I was thinking more "wreck everything"...
I was thinking more "wreck everything"...
NiceSomething about Anderson having an ace in his sleeves against Great Ones.
Its mere presence might prove sufficient to turn all of our bayonets into levers.[X] Let Ebrietas try to assist
-[X] Try fitting Johnson's bust up your sleeves
... sure, why not?
Its mere presence might prove sufficient to turn all of our bayonets into levers.
Plus, it has a really weird topology that apparently hurts the eyes of Elder Godlings. Do we really want to stick this thing into foldspace? Especially our foldspace, where we keep all our stuff?
YES.Plus, it has a really weird topology that apparently hurts the eyes of Elder Godlings. Do we really want to stick this thing into foldspace? Especially our foldspace, where we keep all our stuff?
Sad that no one else wants to try and teach Rom abut the LORD.
Or you know, just slap her a few times.Can't teach her until we can get those neurons firing in what passes for her head.
Thats why we need to get a The Bust in front of her. No one who see's that can resist thinking and/or saying "Fuck that guy with the fury of a Thousand moons!"
Rom only acts in self defense, and even then someone summarizes it as "spawn spiders, summon meteors, and wriggle"
Yes but it does get her brain to start working in order to summon spiders/meteors.Rom only acts in self defense, and even then someone summarizes it as "spawn spiders, summon meteors, and wriggle"
We're trying to put a bust that literally warps space-time around it; a bust that was built by a man known for giving all known laws of physics, causality, sanity, and dimensional stability the most singularly massive middle finger to ever exist; into our interdimensionally folded-space sleeves full of mythical artifacts and you have the GALL to ask that?
We're trying to put a bust that literally warps space-time around it; a bust that was built by a man known for giving all known laws of physics, causality, sanity, and dimensional stability the most singularly massive middle finger to ever exist; into our interdimensionally folded-space sleeves full of mythical artifacts and you have the GALL to ask that?
Are you trying to smear us across upwards of 30 dimensions as protoplasmic sludge?