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What do you want to bet Peonie’s somehow forgotten to wear a bra or panties under her dress? Now, if she could make her eyes glow, and cover herself with magical-looking runes, she’d have the perfect camouflage…
BTW, Neils (and Drowemos, by extension) has come up with yet another interesting curse. “Shadows in my veins!” My personal fave is still Tiff’s “By Arn’s left hand!”
Well, now we know WHO is trying to kidnap Peonie AGAIN. Begs the question why though. I mean the song sorceress already has all those wonderful pudding golems. Oh and things look rather dim for the leader of the third lance.
Since when does a broken neck constitute a bad day? In my days (yet to come, and still far behind me), a broken neck meant you were going to the Golden Hall of Naked Women, where you could feast and “feast” to your hearts delight.
I’m impressed, although a little disappointed. For one of the interactive cameo characters, our Third Lance guy had a good role, but only lasted long enough to distract Neils… I’m hoping that he at least recovers enough to stab the guy in the ankle, Achilles style ^^ (Oh, and yes, I also hope for the scenario that he’s only been throttled to unconsciousness, not had his neck broken.)
Incidentally, I really do have to hand it to people who invent non-swearing curses, but none of these are my favourites. I still hold to the one that goes ‘May the fleas of a thousand camels nest in your pants’.
Thaylien, what did you expect? Drowemos didn’t even name the guy – of course he’s going to die. Time to bring up the Fourth Lance – wonder if this is what happened with the First and Second Lances…. ?
Oh, and my love of ‘By Arn’s left hand” may have to do with the context – Tiff was commenting on the rear coverage of a thong chainmail bikini at the time… mmm, so nice…
That’s an awesome superpower alright, “Instant Distraction” guaranteed to paralyze any heterosexual male into inactivity. [Certain portions of the body excepted.]
“Don’t make me kill ya”
“Never!”
This, people, is something you be very careful about saying.
Apart from the slight grammatical confusion, if you die you might miss out on 3 naked gelatin princesses…
You have been warned.
Why did your high school math teacher tell you anything about camels? The only screwed-up teachers I had were my history teacher, who has probably lived through every period in history that he taught us about, and my ceramics teacher who danced with the damn clay.
Don’t ask me how I know this as you Really Don’t Want To Know, but the sound of a neck “snapping” is a quite different sound than that. Crack your knuckles, then amplify it, you’ll get the idea. Or, you may try breaking apart a raw chicken leg from the thigh. Listen, you’ll hear it.
A solid “Krack” is more like someone, like the leader of the Third Lance, getting his head slammed into something solid or, on a smaller scale, a a stick being broken to intentionally direct attention in a certain direction. The sound is different because in the first instance if the neck is broken by shear strength of a squeeze, the break and the sound is caused by the separation of the vertibrae and gives you very little sound, or if it is broken by a “ringing the bell” motion, where the swinging of the body “snaps” the neck, one end of the victim is free and swinging and you get the knuckle cracking sound. On the other hand, if you break a stick either against something or over your knee, you get a “Krack”, where as you get a simple “snap” if done by two handed leverage.
Carnac the Magnificent? I associate it with Cpl. Klinger from MASH, although his version (in Lebanese, with subtitles) was “May the fleas of a thousand camels build a nest in your armpit.” That was one of his more convoluted attempts to get a Section 8 discharge.
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isn’t that a great ability ? đ
I love how it’s supernatural.
What do you want to bet Peonie’s somehow forgotten to wear a bra or panties under her dress? Now, if she could make her eyes glow, and cover herself with magical-looking runes, she’d have the perfect camouflage…
BTW, Neils (and Drowemos, by extension) has come up with yet another interesting curse. “Shadows in my veins!” My personal fave is still Tiff’s “By Arn’s left hand!”
Well, now we know WHO is trying to kidnap Peonie AGAIN. Begs the question why though. I mean the song sorceress already has all those wonderful pudding golems. Oh and things look rather dim for the leader of the third lance.
Well with his neck broken he could be said to be haveing A bad day!
Since when does a broken neck constitute a bad day? In my days (yet to come, and still far behind me), a broken neck meant you were going to the Golden Hall of Naked Women, where you could feast and “feast” to your hearts delight.
Superpower: get naked. Anytime. Anywhere.
Actually, the way the neck was broken would mean that he’s still alive and wont be dead for another couple of hours.
I would warn against assuming his neck was broken. That “krack” you heard could have been from the gelatin Peonies.
Most likely it was a breaking twig…he DID say he could “hear you out there”
Wait wait wait. His plan was to throw his men at an invincible magical soldier until some monsters unexpectedly emerged from the bushes?
That, ladies and gentleman, is a masterplan.
Dead or alive the leader of the third lance turned out to be rather more badass then many of us thought. Maybe he’ll get up yet…or not.
I’m impressed, although a little disappointed. For one of the interactive cameo characters, our Third Lance guy had a good role, but only lasted long enough to distract Neils… I’m hoping that he at least recovers enough to stab the guy in the ankle, Achilles style ^^ (Oh, and yes, I also hope for the scenario that he’s only been throttled to unconsciousness, not had his neck broken.)
Incidentally, I really do have to hand it to people who invent non-swearing curses, but none of these are my favourites. I still hold to the one that goes ‘May the fleas of a thousand camels nest in your pants’.
Thaylien, what did you expect? Drowemos didn’t even name the guy – of course he’s going to die. Time to bring up the Fourth Lance – wonder if this is what happened with the First and Second Lances…. ?
Oh, and my love of ‘By Arn’s left hand” may have to do with the context – Tiff was commenting on the rear coverage of a thong chainmail bikini at the time… mmm, so nice…
That’s an awesome superpower alright, “Instant Distraction” guaranteed to paralyze any heterosexual male into inactivity. [Certain portions of the body excepted.]
“Don’t make me kill ya”
“Never!”
This, people, is something you be very careful about saying.
Apart from the slight grammatical confusion, if you die you might miss out on 3 naked gelatin princesses…
You have been warned.
Perhaps the ninth and tenth Lances will have better luck.
@Thaylian The “fleas of a thousand camels” thing sounds like something my high school maths teacher always said…
Why did your high school math teacher tell you anything about camels? The only screwed-up teachers I had were my history teacher, who has probably lived through every period in history that he taught us about, and my ceramics teacher who danced with the damn clay.
Don’t ask me how I know this as you Really Don’t Want To Know, but the sound of a neck “snapping” is a quite different sound than that. Crack your knuckles, then amplify it, you’ll get the idea. Or, you may try breaking apart a raw chicken leg from the thigh. Listen, you’ll hear it.
A solid “Krack” is more like someone, like the leader of the Third Lance, getting his head slammed into something solid or, on a smaller scale, a a stick being broken to intentionally direct attention in a certain direction. The sound is different because in the first instance if the neck is broken by shear strength of a squeeze, the break and the sound is caused by the separation of the vertibrae and gives you very little sound, or if it is broken by a “ringing the bell” motion, where the swinging of the body “snaps” the neck, one end of the victim is free and swinging and you get the knuckle cracking sound. On the other hand, if you break a stick either against something or over your knee, you get a “Krack”, where as you get a simple “snap” if done by two handed leverage.
Just tell me who you’ve killed, my friend.
The âfleas of a thousand camelsâ thing is part of an old Carnac the Magnificent bit
I smell fanservice !!!!!!!!!!!
Beware the power of the Gelatin Golems! Now thats what I call a Desert!!!!!
Carnac the Magnificent? I associate it with Cpl. Klinger from MASH, although his version (in Lebanese, with subtitles) was “May the fleas of a thousand camels build a nest in your armpit.” That was one of his more convoluted attempts to get a Section 8 discharge.