Note: Zeentury has a webcomic. Well, actually has a few more, but we care about is now one, specifically, Gods and Other Nonsense going on ... mmm ... Well, about gods (at least one) and various nonsense (many, many). But mostly humor far more absurd and puerile, that it will do well, it makes you fall off the chair with a bad stomach ache so much laugh ... And Zeentury does well.
Well, Zeentury has a webcomic ... And besides, given time to read others, including republishing (with extras) that the Other version - Dungeons and Dragons in Subculture been doing for more than a year. Come on, if even time locate not too obscure references that were hidden in the chapter 07, becoming entitled to a prize consisting of a picture of what he asked and a story whose subject out of his husky chest we gave. .. I committing further to give the physical originals of your drawing (which will newly have money, I promise) ... Moreover, given that he already has the digital and part of the prize was to publish both over here, then going story and picture about Gods and Other Nonsense ...
The row of desks extends to infinity in any direction that the light covers, all exactly alike, occupied ottoman by exactly the same things. They may look human and it could be that some speak other men and women speak, but this is a matter of mere perception, if a conscious cephalopod would direct its photosensitive membranes infinite asexual cephalopods exactly equal.
But say you look human and they wear all the same gray suit, the same white dress shirt and gray tie it, those who seem to carry all the same men gray pants and the same gray women demure skirts a little below what that humans would like your knees. All comb her hair with the same brown hair and comb all his brown hair cut with the fringe facing the same side.
All sit before their desks and operate the same old roller and lever calculators. The tac-tac-tac monotonous fills the immensity ...
Few cultures in the world have imagined ottoman their existence let alone the represented or given any name, but absolutely all, have suspected its function; monitor the passage of time. A lack of a better name, they call themselves Auditors.
The new is strange. No one talks to her, just watching from afar, wondering if the rumors are true, or rather, which of them will be true. Some say he was expelled ottoman from his previous school because blight biology lab when freed frogs destined for dissection practice. Others claim that the expulsion was left disabled because the football team found disturbing when a skinny guy and glasses. ottoman Some more they heard was a messy affair with a teacher, which involved not too veiled insinuations and part of the school pipe holes where teachers usually should not have school pipeline.
She sees a gesture hardly contained fury, does not feel comfortable at this school, and did not feel comfortable in the above, or the one before ... It has not been comfortable in any school they have enrolled, not how it feels when your father, not how it feels when you train with him and accompanies him. Yes, the world is better and more comfortable when he is with his father.
In the distance, half hidden by the corner of one of the buildings, a girl watches her blonde hair forward, smiles while stroking ottoman the hamster burden in his arms.
Behind the own murmur of a school full of infants, if you listen closely, you may hear a persistent tac-tac-tac.
- Ficus - The man? is distinguished from the other just because your dress is a shade slightly darker gray. Take on the role of the calculator that comes and goes over the endless column of numbers.
-I checked the numbers three times, no error possible. The woman? ottoman Face Up calculator keyboard and runs towards his face featureless Does he? It could be that inte
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