Emzedoh posted:

Neat trick, right?

Tree Bucket posted:

How do you even use a lance stirrup-less without just... levering yourself right off your own saddle? I doubt you'd be doing any lance charges. More sort of... riding up to the enemy, perhaps slowing down, then poking them? Hmm

field balm posted:

I really like pop team epic. I don't entirely understand it, but it's "funny" in the same way heathcliff is, where I'm not sure if I've missed the joke or it's just like... not funny but on purpose. The cyborg bartender manga is nice and comfy too. K6bd is great but I'm not gonna reread along on my phone because it really is too big and detailed for the tiny screen.

Thanks for posting your favourite comics, goons.

Emzedoh posted:

Rigged Death Trap posted:

A lot of PTE is lost in translation
Amd some of it is just mediocre

Technocrat posted:

rodbeard posted:

Why does every character speak like English isn't their first language?

Kit Walker posted:

quote:

What makes a knight?
A shining blade or bloody battered steel?
Let us name the Orders Four and the truth within reveal.

THE GEAS KNIGHT unknown by name, the seeker proud and true,
His endless quest hath rent the stars yet known is he by few,

THE PEREGRINE, whose bell always rings the crack of breaking day,
It’s nameless peal will drive the ceaseless evil from the ways,

THE BLOODY KNIGHT, belligerent, her edge tastes skulls and lives,
The viscera of common men and royalty besides,

THE MENDICANT, the beggar knight, roughly clad and shod,
He lives as though he were a beast, but fights he as a God.

– Children’s Rhyme.

quote:

ii. The lie of the iron plum

There was once a king named UN-Payam who sat at the right hand of YISUN’s throne and ruled a palace of burnished gold and fire and dispensed justice in all things. It was let known once that Payam had grown an extraordinary plum – enormous in size, with adamant skin that was burnished as a breastplate and fifty times as hardy. Payam was desirous of a pillow friend of fiery heart and excellent skill with their mouth and let know that whosoever could break the skin of that plum with their teeth he would swear to share his bed with for three nights in whatever disposition they may desire.

Many gods were in attendance at Payam’s hall on the first day, and even more on the second day, but by the third day of this strange contest few remained who had not tested their mettle, for the plum remained implacable and immaculate and turned many away with sore teeth and roiling frustration in their brains. A great cry rose up and YISUN was called forth from the twenty third clockwise palace of carbon where YISUN had been meditating on the point of a thirty acre long spear of crystallized time. In companionship with YISUN was Hansa, who followed along.

“See this Payam!” cried the gods, “He deceives us! He cruelly abuses our lustful hearts!”

YISUN was very fond of plums and immediately grasped the iron plum and took a long, succulent bite, praising its merits to the amazement of all.

“How!” wailed the attended.

“Why, it is a plum of flesh, and quite ripe as well,” said YISUN plainly, and indeed, it was apparent to those gathered that it was the case. The plum was passed around and touched and indeed it was sensual and soft and pliant. Hansa was not so convinced. “It is still a plum of iron,” said he, “there is some trickery here, oh master of masters.”

“Indeed, it is so,” said YISUN, and it was again apparent to those gathered that the flesh of that plum was as hard and impermeable as a fortress. “How can it be so?” said Hansa, “How comes this fickle nature? Plums and the fifty winds are not so alike I think.”

YISUN said, “I told you of this and, believing it, it was so. We are all secret kings of our own tower. In truth, it is whichever you prefer. In truth, there is no plum at all, just as there is no YISUN. A plum has no shape, form, or color at all, in truth, but these are all things I find pleasing about it. A plum has no taste at all for it has no flesh or substance, but I find its sweetness intoxicating. A plum is a thing that does not exist. But it is my favorite fruit.”

“A pipe is a thing that does exist, and it is my favorite past time,” said Hansa, lacking understanding, and growing in cynicism.

“What a paradox!” said YISUN, smiling, “I shall share my love tenderly with Payam.”

quote:

“Let the ruling king always keep a clown about him and on his council, and let the fool babble on what he like, and relentless mock the king and all his grand and royal plans and designs at the idiot’s discretion. For there is no greater councilor than one who will clearly speak truth to folly.”

– “Fifteen ways of ruling”, DE 1559, attributed to Au, the Pankrator of the Yellow City of Vesh.

Philippe posted:

If this is Dark Souls, I see we've found our Patches.

CrocodileKingSaysNO posted:

LAST TIME ON BACK

Kennel posted:

Chekhov's beans

Josef bugman posted:

The middle section is a really interesting view of future events.

Son of Thunderbeast posted:

Son of Thunderbeast posted:

Shageletic posted:

Hey anyone have the name of that podcast that's supposed to be Achewood's GOF. Thought it might be fun to listen to while I read along.

Philippe posted:

Listen to brain tape! It's a podcast about Achewood, where two people (one of which knows nothing about Achewood and the other one knows far too much) go through the Great Outdoor Fight. They have opinions and it's great.

One of their theses is that the GOF is very much about masculinity, and a sort of dirtbag, "reject modernity embrace tradition" masculinity no less.

Keith Stack posted:

Keith Stack posted:

Kennel posted:

thetoughestbean posted:

Spooky

Cooked Auto posted:

You posted the second page twice.

Emzedoh posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTViGS0HqMs

Note the lack of stirrups on the saddles. Those wouldn't be seen in Europe until about the 6th or 7th century CE.

edit: added missing page 3