Kit Walker posted:

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“My apprentice asked me why I prefer the company of dogs to men. I told her that a man is an kind of intolerable monkey who clings obsessively to his own fate. To subvert his mortality, he inflicts death and unfathomable torture upon the world. My apprentice told me that I was being a little severe, and asked me about dogs.

I told her that dogs keep my feet warm, and they care very little how badly I insult them. In this respect, they are also better than apprentices.”

– Meti, of the Yellow City

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‘On the topic of dogs, a passing priest once pressed me quite fervently on the subject of my own mortality. He was very concerned about preserving the nature of my immortal essence. “Grandson,” said I, “I am old and my bones are sopping with death already. Why should I care?” He went on to describe in great detail the rituals that could be undertaken to guard one’s soul against degradation and ensure smooth passage to the next realm.

“Do you perform these rites every day?” I asked him, trying to humor him. “Of course, auntie,” said the priest, “Every morning before I wake fully I perform my rites, then four more times a day before rest. It keeps me in good health and spirits, knowing that my death will be a golden door to paradise.”

“Four times a day?” I said, incredulous. “Of course,” said the priest, “Don’t you think about dying, auntie? You should be worried, at your age.”

“Do you think about dying?” I asked him. “How about before sleep?”

“Yes,” he said, seeing that I was clearly straining his good nature. “How about when you bathe?” I asked him. He thought a moment. “Well, sometimes,” he replied. “How about when you poo poo?” I said. “Never,” he said brusquely.

“Not even once?”

“Well maybe once, but I don’t see the point! Who knows?” he said, clearly seeking to draw away from me and peddle his wares onto more the more gullible trash that populated the gutter. “A dog has more sense than you,” I said to him, and thumbed at a lazy mutt that was picking through the market. “He doesn’t think of death at all. Not when he sleeps, not when he bathes, and certainly not when he shits.”

“And I supposed there’s a point,” said the priest.

“You and he will both die,” I pointed out to him. “The four great elements of your bodies will collapse one into the other and you will both become no more substantial than a fart.” I should mention at this time in my life I had very little patience for rhetoric.

The priest spat on me later. I didn’t mind.’

-Meti, of the Yellow City

Captain Hygiene posted:

Fuckin' possums, just go back to your dumpster like the trash animal you are

DACK FAYDEN posted:

e-dt posted:

Nice Pete wasn't being sarcastic. There is a complicated power dynamic in that house.

Synthbuttrange posted:

Hello Princess Mamoru Moonshine Jagermeister Jack Jack Daniels Timothy Tim Bill Freddy Mercury Blueberry Luna, Esquire

Boba Pearl posted:

Bear Enthusiast posted:

I see you're practicing the classic axiom "When in doubt, introduce a cool skeleton."

Bear Enthusiast posted:

I see you're practicing the classic axiom "When in doubt, introduce a cool skeleton."

rodbeard posted:

Chapter 9

thetoughestbean posted:

Uramachi Sakaba

ultrafilter posted:

Son of Thunderbeast posted:

SimonChris posted:

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Son of Thunderbeast posted:

Too many good panels to pick from this time. Decided to go with this one

Kit Walker posted:

Pretty sure that panel in Demon is just a flashback and not child murder.

Youremother posted:

HE IS A GOOD BOY.

Splicer posted:

Why is he dressed like little Lord Fauntleroy though???

Emzedoh posted:

Chapter 1: Would You Die for a Tea Kettle!?

Captain Hygiene posted:

I had no idea what to expect from this comic, but of all the things I was not expecting, God & the Devil manifesting to bicker with each other seems like it should be at the top of the list.

Digamma-F-Wau posted:

CrocodileKingSaysNO posted:

I wish it stayed this grounded.

Albert Camus posted:

Fellas, don't you hate it when the sun—by virtue of its hotness, and possibly also its bigness?—causes you, through no fault of your own, to murder an Arab?

trapped mouse posted:

Emzedoh posted:

ChthonicMasturbatr posted:

Fellas, don't you hate it when the sun—by virtue of its hotness, and possibly also its bigness?—causes you, through no fault of your own, to murder your wife?

CrocodileKingSaysNO posted:

drop out

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