue from Homestuck r/n.
A nerd of the caliber necessary to be a top game designer should really know better. Or at least quickly understand how very little hope is left after uttering such a thing.
Nobody else bringing up the fact that not giving Frigg your full attention when she is in face-smashy mode is a less than great plan?
I was thinking that, too, but I wonder if Syr might be planning something liek letting crazyFrigg go after HR here, since she was kinda already on that path anyway.
Will you then say “I am a God” in the presence of those who kill you? You will be but a mortal, not a god, in the hands of those who slay you.
Ezekiel 28:9
Three of the five are here. One is dead. Where’s Gravedust?