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-- Googol: Whatever the bug arranged in the web, it's so effective and I'm so /useless!/ Tempest (aka Uncle Time; aka God of Fate; through his horseshoe crab hat, now lying upside down on the floor by the fate web): Maybe I can help! Googol: /**eek!**/ -- Googol: /**MASTER TEMPEST?!?**/ Tempest (through his hat): Googol, my fate spider!! I left you my hat so I could communicate with you! Googol: You can /communicate through hats?/ Tempest (through his hat): *Can't you?* Googol: Now? I suppose yes I can. -- Tempest (through his hat): Why did you take so long to find my hat? /I left it right by the fate-web!/ Googol: Master Tempest you were sent away only yesterday. -- Tempest (through his hat): What? That's *impossible!* I've been here a /thousand years!/ | Or perhaps only a day! Timeless-Space you know. -- Googol: Yeah, I'm going with 'a day' since you were sent away yesterday, like I said. Tempest (though his hat): Oh, right. Stupid Timeless Space! -- Tempest (through his hat): Actually I mean *'Great* Timeless Space!' There are so many interesting people and robots and monsters here! There's even a particularly young potential! /*Here*/ where there should be no connection to the web! Or maybe that hasn't happened yet. And I'm, like, everyone's own Father Time! I mean Time-Father! I'm like him and everyone knows me even through [sic: should be "though"] I'm hidden. /*Oh*/ and Lord Sluggy God of Power is here too! Googol: *What?* /How?/ I just saw him get thrown out of the pyramid /yesterday!/ </Googol's thought bubble> <***BOOT!***> (Sluggy is punted out of the God-Pyramid...) </End of Googol's thought bubble> </Googol's second thought bubble> Sluggy (aka Bun-Bun; aka God of Power): *Sluggy's freelance now!* </End of Googol's second thought bubble> -- Googol: Oh right, Timeless Space. I guess it /*is*/ all messed up. Tempest (through his hat): Lord Sluggy totally goes by 'Bun-Bun' now! That's sooo much cooler! He's here in Timeless Space with me! *Twice!* And one of him doesn't know who he is! -- Tempest (through his hat): Do you remember the plan about bringing together all the potentials in the one same spot as all of the ordained? Give me the ballpark time on the timeline where you think they'll end up. Googol: Why? -- Tempest (through his hat): How about all the potentials /*and*/ a bunny God of Power? -- Googol: The Googol search is /*over!*/ He'll be the /*center!* The rallying cry? *Sluggy Freelance!*/ | Now I just need to /make sure/ everyone knows what Sluggy Freelance means. -- Comic Footer: end part XV === NOTE: Ref: _Tempest having the ability to deposit Bun-bun anywhere in the timeline_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/060201>... *Sluggy Freelance:* And there you go. *BUT* if you want to know more and you're a _*Defender*_ <http://www.sluggy.com/public/defenders>, I'm planning to do a "Sluggy Freelance: Full Disclosure" blog post about the true origination of the name with all the gory details, right around when the site updates for Tuesday's (May 20th) comic. | Flag | ||||
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-- Krohnus (attempting to destroy Chaz): This sword came from the Never! The hand wielding it operates outside the hands of fate! I cannot even destroy it. (Chaz says something while Krohnus is trying to fry it; possibly saying something akin to "that hurts" or "I'm indestructible") -- Krohnus (throwing Chaz as hard as he can): /Enough! *BE GONE!*/ **GRRRAA/AAHHH!/*** -- (Chaz is tossed outside the temple) (Chaz says something that some sluggites (e.g., Zillatain) have interpreted as "Krohnus? NO!?!" -- Krohnus: Tempest, you little spider, you let this weapon in and now my /*family is dead!*/ -- Dunuloa: First you blame the sword then you blame Uncle Tempest? Krohnus: /*Silence!*/ -- Krohnus: We will /*all*/ pay a price for this! For my son and wife /I will see *justice.*/ Symachus (aka God of Justice; popping in): Hello! | Flag | ||||
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Crowd: ***CHEER!*** -- Wizard Yffi: There is a rare book on that sword that you may peruse. But know that it can kill anything it cuts in to. It is a powerful relic from beyond imagination. None, not even a lord nor king, should wield it. -- Wizard Yffi: Are you so enraptured that you do not hear me, Scribe? (In Yffi's right hand a spider drops by a thread, while another spider sits on his left hand...) -- (Yffi pulls his hands apart, revealing the fate web...) -- (...there is a tangle/spider over Chaz, and one over the Scribe, with a web connecting the two...) Scribe: Apologies, Master Yffi. I find this all very distracting! -- Wizard Yffi (grabbing his scribe by the arm): We must leave here at once. You are /*never*/ to return to Mercia. Scribe: /*What?!?*/ -- Scribe (angrily): But what of your audience? Are you *so possessive* that I cannot even /feign interest/ in a Mercian or... -- <**Poof.**> === Transcriber's note: The scribe's name is Edda. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Rana leads Symachus (formerly aka God of Justice) up the temple steps, followed behind by Dunuloa) -- (Dunuloa stops at the necklace on the ground - the necklace that she had given Kron for Queen Siphaniana - the necklace that fell off of Queen Siphaniana when she returned to the past) -- Dunuloa (having picked up the necklace): Father may be right. So much blame to go around. -- (In the time tower, a short time ago) Dunuloa (from a viewing portal): Father *he is right!* We /should/ have stepped in sooner! Now mother is dead... Kron is dead... *Why didn't you stop Farahn?!??* Uncle Tempest (aka God of Fate; aka Uncle Time): *I can't (*)sob(*)... I can't believe they're DE-HE-H-EADDD!* -- (...still a little while ago) Rana (from the viewing portal): Why didn't you save them? Googol: I am so sorry, Uncle Tempest! They were your family too! Tempest: **GWAAAWHAAAAA! WAAAAH!** -- Tempest (wiping his nose on his arm): /(*)snort!(*)/ Krohnus is right to be surprised! Farahn shouldn't have been able to kill... -- (Still a little while ago...) Krohnus (from the viewing portal; holding Chaz): It was fate itself that failed to protect your brother and mother. This sword came from the Never! -- Tempest: /What?!?/ **OH NO!** -- (Moments ago...) Krohnus (from the viewing portal): Tempest, you little spider, you let this weapon in and now my /*family is dead!*/ -- Tempest: Oh /*no!!!*/ All the breaches from beyond the /*web!!!*/ The sword snuck in on my watch... -- Tempest: And now my brother blames me for the death of his wife and son! -- Tempest (pointing to the web): Googol! Show me what happened to the web when we left the Queen here! You said she made changes? Googol: You said it didn't matter! -- (...mere seconds ago...) Tempest: It didn't when Kozoaku was free and the web was going to be destroyed but with him re-imprisoned, the fate-web lives on and something inside the web was set in motion! /I need to find out what that is before my brother arrives, because.../ Krohnus (from the viewing portal): Now I shall deal with Tempest! Tempest: ...because I don't know what he's going to do to me. === NOTE: Ref: Panel 4 Dunuloa created the necklace (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130829>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130912>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130919>) | _Panel 5 & 6_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20140328> | _Panel 8 and 10 Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20140505> | Panel 13: _the Queen made changes_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20131011>, which _Googol noticed_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20131101>. | Flag | ||||
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Fate Spider/Chronicle: This car of zombies is wondering where Riff is, since Torg was not the only one to call this location "home." | At least one of them is smarter than your average zombie. Smart Zombie: How many times must I explain this to you morons? The GPS we swiped from the vehicle of the dudes who shot up our safe house has /*this*/ location set as home. So we'll check by *every day* until we find those bastards and /*get some revenge.*/ -- One-Eyed zombie: /***MOAAAN!***/ Smart Zombie: Yo, I'm hungry *too!* In /fact,/ I'm the only one of you who had the brains to sneak out the back when they came blasting in the front, so I need to eat more than any of you to keep my brain going. Chef (zombie with "CHEF" carved into his forehead): Me smart too. Smart Zombie: Yeah, but your insights lack depth. Chef: /*Awww.*/ Zombie #4: /***GIRRRL! FOOOD!***/ Smart Zombie: I see her. OK, guys, let me do the talking. -- Smart Zombie: Hello, little lady! Oasis: Hello! Smart Zombie: We're looking for the owner of this GPS. Says here our friend's name is "Riff" and this is supposed to be his home. -- Oasis (looking anime-ecstatic): *Riff!* He's friends with *Torg!* This is supposed to be Torg's home *too!* Smart Zombie: So you know Riff? Oasis: *Yes! Of course! I'm Torg's fiancé! Riff will be the best man at our wedding!* -- Smart Zombie: Do you know where this Torg and Riff are? Oasis: No. *Do you?* Smart Zombie: No. Still, eating a blushing bride sounds like a good way to serve up revenge! Dibs on the sweet meats! Oasis: /Excuse me?/ -- (Zombie #4 pulls out an axe and some rope; One-Eyed zombie stands behind Oasis with his mouth open and arms raised; Chef puts on a chef hat; and Smart reaches for her waist; beneath Oasis's cloak, her knives are just barely visible) Smart Zombie: I'm sorry dear! I wasn't talking to you just then. Now we're about to do some terrible things to you, we'd appreciate if you kept the screaming to a minimum. Oasis: "Do unto others," I always say! === NOTE: _Zombies Steal GPS_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=090219> | _Oasis remembers Riff is Best Man_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=000519>. | Flag | ||||
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Riff: Because you alerted Aitch to the company stealing his game and then bleated about camping, /indirectly/ sending all those campers to their doom. -- Zoë (slumping over): Oh yeah. Torg: Nonsense. Aitch would have found out anyway. If you didn't talk to Aitch, Riff wouldn't have known where to go to stop it. It could have gone national. You /indirectly *saved*/ lives, Zoë. -- (A (fate?) spider hangs from the ceiling...) Zoë: /Indirectly/ or not, I just wish I knew why we always seem to be in the middle of "it," whatever "it" is. Torg: Well right now, /*"it"*/ is this board game! -- Zoë (reading a pamphlet titled "The Kettlers of Satán <image of a kettle over flames> Rules!"): I'm still fuzzy on the rules. Torg (tossing the dice): In *'Kettlers of Satán,'* you're trying to be the first to serve "high tea" in hell. Riff rolled "7" on his turn so he controls the "Hell Roaster." Now I roll for appetizer resources. -- Torg (holding up a "Cocktail WEENIE" card): What luck! I got the Cocktail Weenie card! Now I can trade resources. -- Torg: Ahem. Riff, I'd like to have my nuts roasted. What do you want to trade? Riff: I need your nuts. How about I roast the weenie you grabbed, and you give me your nuts? -- Torg (angrily): I'm going to keep my weenie *and* my nuts /*in my hand,*/ thank-you-very-much. Zoë (butting in, and holding up to melon cards): Does anyone want my melons? -- Torg (angrily): *Put those away, please.* If I was interested in your melons I would have asked you to whip them out! You can pass around your melons on /*your*/ turn. -- Zoë (annoyed): Well, /this/ game is a bust. Torg: I know it's hard waiting for something to happen, but sooner or later the waiting ends. <***RING.***> -- (The phone (land line)) <***RING.***> -- (Riff stands up, worried; Zoë is startled) <***RING.***> -- (Kiki and Bun-Bun both pause and look up from their game of "Balls to other Balls") <***RING.***> -- Torg (into the phone in shadow): Hello? --- Comic footer: SAFEHOUSE /THE END/ === NOTE: Ref: Torg was _Awaiting_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110704> | a _Phone_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/110801> | _Call_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20110826>... Social Ref: For the record,' Settlers of Catan' is a great game but because of the eventuality of trading Sheep for Wood, I believe it is a Federal law that there be at least one Sheep/Wood double entendre joke per game, most likely more. From that absolute rule came Sluggy's' Kettleres of Satán.' | Flag | ||||
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Weapons Tech Elton: The heavy DFA lacks the ingenious targeting aspect of the standard DFA's unique energy signature. Blackboard: Welcome New R.E.A. Pilots & Guides! | <arrow from R.E.A.> Robotic Exoskeleten Armor | <arrow to the speaker> Weapons Tech Elton | Dimensional Flux Agitator [D.F.A.]® | <arrow to the butt end of the weapon> My End | <arrow to the front end of the weapon> Zappy End | Energy Type: "Unobtazium" (On Weapon Tech Elton's desk sits what is obvious meant to look like an apple - except that it has legs; is it a DigBot or is it a Fate Spider attempting to disguise itself as an apple?) -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: It's like a scalpel and surgeon all in one. The DFA is 'smart enough' to carve out the entire target, but not if you miss! -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: If you shoot a man's shoe, the energy will work around an entire target and then the shoe, the man, and everything in his pockets will be fluxed into a random dimension. But if you shoot the ground just a hair under the shoe, it will not flux the man at all. And trying to find where "the floor ends" is a trickier process for the DFA -- REA Pilot and Guide Trainees (especially Chip and Mark): Huh? -- Weapons Tech Elton: *You don't need a head-shot but don't miss!* </End Flashback> -- Chip: I thought we were dead! I thought she found out about you hiding Crushestro! Mark: I didn't hide him! And "I don't know what you're talking about Chip!" -- Chip: You blasted the ground deep *under him* and then *over him!* He wasn't fluxed! He got buried, and only I was able to notice it with your system-glitches! Mark (grabbing Chip by the collar): Well then we're fine as long as he stays buried dude! As in rest in peace? *And /"We don't know what we're talking about Chip!"* -- Interpanel banner: FLASHBACK: TIME SINCE CHINESE MILITARY SATELLITE COVERAGE: +00:04:32 -- (A heavy rain falls in a deep hole caused by the DFAs) -- (A shiny hand punches out from beneath the rubble at the bottom of the hole) -- Comic Footer: THE RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT WARS - EPILOGUE OF SIGNIFICANCE - END | Flag | ||||
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Sluggy, God of Power (aka Bun-Bun): More like, /*'What*/ is he?' Us gods can choose our form. -- Sluggy: The Krig popped his height up a foot or three. Scrawny Symachus filled himself out. But, you sir, you went whole-hog. Uncle Tempest, God of Fate (aka Uncle Time): It's the /*food!*/ Sluggy: Clearly, you just ate a whole hog. -- Uncle Tempest (off panel): You don't understand! You spend your whole life eating a *poison-laced liquefied diet* and suddenly you are introduced to fresh baked *flatbread and roast camel?* There's no going back for me. -- Uncle Tempest: You could go human too, my friend! Sluggy: That ship has sailed. Besides I like being the same bunny I always was. Keepin' it real. -- Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana (mind blown): He's /not human?/ Sluggy: Tempest, here, was originally a spider. -- Uncle Tempest: So about that hug? I'm a good hugger even with only two arms! Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana (whipping off her shoe and getting ready to attack Tempest with it): I'm holding a shoe, your natural enemy, and I /*will use it!*/ | Flag | ||||
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-- Bini: So the tangle is still there, in the fate-web? Carl: Yes, Bini. Googol is studying it. -- Bini: I checked, it was another 20 years before that sarcophagus was supposed to open. You sent me the "Sarcophagus Maintenance" memo didn't you, Carl? Hacked into the system again? Carl: Things are happening. Googol needed to be in the loop. Bini: /*What*/ things? -- Carl: I was a fool to think I could walk away from the tangle, quit my job as fate spider, and wait for the spark to end. Because I've come to realize, almost too late, that more than this spark is at risk. It's the very... Googol (alarmed): /*The pillars of reality!*/ -- Googol (tearing up): *That tangle is wound so tight the Omega pillar is starting to crack! Carl: And Father Time has such indifference to mankind he's going to let them undo it /all!/ Bini: I don't understand. -- Googol: Dear sweet Sally, there have been many sparks, all ended prematurely by The Destroyer. The web collapses, and it's on to the next spark. But when the /pillars of reality fall,/ *it's all over /forever./* -- Googol: *This will not stand.* I must contact Lord Tempest. Where is his hat? Carl: I put it away. Far away. I fear Lord Tempest may be behind the tangle. -- Googol: What are you saying, Sally? Carl: *Sluggy Freelance* is /*not*/ what you thought it was about. Don't you see? -- Carl: /**The Poopypants will be undone, and the Mess will be on Our Hands!**/ -- Bini: *Ewww.* Gross Carl! Way to ruin a dramatic moment. Plus that sounds like a load of crap! Carl: *Poopypants is the destroyer's current Truename! /His Pillar will Fall and bring RUIN!!!/* Googol: And on that note I'm calling the first official meeting of /'The three fate spiders who will save reality'/ a flop. === NOTE: Ref: The _Tangle_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/050817>, The Pillars (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20130507>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20131023>), _Quit_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090113>, _Poopy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/140605> _pants_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20140606>. | Flag | ||||
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Torg (covering his mouth with his arm): She's gone. They're both gone. -- Torg: How could this happen in /less than two minutes?!?/ I was /*right there!?!*/ Bun-Bun (having been moved from the floor to the counter; coming to): *Ugh. My head. A demon.. Riff's dad too... teleport magic... -- Riff: My dad was here? Torg (shoving Riff and brandishing a fist): *Your dad. Great! <***SHOVE!***> Riff: /*Hey!?!*/ -- Aylee (anguished): Torg I'm /*so sorry!*/ I /*didn't know*/ they were in danger! Torg (tossing a capsule): Aylee? *Shut up!* -- Torg: This is the last time Zoë's going to be in danger because of Gwynn's... No, /*all of you. All of your freaking crap!*/ <***FWUMP!***> -- (Torg flies off on the inflatable bike, just as Sharon arrives...) Sharon: /What the hell/ was that? Who.. /What/ are you people? Riff: *Identify yourself!* (Riff reaches into his pocket and Aylee starts walking towards Sharon; a spider skitters across the front of Sharon's car...) -- (Another spider dangles from the top of the panel...) Sharon (holding up Syn'Thea La'Mort's "Fate-MAGIC" book): My name is Sharon Galll, and I think.. I think I'm meant to be here right now. === NOTE: Ref: "_Fate_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=69#2016-12-02> _Magic_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=70#2017-04-07>" by _Sin'Thea_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=71#2018-05-21> La'Mort_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=71#2018-12-21>. | Flag | ||||
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Teresa (over video feed; next to the book "Fate-MAGIC" "by Sin'Thea La'Morte"): Yeah, not so much. -- Sin'Thea: Might I hope your sister Monicruel escaped that fate as well? Teresa (over video feed): No, Mom. Monicruel is gone. -- Sin'Thea (now shown to look an awful lot like an old Oasis): Well I hope at /least/ you're seeking vengeance? Teresa (over video feed): Yes mom. Sin'Thea: There's a good girl. (A spider is dangling from the upper right corner of the panel) | Flag | ||||
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-- (Close up of the same eye, but distant enough that the web lines are no longer visible) -- (A little further back, so that Gwynn's bangs are now visible; she blinks) -- Gwynn (sitting up and rubbing her eyes): Book, what are you warning me of *this* time? "Breaking webs"?!? -- Torg (facing Gwynn in a stance similar to the opening of "bROKEN"): Gwynn? Are you OK? Gwynn (from a reclining position not too dissimilar to the opening of "bROKEN"): I just saw something... Felt something weird. Torg: Gwynn, how many times have I told you, messing with that book is only going to end *badly* for you! Gwynn: I just felt a premonition of something! Like forces /working against us!/ I'm not sure it's /*me*/ it's going to end badly for! Sign on the wall above Gwynn: There's no "P" in Riff's Secret Underground Lab. Let's keep it that way. -- Gwynn: And this Book and I are coming with you! Torg: To the "Zombie Fun Lab?" I don't /*think*/ so! -- (Gwynn magically removes Torg from the room; moving him past Riff) -- Torg (off panel; from the ground next to Riff): So Gwynn's coming with us. Riff: You give in to her that easily? Without a single baseball-bat-groin-injury or a fork to the head? Torg (off panel; from the ground): I, unlike you, know my limits. === NOTE: Random _Torg and Gwynn Book Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=041219>. | Flag | ||||
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Goblin: More rabbits. Ever since Thanksgiving, rabbits have been showing up to bolster our army's ranks. Creepy. -- Mr. Stiks: StIlL nO wOrD oN bUn-BuN's NeXt MoVe? Goblin: He's trying to will away his holidays now! But see, it's not that easy! You can't do it in a snap of the fingers! Witch: It's been a *month!* Still I have to agree. If he was power mad, we'd have taken Christmas by now. Snake: Maybe he'sss just waiting until Christmasss sssettles down. I know I'd hate to do the "give millionsss of presentsss in one night" gig if I could avoid it! Bookie Skeleton: Yer all making excuses instead of bets. If there's one thing I know for sure it's that there's no way of knowing what Bun-Bun's gonna do. -- Bookie Skeleton: Unless o'course his shadow would like ta place a wager? Instead o' snoopin' around? Groundhog's Shadow: Why, I'm offended! That would be insider trading! -- Snake: I think the sss-secret is the /Deux Exum Tervo/ thingy! Brainy Skeleton: The last Deus egg. It's like a /Deus Ex Machina!/ Black Dog: Isn't that a term for cases where an author uses some improbable (and often clumsy) plot device to work his or her way out of a difficult situation? Spider: YeAh, A lAmE eNd To A sToRy? -- (Snake, Brainy Skeleton, Black Dog and Spider all stare mutely at the reader) -- Brainy Skeleton: Basically, it's a drama technique taken from the times in Ancient Greece when Zeus would magically appear and set everything right. Spider: ZeUs? GrEeK gOd, RiGhT? Brainy Skeleton: He hated when the holidays would get out of balance. Got really ticked when Poseidon had an island swallowed over a holiday. -- Male Scullery Maid (narrating): Zeus foresaw a time when he'd no longer have the power to balance the holidays. So with the help of the fates he imbued three eggs with his sentient will. Each had the power to set the holidays right. Now only one remains. And now only the one who controls Christmas can employ it. -- Spider: WhO aSkEd YoU? wHo ArE yOu? Male Scullery Maid: Just a scullery maid. Way better than my last gig, yo! Monster: Hey! Wow! I just noticed the lack of screaming! Witch: Yeah, Mrs. Claus is finally asleep. -- </Dream state> Mrs. Claus: Even on *this* day, even in my /dreams/ I cannot escape your torment. Basphomy: This is the only place I can speak without his wretched shadow listening in. Bun-bun has not done as he said. He is holding on to the holiday power he has accumulated. -- Basphomy: He wants to keep Santa from using the last of the Deus Ex Ovum. He says that'll put me under the Pumpkinheaded King again. /*He shouldn't even know what the egg is!*/ Mrs. Claus: Bun-Bun might not have known it by name, but he's reason to recognize it. -- Basphomy: What are you saying? Mrs. Claus: The first one was used shortly after Zeus and his gods had fallen. Later, a young Santa had custody of the last two eggs... -- Mrs. Claus: Bun-Bun was there when the second egg was used. -- Basphomy: Impossible! How old /is/ Bun-bun? Mrs. Claus: Time doesn't always work as smoothly as one would hope. -- Basphomy: But the second egg was when my time was just beginning... I... -- Basphomy: I remember now. -- Basphomy: Your torment is at an end, for tomorrow we march on the North Pole. Mrs. Claus: Aw, this wasn't so bad. Try listening to Jingle Bells every day for the last 150 years! </End dream state> | Flag | ||||
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(Bottle labeled "Smooooth!" lying on its side, cap separated with an arrow pointing to the top of the bottle, liquid sloshing in the bottle) Pete: Here's a recap that goes down smooth! Where we last left off... === (Kusari is pointing a gun at Feng, who is standing in front of the video-phone) Recap: Schlock sent his agents into the field to locate Oasis so he could "hire" her to assassinate Riff. Many agents died. Schlock ordered Oasis' adopted step father, Feng, killed before her eyes to show Oasis they meant business. -- (Oasis's initial horrified reaction) Recap: Oasis reacted to the execution of Feng by rushing off to get married to Torg, confusing Schlock. -- Recap: It was revealed that the fate spiders had manipulated events resulting in Feng's death to move Oasis towards Torg as part of stopping the Great Tangle from causing the Fate Web to snap and break. -- Recap: Meanwhile, after exploring the Zombie Fun Lab, Riff, Torg, and Gwynn uncovered a list of names of scientists who worked on the Oasis file at Orsintos Labs many years ago and plan to investigate further. -- Recap: Most importantly, Torg is now the owner of a Zombie-Head-On-A-Stick and he loves it very much. === (Bottle with the cap on, lying on its side, and labeled "Ahhhhhhhh", with a sailboat sailing towards a deserted island inside) Caption: REFRESHING! Pete (wearing an "I <heart> ZHOAS" shirt): Now *that's* refreshing. See you all tomorrow! | Flag | ||||
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Mikey: I try to, but it always comes out "There are tiny spiders in the bedsheets!" -- Basphomy: That's all Halloween is anymore, isn't it. A *"booga-booga"* followed immediately by a "ha, just kidding?" Mikey (his face falling off): **EEEEK!** Basphomy: When I held dominion over this land the *terror was REAL!* -- Pumpkin King: That was a very long time ago, Basphomy! *NOW IT IS *I* WHO AM THE EMBODIMENT OF... *WHOOPS!** (The Pumpkin King slips on something) <**SkeeeEdooooo**> -- Pumpkin King: *GREAT! Whose face did I almost trip on?* I keep telling them to write their names on the inside of their faces! Basphomy: My fate? Servitude to the Embodiment of Whoops. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: /Funny story there.../ -- Caption: "This morning" Flashback </Flashback> (Aylee at the door of the bookstore, smoke still swirling at their feet; Torg and Riff are right behind her...) -- Riff: My dad was here? Torg (whispering): /That's *not* Aylee! Pretend I'm mad!/ -- Torg (shoving Riff and brandishing a fist): *Your dad. Great! <***SHOVE!***> Riff: /*Hey!?!*/ -- Torg: This is the last time Zoë's going to be in danger because of Gwynn's... No, /*all of you. All of your freaking crap!*/ <***FWUMP!***> -- Torg (texting as he flies off on the inflatable bike): Aylee would never put Zoë and Gwynn in danger to spite me. She has not been herself since we came back. Demons? Clones again? Dunno. I left the sword, tell her I left my phone too. She'll think I'm unreachable and no threat. Be careful, Riff. <TXT TXT TXT> -- Riff (whispering to Sharon): Sharon? Don't react. The tall woman at the door may be demon possessed and may mean to kill us. Sharon (whispering to Riff): Oh God! -- Sharon (whispering to Riff): But /this/... *must* be why the spiders sent me! Riff (whispering to Sharon; a tad perturbed): The what? *Spiders?!?* Sharon (whispering to Riff): Fate, I mean. Here she comes. -- Riff: I wish you had shown up a little earlier. Torg left his cellphone in the car. I have no way of contacting him. -- Sharon (either putting a book back into the bookshelf or removing one): I think if I came in earlier I'd be dead. In fact I think my life is still in danger. I know some things demons would not like me to share. -- Aylee (being controlled by Lacey): Don't worry, you are safe with us! -- Sharon: I fell safer already. Follow me. I was never close with the store owner, but Cynthia did show me the back room where she has more books and such. Sign on door: EMPLOYEES ONLY </Pause flashback> === NOTE: Flashback Refs: (_1_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2022-07-22>) (_2_ <https://archives.sluggy.com/book.php?chapter=73#2022-08-03>). | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Oasis! Why did the spiders lead me here, to the pet cemetery? Oasis: So you could see me bury the two baby birds I... Oasis: Found. -- Oasis (crying): /*I didn't mean it!*/ Torg: You didn't kill them. -- Oasis (crying): I didn't mean it! Torg: None of this is your fault. -- Oasis (no longer crying): I didn't mean it. Torg: But I have to stop you! -- Oasis (walking away): You can't, my love. /*Neither shall they!*/ (Torg has been stabbed in the chest) Tombstone: D'oh -- Torg (leaning on the tombstone for support): Oasis! These... gasp... These... aren't baby birds! -- Torg: It's... Tombstone: Don't Look -- (With a look of utter horror, Torg reaches into the hole for a bucket labeled "Fried Chicken" Torg: /It is.../ -- (Torg lying in bed -- out of focus) -- (Torg wakes up -- horrified) -- Zoë: Fried chicken? (Zoë's face is out of focus, the fried chicken leg that she's holding in front of her towards Torg is in focus) -- Torg (grabbing for the chicken leg): Wow. You ever have a dream that seems like a nightmare but at the last minute has a happy finale? -- Zoë: Good "Morning" to you too! Riff asked me to check in on you. You slept in late! It's noon. -- Torg: You woke me up with a bucket of fried chicken and biscuits? OK Riff's out you're in as my new best friend! Zoë: Yes, I do rock! | Flag | ||||
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</Flashback> Alt-Rammer: You've found yourself in this dimension via a device you've created. Your dimensional twin, the Riff originally from this dimension, similarly vanished from here, leaving a cache of interesting inventions behind. -- Alt-Rammer (off panel): And for some reason /His Masterness/ is *so* terrified of anyone with your DNA that the nanites tried to murder you outright instead of waiting for you to get tossed down the Judgment Chute. -- Alt-Rammer: Anything /His Masterness/ *fears* that much is something I can use, 758449. Riff: So I'm a number now? How about I stick with "Riff"? -- Alt-Rammer: It is only in this office, or with this Pendantech set to audio-jam, that you can risk saying your name or speaking candidly. But even then I would avoid it. He fears you and this world has his ear. -- Alt-Rammer: There are certain things in this city, in this world, that you can never say. Such as Sharon should never have suggested aloud that you could be from another dimension. Or maybe it was just being in the presence of an enemy-of-the-state that got her and her entire squad... /"Judged"./ | She always was a bit of a mystic. Everyone thought she was crazy, but I saw the value in the information she'd bring me. -- Alt-Rammer: But then she became obsessed with spiders, and webs and fate, and destiny. Whether it was factual or not, there wasn't a piece of information I could act on. There was nothing I could do to stop this. | The day she told me the web had broken was the day 4U city rose, and the rest of the world fell. The day this whole damn world lost its /soul./ </Pause flashback> -- Pendantech: I don't mean to interrupt, but are you documenting Rammer and the spiders to show he's crazy? Riff: No, but the way he babbled on about Sharon, you can tell he... loved her. I don't know why he 'saved me' originally. Maybe it was noble. A chance to free this city from /"His Jackasterness"./ But after Sharon got *"judged"* that's when the plan became "Me find him, he kill him." | And he might /*also*/ be crazy. He claimed that high level administrators and police officers were loyal enough to 4U City to not require meds, but Rammer's got to be "Sippin' the sauce". He believes the propaganda that /His Masterness/ "judged" the entire world outside of this city in very short order. Impossible. How many billions is that? Pendantech: Estimation: 6.875 billion. Riff: And by "Judge" I mean "Kill". Pendantech: Is there another definition? Riff: I hope. | Flag | ||||
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Sluggy, God of Power (aka Bun-Bun): Don't worry about her. Your dad's gonna rip Tempest's spinneret off when he finds out he took a mortal up to the tower. Dunuloa's synthetic goose that lays the magic eggs: HONK -- (Uncle Tempest and Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana are in a round tower-like place with ancient Mohkadun hieroglyphics lining the room (including K'Z'K's (aka Kozoaku) symbol) Uncle Tempest, God of Fate (aka Uncle Time): I thought it was the best day of my life! She was beautiful, and I had just gone all the way for the first time! But then she was like "And now I get to eat you!" And I was like, "When you said you'd make me dinner I thought..." -- (We can now see that Uncle Tempest has his hand on Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana's shoulder and that they are both standing on a disk with Uncle Tempest's symbol; the disk is rising up the tower-like corridor) Uncle Tempest: Actually I didn't finish that sentence I just took off running as fast as my eight legs would take me! -- Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana (with a forced smile): Wow, that's not too much information or creepy at all! But I'd rather talk about the future, not the past! Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana (thinking): Keep it together, Gwynn! Uncle Tempest: Sorry haven't thought about my spider-days in a long time. -- (They are now on the "TOP FLOOR", as the disk becomes part of the floor; there is a pyramid shaped doorway leading to stairs; on one side of the door is the "Gods above Man" or "Time" symbol; on the other side is Tempest's symbol; above the doorway is the symbol of the "Spark") Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana: So you live in a tower at the top of this... pyramid of the Gods? Uncle Tempest (pointing to the doorway): That's how your mind will perceive it. It's actually in a very different place! I hope you like it! I don't get to share the fate-web with many people. My brother frowns upon it. It's that way! -- Gwynn/Queen Siphaniana (lingering nervously at the bottom of the stairs; thinking): The Time Father sounds tough to deal with but this guy might be able to send me home with a snap of his fingers! Uncle Tempest (at the top of the stairs, and "outside"): Follow me! -- (Outside they are on some sort of synthetic ground, with the Tower of Time in the background; the waves of the Oceans Unmoving lapping up against it in an acute angle; Gwynn/Siphaniana is now glowing with "time") Uncle Tempest: You should hurry. === NOTE: Ref: _Perhaps this?_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20050127> Also Head's-UP: New Comics Mondays Wednesdays and Fridays for this month and possibly the first half of next, and then back to weekday comics! | Flag |
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