You offer the commando a hat.
He eyes the headwear covetously.
You guess, you can't really get any facial cues through that mask.
He responds well though, finding a hat that's caught his fancy.
"It couldn't hurt to take just one hat.
It is my last mission after all"
Err- Uh - ah...
it sure couldn't.
Alert - a Brief HiatusFor scholastic reasons I am to produce a 100 page comic book.
This assignment is due for completion in two weeks.
While I'm sure I can do it, the project will consume most (read: almost all) of my Space voyaging
time until its completion. The maximum length of this hiatus is 2 weeks, though I can't foresee completing it
before next Monday.
Just want to give you the heads up that I haven't died or given up at the round and coherent number of 1187.
Just pretend I'm working on color illustrations of epic adventures involving lesser dwarf fortress races.
The Goblins of Basnungnusnos exit the perilous forest
many have perished senselessly on this mission.
They know they're close though, across the countryside
their pointy goblin noses can detect the pungent odor of
volcanism and alcohol blowing across the continenet.
Soon they will spill Dwarven blood.
Across the dry cliffs a small human settlement lies
peacefully in a clearing amongst the conifers.
A strategic raid could replenish the goblins' supplies for
the oncoming seige against the stronghold.
The humans have the advantage here.
The goblins will need to be crafty in their assault.
"By Emxa âs the Moist Fountain of Slime! Stuzang!
That's our last fucking cave bear!
This wasn't funny the last five times!
Seriously! Fucking Stop!"
The goblins of Basnungnusnos rub their faces
with the palms of their hands as Stuzang charges
their last bear blindly toward the town while
all the time singing loudly.
I can't tell if this is parody or fanart.
I can tell it's horrible.
happy trails.