So it’s a smokey manifestation of the Lemmo that once lived there? Does that mean there’s tons of other Smoke-Beings, like a Smoke-Sox-Fox, & a Smoke Lemmo?
I’m disinclined to think it’s a Lemmo-alike.
As to lung cancer, I wonder if WeeGoblin meant Lemmo and Aric. I suppose you could always remove the tumor with the shovel beam…
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
Great! You people ticked off the creators of this comic. And now, just like they said, they refused to draw the town. You shall be forced to drink a gallon of foot juice for your folly!
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April 20th, 2009 at 1:24 am
So this chap looks to be formed out of the smoke that surrounds the beam, so lung cancer worries ahead?
April 20th, 2009 at 6:02 am
Being formed of the wispy smoke, I don’t think the lad it really concerned about getting lung cancer from the wispy smoke.
April 20th, 2009 at 8:32 am
So it’s a smokey manifestation of the Lemmo that once lived there? Does that mean there’s tons of other Smoke-Beings, like a Smoke-Sox-Fox, & a Smoke Lemmo?
April 20th, 2009 at 9:50 am
I’m disinclined to think it’s a Lemmo-alike.
As to lung cancer, I wonder if WeeGoblin meant Lemmo and Aric. I suppose you could always remove the tumor with the shovel beam…
April 20th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
To BE, or NOT to BE? THAT is the question!
April 21st, 2009 at 8:09 am
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
April 21st, 2009 at 4:35 pm
and to that I say. . . “Villan, I have done thy mother!”
April 21st, 2009 at 4:35 pm
real quote
April 22nd, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Titus Andronicus, apparently. Nice.
April 24th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
yes quite, thank you.
May 8th, 2009 at 6:46 pm
0_o
June 17th, 2009 at 11:02 am
Have posted certain Misty-related inferences into the life and particulars of Unsettlers/Adumbrates on the wiki.
January 9th, 2011 at 12:49 pm
Great! You people ticked off the creators of this comic. And now, just like they said, they refused to draw the town. You shall be forced to drink a gallon of foot juice for your folly!