Or… Pull out the arrow and jump tomorrow (she’s immortal, remember), and beaten down/riddled with arrows and left there (she’s already with the girls) on Friday.
Correct. Even a disease can do them in, so they still need a lot of luck to actually live for thousands of years. Nudge, OTOH, was both immortal and regenerative. Better if you really want to live forever, but giving you no exit should you become bored with it all. Though I wonder what lots of dynamite would do. Would the vaporized bits come back together? Better yet a thermonuclear blast to really vaporize you as well as dry up the vapor.
No it is not a taser. It makes no sense for it to be such and also you can see the arrow stick out of her knee from both sides in the last panel. The “wires” are just illustrations of the bolts speed.
Btw you DO know that taser used by police pierce the skin right?
Nah. What kills you is too much current through the hear muscle.
Thirty milliamps or so is enough, under the right (or wrong, depending on your point of view) conditions.
However, a taser or such device can’t generate that much current. What takes you down is the muscle spasms it causes.
Basic rule – volts hurt you. Amps harm you.
I’ve been nailed off a 13,000 x-ray tube anode supply. Hurt like all hell. But the supply was limited to 3mA, so it couldn’t actually do me any real damage.
You could be right, sort of. How hard would it be to hit a rapidly moving target like her leg, and directly in the kneecap? With a crossbow no less. The wavy line trailing the thing puts me in mind of a guided missle zeroing in on it’s target. So the guy thinks “right knee” pulls the trigger, and off goes the magic arrow.
It’d be kind of hard to fire a a full sized crossbow (as this appears to have been) one handed with any degree of accuracy. It may be a guard was firing wildly in a panic and just accidentally hit the knee. It’d be a fluke; but history is rife with flukes.
Oh, that’s not a full sized crossbow…a full sized crossbow usually can’t be cocked without the help of a ‘goat’s foot’ lever. That is a pistol sized bow.
Yeah, I’ve got a pistol crossbow about that size. Convenient and easy to fire one-handed. Not much range, but you wouldn’t want to carry a full sized crossbow around in catacombs anyway.
Perhaps, but it may be the starting of the CM may have done more to those in attendance than simply make them immortal. Or Jin and her mom always were more than they seemed.
I cannot even begin to comprehend the girls suffering at that point. not to help someone who their tormentors were scared of. they must have been frozen in fear thinking it was somesort of trap or something.
and the fact they all ‘survived’ this…
sure they were turned into an unstoppable monster and had to be seperated as their pain made them want to blow the world up but when they had the choice to think beyond the pain..they chose to be good.
this storyline is bringing out way more respect for the golem girls from me (even if i haven’t a clue why its being told now)
I’m hoping for more history on Brandi. We know a lot about Jin, and a fair bit about Bud.
Brandi, who I thought was the fighter of the bunch, is more and more being shown in a different light.
I think my opinion actually comes from the wallpaper of Warrrior Brandi more so than the story line.
According to Maya, Lanthas was a matriarchy at one point: http://wapsisquare.com/comic/messed-up/
It could be there were many female warriors prior to the “religious uprising that flipped the world over.” Brandi may have been a last vestige of that era and was chosen for this because of her warrior abilities and fighting mentality. That would explain the guilt see feels now about not rising to Jin’s defense. Now … why was Bud chosen?
I seem to recall that they were hamstrung when they were tossed in the pit. That, as much as kneecapping, would tend to … discourage … much movement.
Also “warrior” or not, she’s seventeen or so, she’s been systematically brutalised and tortured, specifically to break her will. This has happened so fast that she still hasn’t had time to really get moving.
“And still I did nothing… I let the angel fall,” is an after-action report from a less-than-impartial observer.
People will beat themselves up for not preventing things n one could prevent, or for not saving people no-one could have saved.
The cop trying to talk the would-be suicide off the ledge, for instance. who blames himself for not doing more when the guy actually jumps.
“Survivor Guilt” is a very powerful emotion.
That seems to be in play here too. “I should have been able to do something” is what many survivors and witnesses of brutality keep slamming themselves with. It often takes years of therapy to re-align their emotions and self-hatred.
In Brandi’s case, this self-hatred could have led to her “motherly” ways. Something to redeem herself.
When at their private island, Brandi already clearly stated that she freezes when faced with unforeseen situations.(not good for a warrior) Situations like this.
It almost certainly led to her using her intellect in devising a way to “fix” the calendar-machine that was at the heart of all suffering.
I once listened to the account of a Vietnamese man recalling a napalm bombing carried out against his village. He was one of seven survivors.
He had seen the jet coming at him. There had been several flyovers by helicopters just before, bullets raining down everwhere, people running for cover, and he’s crouched down beside a low wall, panicked. It gets quiet, he stands up, he hears the distant roar of the jet engines screaming at him. He turns and watches the distant metal dart high in the sky hurtle toward him, watches the bombs drop, and standing there time slows to a stop.
They burst in the air. No flash, no blinding light. Just a blanket of fire hundreds of feet wide, falling like water poured from a bucket. It catches and twirls in the wind, ripples and forms a few small pockets of empty space. One of these lands on him. The fire lands on everything else. There is no air, no sound. People are swallowed whole. The heat is blistering. In that moment there is just flame rolling gently over the ground like fog. Then the shockwave of expanding atmosphere, the bloodwails of the dying, the blackness of smoke, the stench of naphtha, and the crackling and popping of rapid incineration.
He stood there for a moment, then threw himself through the fire. Somehow he got clear. He leapt into a rice paddie to try to smother the flames consuming his clothing and his hair, rolled in mud to soak the oils off of his scorching skin. And then simply ran, leaving his family and the rest of the village to burn alive.
Somewhere in this world, I am convinced the hatred and suffering of humanity is building to monstrous heights. Golems or no, it will awaken someday. Arguably, it already has.
Angels and demons – they’re projections of our binary nature, stripped of complicating vestiges. We can do the most enlightened, generous acts – charity can abound, gentleness and care spread like ripples on a pond. And then we can turn around and bomb and maim and burn and murder. We are more than the sum of our parts; we can do good and even in that, there will be the hint of rot on the edge of detection. We worship the gods we deserve – what kinds of gods are playing with our world today, as they played with the world of Lanthas?
Atrocities have been going on a long, long time; they are nothing new. Crammed into one of my overstuffed bookshelves is an awful book Century of Genocide which documents a small piece of man’s inhumanity to man. As bad as it seems, I am convinced for every Adolf Hitler there exists a Paul Rusesabagina. For every deranged lunatic willing to kill for some ’cause’ there is a human who jumps into freezing water to rescue complete strangers at the cost of their own life. For every Grendel there is a Beowulf. Yin and Yang. Light and Dark. Positive and Negative. There is Balance.
I am enjoying this chapter because we are getting a glimpse of Brandi’s POV, Yea!!
Hu… when did she take a bath?
In the last panel yesterday she was soaked with blood and … uhm … playing with internal parts of an unlucky guard.
And now she’s fresh as a daisy? (did she poit the blood away?)
BTW: ouchie
Yep, that thought often occurs to me as well. Helps to put things in perspective too. When you think things are bad for you, just remember, your home and entire family weren’t just washed out to sea by a tsunami.
Nonetheless, it’s awful to think of the massive sufferring that goes on now and gone on in the past. Especially to children. I think seeing someone torturing and/or mutilating and murdering a child is the one thing which would send me into an instant homicidal rage.
You and me both…and when you think about it, by today’s standards, Brandi & Bud were still children…just on the cusp of becoming adults…when this was done to them. I think I might have joined in the evisceration party with Jin…
Well, by today’s “standards” people still roam around in their 20’s partying and acting like children in adult bodies. Fact is, in older times it was understood that late teen (and some mid teen) you had the mental ability to deal with adult situations. Not that the ‘kids’ today lack the capacity, it’s simply not expected of them so they fail to oblige. By 18-20 people used to be married with usually at least one child or one on the way. That takes responsibility to accomplish successfully.
For the time, however, they were bordering on old maids when you didn’t usually live past 40. You had to start at 12 or 13. Which is why so many adulthood rituals started about that age. For my part, I’m talking about little children. Cute little ones who can’t even understand why anyone would hurt them so. Some monster putting out cigaretts on them or stick their little hand in boiling water or drownding them in the bath. Even when it doesn’t hurt it’s really bad. I can’t even imagine how the kids being fed the poison coolaid at Jim Jones compound felt. A child’s worst nightmare is that everyone around them is trying to kill them, even their own parents.
Ok, enough of that. Must calm down and go look at pictures of warm spring days at the beach. Flowers blooming on lush greern hills. Puppies playing with small children. Liberal politicians being dangled over aligator pits.
The swirly bits are just an illustration of the arrow rotating to keep a straight trajectory. I own a Barnett, and the fins on the arrows I use are ever so slightly offset, so the arrow starts to spin when let loose.
Hmm…when stated on its own like that, it’s easier to think about what underlying meaning such a statement has given what we know of Jin and her “issues”.
Naw, the plot has always been that they were very advanced. I’m kinda surprised not to see a flintlock pistol being used actually. I guess Paul didn’t want to push it.
Well I never been to Lanthis
But I kinda like their Golem
Say the ladies are made of clay there
And they sure know how to use it
Never gonna loose it
Priest gonna abuse it
I can’t refuse it
Well I never been to México
But I kinda like the Tenochca
Well, I headed for Teotihuacan
Only made it out to Tenoctitlan
Can you feel it
It must be real it
Fell so good
Oh, if feels so good
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Minnesota
Well they tell me that it snows there
For about half the year
In Minnesota, not Arizona
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
I have witnessed survivor guilt from fairly nearby. An elderly neighbor -an utterly sweet man- had been enlisted as a radio-operator and artillery-spotter in Indonesia in the “police actions” 1946 to 48(eufemism for “last a-moral try of reckless politicians to re-enstate colonialism”)
He had been witness to a platoon of young dutch soldiers going bezerk in the wadi’s, killing everything that moved. He was frozen in his place while looking at it, and was only capable of radio-ing in what happened hours afterwards. He did not come out of that one the same. He repeatedly tried to kill himself because he felt that would redeem his inaction.
Yes ,even a country as tiny as The Netherlands has a dark “vietnam-like” bit of history.
In Your case: I believe, when the time is right, You’ll go to the black wall. And it will help, although it will not be painless.
My neighbour went to Indonesia a couple of years before he passed away at 91.(he was quite the fit veteran). He met some of the survivors. They did not blame him. They simply stated :”In war people go crazy, it’s just human nature to go crazy in war” After that, he had found the ease of mind he sought, his wife stated such, and we didn’t hear him scream at night anymore.
I, personally, wish politicians would be sent-out first with a kit, an M-16, 6 magazines, and a flag when they want “their war”. It might prevent them from ever again sending young men@women into dirty wars with a colonial/imperialistic smell.
And one more thing. The article says the figurine “was believed to be a unique work dating from around 550 to 950 A.D.” and the year 550AD was about 1450 years ago. Now, where have we heard that number before?
Well, we know that gunpowder was invented and lost again at least 5 times in Europe during the Dark Ages. How many times was the crossbow invented and lost?
I dunno, but Brandi’s symptoms kinda make me think of some of the reactions you can get from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). The numbness and inability to respond to the injury of her “angel”. And it would also cover her extreme motherly rebound reaction to the abuse and unimaginable pain they endured.
The GGG’s are survivors and are trying to achieve some kinda “normality” in their new states of existance. This re-telling of her trauma may help Brandi and bring her back to “herself”, if my reasoning seems to make sense. I’m a survivor myself and know how much it takes to talk about things and how much it can help. You will go thru hell again getting it out and you can tear yourself back apart, but in the long run it can put you back together and leave you stronger. It’s the knowledge that you DID make it thru somehow and that you ARE strong enuf to make it thru the rest of your life, come hell or high water AND that there is an awful lot of good things to be living for.
wow. never thought of it that way. though i’d hate to imagine what would happen if they tore the seams anymore than what they have….even if it was to replace them with stronger ones.
I am catching up on the archives, and as soon as I saw that image, that is what I instantly thought of. Scrolling down, at first I couldn’t believe noone had said it, then I remembered … this was originally posted several months before Skyrim came out.
Was thinking to myself, “dear GAWD, for the love of humanity, don’t let me do it … but if noone else posted it, I will *have* to, I won’t be able to resist …”
And Mike got there first! Thank you, for saving me from myself. 😀 All I needed to resist the urge was the knowledge that I would be a copycat if I did it, even if I did think of it before I saw the posts, heh.
I cringed when I saw that arrow hit home. Please! Aim for the heart!! I’d rather not spend the week sobbing in agony like the sissy that I am.
I believe Paul Taylor did aim for the heart. I’m cringing too.
Oh my, so this is when they decided to throw Jin in with the girls?
I would expect a bit of villainous exposition, and some heartfelt ‘Mwa-ha-ha-ha’s. But after that, yeah.
Well, we do have two more strips this week – monolog tomorrow, yo-heave-ho Friday.
Or… Pull out the arrow and jump tomorrow (she’s immortal, remember), and beaten down/riddled with arrows and left there (she’s already with the girls) on Friday.
Those immortals can live forever, but also can be killed. They just don’t age, and stuff, I think.
Correct. Even a disease can do them in, so they still need a lot of luck to actually live for thousands of years. Nudge, OTOH, was both immortal and regenerative. Better if you really want to live forever, but giving you no exit should you become bored with it all. Though I wonder what lots of dynamite would do. Would the vaporized bits come back together? Better yet a thermonuclear blast to really vaporize you as well as dry up the vapor.
Look closely at the third panel. It was a taser arrow. I knew there had to be a dirty trick to taking her down.
No, that is just the blood splatter.
But it went right through the knee joint. She has been ‘knee capped’. Very bad.
Nono, I see the very thin “wires” leading off the head of the crossbow and shaft of the arrow, too.
Um, don’t most people DIE if the electrical current gets into your bloodstream?
No it is not a taser. It makes no sense for it to be such and also you can see the arrow stick out of her knee from both sides in the last panel. The “wires” are just illustrations of the bolts speed.
Btw you DO know that taser used by police pierce the skin right?
‘Course they do, little darts that stick through the clothes and into your skin. The wires that trail are to complete the circuit. ZAP!
Nah. What kills you is too much current through the hear muscle.
Thirty milliamps or so is enough, under the right (or wrong, depending on your point of view) conditions.
However, a taser or such device can’t generate that much current. What takes you down is the muscle spasms it causes.
Basic rule – volts hurt you. Amps harm you.
I’ve been nailed off a 13,000 x-ray tube anode supply. Hurt like all hell. But the supply was limited to 3mA, so it couldn’t actually do me any real damage.
Ack. “Heart” muscle.
I think that kind of voltage through the inner ear could be fatal…
You could be right, sort of. How hard would it be to hit a rapidly moving target like her leg, and directly in the kneecap? With a crossbow no less. The wavy line trailing the thing puts me in mind of a guided missle zeroing in on it’s target. So the guy thinks “right knee” pulls the trigger, and off goes the magic arrow.
ooh thats a good idea
i had assumed it was a normal arrow from a normal bow but they do do magic after all dont they. surely they would use that for defence/attack.
See I’d have put a D-pad on back of the upper portion of the ‘gun’. But I have a tendency to think in technology, not magic…
It’d be kind of hard to fire a a full sized crossbow (as this appears to have been) one handed with any degree of accuracy. It may be a guard was firing wildly in a panic and just accidentally hit the knee. It’d be a fluke; but history is rife with flukes.
Oh, that’s not a full sized crossbow…a full sized crossbow usually can’t be cocked without the help of a ‘goat’s foot’ lever. That is a pistol sized bow.
A light crossbow has less pull, and doesn’t need a “goat’s foot”, but it does have a stock, so you’re right, that is a large hand-crossbow.
Yeah, I’ve got a pistol crossbow about that size. Convenient and easy to fire one-handed. Not much range, but you wouldn’t want to carry a full sized crossbow around in catacombs anyway.
how the heck do so many people who read this comic know so much about projectile weaponry?
Easy, Paula: (1) Role-playing games, or Society for Creative Anacronisms. (2) When all else fails, make it up.
Obviously not clay at this point.
…But weirdly, slitted eyes and fangs…?
What Brandi “saw” perhaps?
Perhaps, but it may be the starting of the CM may have done more to those in attendance than simply make them immortal. Or Jin and her mom always were more than they seemed.
It certainly did interesting things to Kulkukan’s sense of fashion.
Wonder if he was instrumental in the beginnings of the costuming associated with Mardi Gras.
I think that would be more in Tepoz’s realm. More alcohol related than any divine inspiration.
That was actually a joint project between the two. 🙂
hehe she said “joint” hehe hehe
lol doofus
As was pointed out yesterday, Mayahuel had slitted eyes when she manually vivisected that guard.
its the anger thing i think
most comics i read have the characters as being angry with fangs etc
Wow
I cannot even begin to comprehend the girls suffering at that point. not to help someone who their tormentors were scared of. they must have been frozen in fear thinking it was somesort of trap or something.
and the fact they all ‘survived’ this…
sure they were turned into an unstoppable monster and had to be seperated as their pain made them want to blow the world up but when they had the choice to think beyond the pain..they chose to be good.
this storyline is bringing out way more respect for the golem girls from me (even if i haven’t a clue why its being told now)
I’m hoping for more history on Brandi. We know a lot about Jin, and a fair bit about Bud.
Brandi, who I thought was the fighter of the bunch, is more and more being shown in a different light.
I think my opinion actually comes from the wallpaper of Warrrior Brandi more so than the story line.
That’s a good point.
According to Maya, Lanthas was a matriarchy at one point:
http://wapsisquare.com/comic/messed-up/
It could be there were many female warriors prior to the “religious uprising that flipped the world over.” Brandi may have been a last vestige of that era and was chosen for this because of her warrior abilities and fighting mentality. That would explain the guilt see feels now about not rising to Jin’s defense. Now … why was Bud chosen?
Hadn’t thought of Brandi that way, I like it, though.
As for Bud –
‘Cuz she’s got great legs?
I seem to recall that they were hamstrung when they were tossed in the pit. That, as much as kneecapping, would tend to … discourage … much movement.
Also “warrior” or not, she’s seventeen or so, she’s been systematically brutalised and tortured, specifically to break her will. This has happened so fast that she still hasn’t had time to really get moving.
“And still I did nothing… I let the angel fall,” is an after-action report from a less-than-impartial observer.
People will beat themselves up for not preventing things n one could prevent, or for not saving people no-one could have saved.
The cop trying to talk the would-be suicide off the ledge, for instance. who blames himself for not doing more when the guy actually jumps.
“Survivor Guilt” is a very powerful emotion.
That seems to be in play here too. “I should have been able to do something” is what many survivors and witnesses of brutality keep slamming themselves with. It often takes years of therapy to re-align their emotions and self-hatred.
In Brandi’s case, this self-hatred could have led to her “motherly” ways. Something to redeem herself.
When at their private island, Brandi already clearly stated that she freezes when faced with unforeseen situations.(not good for a warrior) Situations like this.
It almost certainly led to her using her intellect in devising a way to “fix” the calendar-machine that was at the heart of all suffering.
Survivor guilt, indeed. I spent my year in Viet Nam in a safe land billet.
But from time to time (less latterly than formerly), i do, indeed, feel something closely akin to it.
Several times, when i was in Washington DC, i told myself that this time i was going to visit the Black Wall.
I never have.
Visiting the North Carolina Viet Nam Memorial was bad enough.
Remember, Bud and Brandi had had their Achilles tendon cut prior to being tossed in the pit. They couldn’t walk.
Thought so.
I once listened to the account of a Vietnamese man recalling a napalm bombing carried out against his village. He was one of seven survivors.
He had seen the jet coming at him. There had been several flyovers by helicopters just before, bullets raining down everwhere, people running for cover, and he’s crouched down beside a low wall, panicked. It gets quiet, he stands up, he hears the distant roar of the jet engines screaming at him. He turns and watches the distant metal dart high in the sky hurtle toward him, watches the bombs drop, and standing there time slows to a stop.
They burst in the air. No flash, no blinding light. Just a blanket of fire hundreds of feet wide, falling like water poured from a bucket. It catches and twirls in the wind, ripples and forms a few small pockets of empty space. One of these lands on him. The fire lands on everything else. There is no air, no sound. People are swallowed whole. The heat is blistering. In that moment there is just flame rolling gently over the ground like fog. Then the shockwave of expanding atmosphere, the bloodwails of the dying, the blackness of smoke, the stench of naphtha, and the crackling and popping of rapid incineration.
He stood there for a moment, then threw himself through the fire. Somehow he got clear. He leapt into a rice paddie to try to smother the flames consuming his clothing and his hair, rolled in mud to soak the oils off of his scorching skin. And then simply ran, leaving his family and the rest of the village to burn alive.
Somewhere in this world, I am convinced the hatred and suffering of humanity is building to monstrous heights. Golems or no, it will awaken someday. Arguably, it already has.
~D.
…
the worst and the best thing about humanity is the human race..
Angels and demons – they’re projections of our binary nature, stripped of complicating vestiges. We can do the most enlightened, generous acts – charity can abound, gentleness and care spread like ripples on a pond. And then we can turn around and bomb and maim and burn and murder. We are more than the sum of our parts; we can do good and even in that, there will be the hint of rot on the edge of detection. We worship the gods we deserve – what kinds of gods are playing with our world today, as they played with the world of Lanthas?
Atrocities have been going on a long, long time; they are nothing new. Crammed into one of my overstuffed bookshelves is an awful book Century of Genocide which documents a small piece of man’s inhumanity to man. As bad as it seems, I am convinced for every Adolf Hitler there exists a Paul Rusesabagina. For every deranged lunatic willing to kill for some ’cause’ there is a human who jumps into freezing water to rescue complete strangers at the cost of their own life. For every Grendel there is a Beowulf. Yin and Yang. Light and Dark. Positive and Negative. There is Balance.
I am enjoying this chapter because we are getting a glimpse of Brandi’s POV, Yea!!
Hu… when did she take a bath?
In the last panel yesterday she was soaked with blood and … uhm … playing with internal parts of an unlucky guard.
And now she’s fresh as a daisy? (did she poit the blood away?)
BTW: ouchie
I think the dead one is a priest and the others his guards.
This is the way Brandi is remembering it.
Ouch, ouch, ouch.
This is very dark, and yet darker things happen in the world on a daily basis. It is a spellbinding tale.
Yep, that thought often occurs to me as well. Helps to put things in perspective too. When you think things are bad for you, just remember, your home and entire family weren’t just washed out to sea by a tsunami.
Nonetheless, it’s awful to think of the massive sufferring that goes on now and gone on in the past. Especially to children. I think seeing someone torturing and/or mutilating and murdering a child is the one thing which would send me into an instant homicidal rage.
You and me both…and when you think about it, by today’s standards, Brandi & Bud were still children…just on the cusp of becoming adults…when this was done to them. I think I might have joined in the evisceration party with Jin…
Well, by today’s “standards” people still roam around in their 20’s partying and acting like children in adult bodies. Fact is, in older times it was understood that late teen (and some mid teen) you had the mental ability to deal with adult situations. Not that the ‘kids’ today lack the capacity, it’s simply not expected of them so they fail to oblige. By 18-20 people used to be married with usually at least one child or one on the way. That takes responsibility to accomplish successfully.
For the time, however, they were bordering on old maids when you didn’t usually live past 40. You had to start at 12 or 13. Which is why so many adulthood rituals started about that age. For my part, I’m talking about little children. Cute little ones who can’t even understand why anyone would hurt them so. Some monster putting out cigaretts on them or stick their little hand in boiling water or drownding them in the bath. Even when it doesn’t hurt it’s really bad. I can’t even imagine how the kids being fed the poison coolaid at Jim Jones compound felt. A child’s worst nightmare is that everyone around them is trying to kill them, even their own parents.
Ok, enough of that. Must calm down and go look at pictures of warm spring days at the beach. Flowers blooming on lush greern hills. Puppies playing with small children. Liberal politicians being dangled over aligator pits.
I’ll hang conservative politicians next to them. Bring beer.
Lanthis was highly advanced for its time, so i’m not sure that that applies.
Tha age thing, that is.
Ouch!
*shudders* Ouch is not a strong enough word.
Ugh! Nasty!
The swirly bits are just an illustration of the arrow rotating to keep a straight trajectory. I own a Barnett, and the fins on the arrows I use are ever so slightly offset, so the arrow starts to spin when let loose.
Oh darn! You would put a non-magical “spin” on the meaning of the wavy trailing line.
*Folding arms, sitting in a huff and pouting*
hmm
when gunpowder was first invented/used it was classed as magical by those who used and saw it.
its still magical even if its got it through a design 😀
*pats head* Don’ worry kiddo, You may think of it as magic. The end-result is the same..”kneecapping the ancient-way”
Really? *looks up from sucking thumb* Wowzers that’s great, thanks!
😆
(raised eyebrow) “Let the Angel fall”?
Hmm…when stated on its own like that, it’s easier to think about what underlying meaning such a statement has given what we know of Jin and her “issues”.
Crossbows in Atlantis at 10000 BC?
…
Either they’re very advanced, or the plot tooth fairy came to pay them a visit…
Naw, the plot has always been that they were very advanced. I’m kinda surprised not to see a flintlock pistol being used actually. I guess Paul didn’t want to push it.
I never ‘bin to Atlantis, so I wouldn’t be able to say with certainty a crossbow (an lever-cocking one to boot) is not a possibility.
Blame this on Jay-Em –
Well I never been to Lanthis
But I kinda like their Golem
Say the ladies are made of clay there
And they sure know how to use it
Never gonna loose it
Priest gonna abuse it
I can’t refuse it
Well I never been to México
But I kinda like the Tenochca
Well, I headed for Teotihuacan
Only made it out to Tenoctitlan
Can you feel it
It must be real it
Fell so good
Oh, if feels so good
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Minnesota
Well they tell me that it snows there
For about half the year
In Minnesota, not Arizona
What does it matter?
What does it matter?
*cringe*
What evil have I let loose? What abomination laid in my path, wrought by my unthinking *theatrical gestures*
After that ^ maybe you should have the Pagliacci avatar…
i luv the little dog-in-car avatar compared to the quite scarey clown avatar 😀
It’s hard to tell in the avatar, but it’s photochopped to be Dietzel in the car…
I thought it was Snoopy.
@Fairportfan.
I have witnessed survivor guilt from fairly nearby. An elderly neighbor -an utterly sweet man- had been enlisted as a radio-operator and artillery-spotter in Indonesia in the “police actions” 1946 to 48(eufemism for “last a-moral try of reckless politicians to re-enstate colonialism”)
He had been witness to a platoon of young dutch soldiers going bezerk in the wadi’s, killing everything that moved. He was frozen in his place while looking at it, and was only capable of radio-ing in what happened hours afterwards. He did not come out of that one the same. He repeatedly tried to kill himself because he felt that would redeem his inaction.
Yes ,even a country as tiny as The Netherlands has a dark “vietnam-like” bit of history.
In Your case: I believe, when the time is right, You’ll go to the black wall. And it will help, although it will not be painless.
My neighbour went to Indonesia a couple of years before he passed away at 91.(he was quite the fit veteran). He met some of the survivors. They did not blame him. They simply stated :”In war people go crazy, it’s just human nature to go crazy in war” After that, he had found the ease of mind he sought, his wife stated such, and we didn’t hear him scream at night anymore.
I, personally, wish politicians would be sent-out first with a kit, an M-16, 6 magazines, and a flag when they want “their war”. It might prevent them from ever again sending young men@women into dirty wars with a colonial/imperialistic smell.
ugh *young men&women*
He sort of looks like Tepoz…
And apparently he’s about as authentic.
Nice catch! Tepoz implied that he might not be the only golem prototype, too…
And one more thing. The article says the figurine “was believed to be a unique work dating from around 550 to 950 A.D.” and the year 550AD was about 1450 years ago. Now, where have we heard that number before?
A 15th Century Weapon in that Past … Hmm
Those guys must have been ahead of their times.
Well, we know that gunpowder was invented and lost again at least 5 times in Europe during the Dark Ages. How many times was the crossbow invented and lost?
Without a good lanyard, I loose mine all the time…
By some reports, the Romans almost had Aluminum, except that the Emperor feared for his sliver supply and had the man killed.
I dunno, but Brandi’s symptoms kinda make me think of some of the reactions you can get from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). The numbness and inability to respond to the injury of her “angel”. And it would also cover her extreme motherly rebound reaction to the abuse and unimaginable pain they endured.
The GGG’s are survivors and are trying to achieve some kinda “normality” in their new states of existance. This re-telling of her trauma may help Brandi and bring her back to “herself”, if my reasoning seems to make sense. I’m a survivor myself and know how much it takes to talk about things and how much it can help. You will go thru hell again getting it out and you can tear yourself back apart, but in the long run it can put you back together and leave you stronger. It’s the knowledge that you DID make it thru somehow and that you ARE strong enuf to make it thru the rest of your life, come hell or high water AND that there is an awful lot of good things to be living for.
wow. never thought of it that way. though i’d hate to imagine what would happen if they tore the seams anymore than what they have….even if it was to replace them with stronger ones.
OK I have to say it: I used to be an avatar of vengance till I took an arrow to the knee.
Yo dawg, I herd you liek skyrim so I shot a arrow thru yo knee
I am catching up on the archives, and as soon as I saw that image, that is what I instantly thought of. Scrolling down, at first I couldn’t believe noone had said it, then I remembered … this was originally posted several months before Skyrim came out.
Was thinking to myself, “dear GAWD, for the love of humanity, don’t let me do it … but if noone else posted it, I will *have* to, I won’t be able to resist …”
And Mike got there first! Thank you, for saving me from myself. 😀 All I needed to resist the urge was the knowledge that I would be a copycat if I did it, even if I did think of it before I saw the posts, heh.
*insert arrow to knee joke here*
“i used to be an adventurer like jin but then i took an arrow to the knee”
Ohhh, ouch. Ow, ow, ow, that hurts just to look at. Damn.