That's some weird shit, and it's enough to get my brain in charge of theory crafting spinning. So there is an "Entity" that guards the "Shipgirl Underworld" and decides whether or not a shipgirl is allowed to be..resurrected
3) The Entity in question, current hypothesis indicates that it is something of "Death God"...unknown..no proof to substantiate claims..however well within reason.
agreed. it's sorta like how there are abyssal versions of ships in kancolle, even though those ships are also in the game.I prefer to think of it as Saratoga being in conflict with herself. Her forgotten battlecruiser half, and her well known carrier half.
Though your theory does have merit.
Let. Me. Back.
Ṇ̮̻̦ͨ̆̀o̧̙̥̦͈̘̩̜͒.͚͚͉̖̺͍͝
Why!
T̹̹̮̘͚ͫ̊̚ͅh̽̿ͥͦê̷̺͑ẏ̢̲̙̬͋ͨ̄̊̔'͕̙̬͍͙̗̅͞r̲̖̋́̅ͯe̜ ̳ͯ̑̔͢n͗̔̈́̂ͪŏ̗̞̥͚̦t̖͇ͭ͂̅̃̽͜ ̲̓̀͗ͧ̂͂̚w̛͓͙͇̣ͮ͊o͎̥͉͍̞̣ͯr͈̲ͣt̯̱̞̯ẖ͎̍̇̂̽̏̂̋y̙̖͔̖͇͉̳ͧ͆̉ͤ̆ͣͫ.̡͓̠̠̺̥͕̫̐̆ͪ
They're worthy enough. They sunk a battlecruiser!
A̴̳͇ͣ̈́͆ͦt̥̙̫̺̪͍͌̋͠ ̟̫͙̱̖̹̘͊t̞̲̥̟̼̲̻͛̈́h̬̗̳̥̞̏̓̒ͯ̈̀̚ḛ ̵̭̻͇̊ͫc͕͉̟̮ͪͤ͟oͤs͖͗̈́̂̕t̘̯͈̬͇͖͉̀ ̷̬̳̝̇ͨ̅͂̀̉ȏ̘ͧͭ̔̇f̧̗̒ͨͧ̋̅̽͌ ̱̬̠̳͙a͚̞̦̺͂̇ ͪ̄̈́͏̖͔̱̬͓̣ba͍͔͎ͦͭ͂͋ͪ̊t̩̠̤̳̯̭̭͆̊̇ͥ́̿ͯt̙͓͎̒̔͂͐ļ͛̌͌͐̇̇ḛͧ͑͜s̸̯̜̯̩h̷ͨ̌i̮̫̰ͦ̅̑̚͡p̟̼̖̹̼̗ͬ.͉͚̠͙̾̾̽̎̍̄ͭ͡ͅ ͮͥͨAͧͨṉ̲͙̝̠̝͋̍͊̃̆̌̂ͅd̢̹̳͊ͮ́̄̑ͯͥ ̯̼̱͙̹̌̕ͅn͙͚̓͑e͖͕͐͛͊̑̈́ͨ͢ͅã͈̫͔̟͍͚r̸͇̳̻̥̲ͪ͒̂̓ͥ͛̚l͎̥̈́̓̏̑̅y̩̼̝̘̏̈̓ͯ̔́̚ ̸̬̠̝̺̇̔t̶̻̝h̶̦̬ͅͅr̭̹͕̟͗͛̈̋̐͗͘ẹ̞̼̠͇͇͛͊ͥe̢̟͚͙͖̱̙̽̄̓ ̡̺̣̗̦͈͉̲̐̾̃̇c̅̓̄ͧͣ̃͆҉̤͇r̼̯̬̠̖͈ͥͮ̆̄u̘̟̣̩̭ͯ̈́̈ͭ͗̄i̳̥̝͔͒̇͆͝ş̳͙͚̬͚͇̻͋̀e̻̯̎ͤ͒̂̕r̗̓s̩̭͞ ͉͍ͥ͋b̞̜̱̓ê̫ͤs̙͎͇ͤ̈́̀̾̄iͭ̌̍͂͐d͓͕̒͋̽ȇ̹͇͚͒ͣs̷̄ͫ.̶͉͈̼͋͐
That's enough. That has to be enough! let me back!
N̼̥̟̼̰̖͊͌̐̓o̘͓̞̪̎ͅ.̻͚̳̪̞͋ ̡ͦ͐͐̄̑ͯ̒I̳̻̰͚ͯ͊́͗͡ ̵̺̱͇̤̼̋͐ͮͤ̏̚c̼̼̰̪͕ạ̙̰̗̗̒n͝'̙̭͈ͩ͌̾ͩt͎̖̼̪̺͛̈́ͯ̿.҉ ̫͖̪ͯ͒͌̃̒Ţ̺̳͉̿́͂ͦh̬̜̮̠̞͓̯̓̍͋͐ͨȅ̓͌̏ͫͣ̑͏̤̮ŷ̩̲̦͇̯͈̍ͤ͋͂ͬ'͈̘͎͓̃r̦̭̉̚ę̩̟̺̬̳̩̘̒̃͐ͨ̎ͭ͒.͖͈̦̰̪͚̺̓͐ͬ̇ͬ̅ͤ ̲̳̏̀̇ͯ̓̒̓Ǹ̡͖͈̮̱̪̜͈̃̃o̢̒t̟̺̖͎̬̞ͯͬͪ͢.͚̳ ̰͎̦̪ͨ͗͌̄̐̂W̝̩̤͖͙͎͓ͤo͚͈͚͆ͧ̾̎͐ͬ̒ṛ͎͗ͣ̀t̬̹̦̝͓͆͋ͨͨͣ̂̔h̝̮̺̪̗̦̖y̢̻͔͎̻̱ͪ.̱͓̙
But Texas—
S̤͖̠͗ͥͭͥ̚͜h͇̯͚̦͍̙͇ͯ͑͌̿ͨ̓͗͠ẻ̻͍͕̹̩̎́ ̛̟̗̺͚̥͙̈̄̈ͮͮͫs͔͍̤̟̐͑̇̓ͩ̊̈́t̪̜̮̣ͧ̓̐̌ͫo̢͔̘̫̟̠̬ͮ̾ͣ̓ͩo̹̹̘͉͌ͯͧͪ̓͢d̬̘̗̹̪̤̐̊̄̆́ͩ͒́ ̜͕̣̳̬ͦͩ̆̎̐ͤ̃͢w̯ͩ̓ͫ̒̔͊̾ȧ͎̮ṫ̠̫̐̽͐̂̉̽͝c̗̩̥̤̩ͣ̍̃̚ḩ̪̙͚̜͌ͯ̿̋ ͛͊̿̈̓̿͑̀f͓̩̱͚͙ǒ̺̝̊ͩͧ̋́r̫̰̣͎ͪ̃̅͛͡ͅ ̵̘̠͈̦̜̊̊͋ͅa̦̹̗̜̞̘̝͐̂͢ ͈͚͉̟̈ͅh͔͖̾̓ͪ̓ͤ̚̚u͍̼͚͉̜͟n̢͈͍͚̖͚͖̲͒̀̈́̿̇̈́d̫͓̮̰̜͎̪̏̔͑̿̚͟ṙ͙̬ͭ̒e̜̦̗ͦ͗̍̕d͕̠͑ͤ̓͜ ͈̩͉͓̀ͭͧ̈́̊y̢ẻ̦̺̮̂ͤår̃s̗̜̭͔͖,͛̆͒̀ ͓̝̲̤̳̤̹͆͠a̠̥̝̯̙̤͍ͣͯ͗́ͫ̒n̟͋̉ḑ͎͍̺͇ ͭ̅̉̀̓͒͐m͎͚̍͆ͥo̖͚̰͎̣͌̉̆̓̒r̾ͫ́̋̌ͧͣe̶̞ͣ̃̏͌ ͑҉̩̣͍̘̭ḃe̡͔̰͛̌s̥͔̣̳̮͇̜̈́ͧ͠i̷̻̭͚͂d͍͙̭̤̫͕͉ͬ̋̌̇̌͞e̸͕̺ͣŝ̹.̻̺̱̪̫̲̑̎͋͝ ̗̘H̥̪͙͍̉̓͝ē̴̙̜̱̄̊̐̚r̩̳͇ͯ̊ͭ ́s̎̏ͩ̓҉͎̞o͇̜̟̜͉͐̊̿̍u̞͔̫̲̻͑̂̃̈́l̙̰͈̜̗͇̽̆̈̏ͥͨ̔ ̴͕̜̗̣̘ͮ͑ͅͅî̶̦̭̤͉̳̭̹s̞ͤ͆̆ ̞̊̎͛͞h̹̭͕͔̟̤̀̈́̽ͧ̑ͣͪe̩̟̣̱r̓ͅ ̟̘͊͗̐̍̓̚͝o̺͔̱̳͙̥̠w̞̰̞̱ͭn̟.͍͚̦̼̼̤̾
The song faded away. Taking with it the tiny spark of light in the infinite abyss. Her time was over now, but… but maybe it would come again.
Don't think we're done.
I҉̩̥̟̝ ̥̜̫̫͎͕͊́͋̊̃͠ŵ̚͘o͚̼̰̬̮͋́ͥ͛ư̥̑̆̚l̖͕͖̣̤̊̓͒̋̉̄ͅdͪň̼̌ͣ͆ͣ̐̄͘'̺̫͉̥͙̝͇ͨ͐ͬ̚͞t̜̩̲̖͌̓̽ͤ̋͛ͤ ͚̲͓̟͎̼ͣͧͧ̎̃ͬͯd͇̬ͣr͘e͕̰͍̪̯͕͉͑a͕̥̮̬ͩ̊̎̈́̚m͉̆ͩ̚͜ ̶̺̭̳̓͗̽ͥ̐ͭo̼ͮ̓ͤf͉͚̣̩͉̯̣̊ ̼̟͇͔̞̦ͥ̆̅͒́ḯ̶̦̙ͧ̎̊t̹͌.̠͎̜͊̔̽̍͂͟
AWESOME! You're spoiling me, you know that, right?
the weird lettering thing is a style i have seen many other authors use to indicated abyssal speak, which leads me to believe that this is what JM is doing here.
L̴̩͇͚̱̙̈̓̈́ͬ͠e͇͛ͣͭ̽͢t͚͈͚ͥ͋́̔̔͊͗͢ ̶͚͓͔̿͘h̷͕̱̣̫̟͒̂͡í̴̭̝̦̳͐͐ͯ͘m̩͕͙̜͓̹͂̿ ̸̴̞͉̜ͥͮ̄̎̚̚͢w̡͈͈̠̣͎̲̭̯͐͜h̼̦͛͊͒̉̈̾o̤̯̖̹̻̲̗̅ͨ͑̃͒̈̉ͅ ̓ͧͪ͋̎̽ͮ҉͙̰̭̙͞͠h͍̱̝̤̆͒ͩă̻ͮͭ̇ͩ͆̊̒̈ͅẗ̜̠̝͕͖̜̺́͊̆ͦ̇h̃ͣ͋҉̢̘͍̪̖̹̫͓͓̺̀ ̳͙͕̟͛̉͢ų̝ͭ̆ͅn̸̡͚̲̰͙̏̂ͮ̈́̀d͉̟̬͖͔̗̣͈̝͆̍͗̾ͮ͠ẹ͎̮͗̿͐͢r̙̦͖̔̓͗̐̋͛ͤͭs̸̻̝̘͓̭̺̞̭ͣ̑̌̔̍̕t̞̝ͮ͌̋͛ͤ̈ą͍͕̆͆̀̐ͣ̚̕n̸̢̞͔̖̟͍̙̻̳͉ͯ̋̈́ͣͯͨ̿ͭ̔d͓̝͇̅̑̈́͐ ̶̛̛͍̄̀̇͗̀̒h͍̺͔ͫ̾ͫ̂͋̀̚í̵̩͖̱̉̉̒͛m͚͖͓̖̯̀ͯ,̶̫̪̈͋ͦ́̂ͮ͐͌ ͈̝̼̘̯̰ͬ͆̂͛̚r͎̩̋̿ͧͬĕ͍͉͈̤͉̩̙ͫ͗̋̽̉c͕̦ͬ̓͆k̴͈̪̳̹̻̜̟͒̈́̀o͚͇̦̪̗̣͖͈̘ͬ̈̉́̋̀n̮̦̟̗̫̯͔ͯ͋ ̦̩̜̩̳̥̆̌̔̌́̕͢͞ͅͅͅṫ͙̲̫̤͇ͮ̀͡͡ȟ̳̰͙̘ͯ̊̐͗͗ͣ̐̋͠ͅe̸̤͖̞̘̝͔̲̅̍͆̆̑̌ͨ̕ͅ ̩̘̬̹̮͙͇̘ͬ̈ͩ̌ṋ͔͕͈̦̍ͤ̀͜u͙̟͙̪̠̗̗̠̺͛̏͊̍̍̂̒m͍͉̺͍͓͖̭͖̀̍ͭ͐ͥͣ̿͗͛̕b̶̪̦̩̖̮̦ͬ̊͊́ͤ́̃̄̄e̟̤̦̻͍̟͓̺̿ͬ̚͠r̠̰͇̼͖̒ͮ ̼̭̣̺̪̋o̪̦̪̟͈̠̖̲ͦ̑͆̉ͩͅf̵̩̞̤̱̞͂ͤ ͔̳͈̬̞̞͆̌̍͊͛̏ͤ̈́̈t̷̥̟͓͍̠̞̽̐͑̅ͦͨ̓͝ḩ̛̫̖̯͓̣̬̺̌̒͐͊̑ȅ̢̧͎̞̙̜̞͡ ̻̯͍̟̦̠̘͐̏͐͂̕B̵̝͕͇̺̯̭̃̏ę̖̺̳͎͍̝̞̞̍ͦ̑ͪ̊͟a̧͇͕ͪ̇̀̈́̈s̻̭͚͚̙͈͗̆ͅt̞̖̝̝ͦ̈́ͨͮ͜͜.̢̤̲͑̆̄̔͋͛̈̚ ̸̞͎̟̙̭̱̂̽̽̑́̔̆͒ F̾̎҉̥̞͙͕̺̬̟ͅͅo̡̞̖̩̓ͭ̍̕͞r͉̩̬̭͐ͧͯ͋́ ̨̧͎͓͖̫̮̜͉̻̦͛ͨ̋̇ͮ̚i̧̢̬͈̦̣̙̣͕̪̰͗̚t̨̯̫̱̲͍̒́̎ͨ̅́̌ͅ ̬̪̠̠̤̘̲ͬ̑̀ṯ̰̺͖̎͊̽͊̓͆͛̚͜i͓̘̝ͥ̇ͯ́͢ş̴̝̮͔͕͕ͯͭ̆ͦ̎̿͆ͪ̚ ̡̦͓̙͚͉͕͕̾̽a̷̖̫͇̟̪̘̣͈ͤ́̇̓͗ͥ ̴͓̖̫̮̎ͨͯh̡̰̘̲̹̲̤̳ͭ͆ͦͧ̌ͤ̾ͪ͟u͉̮̝̼̖ͤ̽́̎̇ͭ̅̎ͦ̕m͍̜̱̂̑ͩͅã̶͙̬̺͇̤̇̕n̷̗̥̬̺̫͖ͨ͌͢ ͖̪̯̙͑̃̓̐ͭ̈́̋͗̀͠n̢̫̖ͮ͛̈́ͨ̕̕ů̴̡̲̲̉͊̊̂̂̃ͧ́ͅm̴̷̶̱͖̦̞̣͖͉͈͆͂͗ͥ̓̈́͋b̢̜̙̀̃̽̆̌ͨ̀e̹̫ͬ̈͊r̩̀͑ͭͣ̒̔͊̍̀͜ͅ.̰͙͚̳̜͚͍̖͈͑͛̉̆̚͝ ̆͂͋ͨͧ̀̇ͮ̿͏̴͈̮ İ̳̗̣̼̠̀̑̉ͥ́̎̂͠t̨͙̭̦̏̏̓̿̔̓͋́̚̚͡s̯̣̣͙̯̼ͨͯ̃ͮ͑̒̌͛ ̻̲̭̤͇͂̂̃͢ͅn̵̲̙̳̰̭̳̠̭͂̆ͩ̆͑͆͟u̹̗̠̹͖ͩͭ̄ͫ͛͒̿m̷̢͉̙̱͕̜̙̹͔͆ͨͫ̇̾b̜̖́̽̈͊̅͞e̳ͩ͊̿ͦ̓͂͋r̋̉҉̯̳͉͍̼͕,̛̥̠̤͚̆͑ͬ͒ͫ̚͟ ̢̤̞̲̜ͮͫ̐̐̍̕i͚͛̈́̆̃ͬ̈́͐͢s̟̠͍͍̰͍̲̾̉̒̂͐͜ͅ ̤͓̩̻̖ͨ̆̽̃s̙͖̜ͬ̽͂ͦͫͦ̎̍ͨ̀͞i̷̭̞͒x̴̪̍̀̃̕͟-͖̜ͪ̏̚h̷̡̫͖͛̿̓̊́̈́͘ͅu͑̍̀̂̃ͤ͡҉̫̭̘̖̯͚̫ǹ̢̛̩̪̟͔̎ͧ̄ͤ͠ḏ̛̻̻͔͐̑ͭͤ̍͊͒͜ͅr̶̼̯ͭͤͭ͛̓e̡̛̦̻̻̙̎̏͜d̡̧̡̦͙̗̯̩̳͓̎̈͌̒̊͋ͦͯ̌ ̷͙̩̬͋͂͌ͩ͂̂͠á̶̶̱̲͎̼̻̫͍̥͒̊ͯ͑͜ṅ͉͖̂̚ḓ̴͍̜̺̗̠̣́̐̒̄̌ ̶͎̜ͤ͑͒͟s̭̱ͦ͌̈̋ͨ̂i̱͐͋̌͋̔́x̶̖̬͓͆t̮̳̪̙̳͆͌̆̉ͭ̋ͧ̅͋͝ȳ̨̟̓̊͆̍ͯ̊ͪ̏̀-̨̲̯̜̮̩̩̑̂̆s͖͙͉͓̻ͣ̇͑ͯͩi̦̰̯̞͔̲͕̓̏͐ͣ͑ͨ̚x̲͙͍̠͍ͨ̆́͒ͬ͡.͚̜̝͎̯̓ͭ̐̔͆̈́̒̕͢ |
Let him who hath understand him, reckon the number of the Beast.
L̴̩͇͚̱̙̈̓̈́ͬ͠e͇͛ͣͭ̽͢t͚͈͚ͥ͋́̔̔͊͗͢ ̶͚͓͔̿͘h̷͕̱̣̫̟͒̂͡í̴̭̝̦̳͐͐ͯ͘m̩͕͙̜͓̹͂̿ ̸̴̞͉̜ͥͮ̄̎̚̚͢w̡͈͈̠̣͎̲̭̯͐͜h̼̦͛͊͒̉̈̾o̤̯̖̹̻̲̗̅ͨ͑̃͒̈̉ͅ ̓ͧͪ͋̎̽ͮ҉͙̰̭̙͞͠h͍̱̝̤̆͒ͩă̻ͮͭ̇ͩ͆̊̒̈ͅẗ̜̠̝͕͖̜̺́͊̆ͦ̇h̃ͣ͋҉̢̘͍̪̖̹̫͓͓̺̀ ̳͙͕̟͛̉͢ų̝ͭ̆ͅn̸̡͚̲̰͙̏̂ͮ̈́̀d͉̟̬͖͔̗̣͈̝͆̍͗̾ͮ͠ẹ͎̮͗̿͐͢r̙̦͖̔̓͗̐̋͛ͤͭs̸̻̝̘͓̭̺̞̭ͣ̑̌̔̍̕t̞̝ͮ͌̋͛ͤ̈ą͍͕̆͆̀̐ͣ̚̕n̸̢̞͔̖̟͍̙̻̳͉ͯ̋̈́ͣͯͨ̿ͭ̔d͓̝͇̅̑̈́͐ ̶̛̛͍̄̀̇͗̀̒h͍̺͔ͫ̾ͫ̂͋̀̚í̵̩͖̱̉̉̒͛m͚͖͓̖̯̀ͯ,̶̫̪̈͋ͦ́̂ͮ͐͌ ͈̝̼̘̯̰ͬ͆̂͛̚r͎̩̋̿ͧͬĕ͍͉͈̤͉̩̙ͫ͗̋̽̉c͕̦ͬ̓͆k̴͈̪̳̹̻̜̟͒̈́̀o͚͇̦̪̗̣͖͈̘ͬ̈̉́̋̀n̮̦̟̗̫̯͔ͯ͋ ̦̩̜̩̳̥̆̌̔̌́̕͢͞ͅͅͅṫ͙̲̫̤͇ͮ̀͡͡ȟ̳̰͙̘ͯ̊̐͗͗ͣ̐̋͠ͅe̸̤͖̞̘̝͔̲̅̍͆̆̑̌ͨ̕ͅ ̩̘̬̹̮͙͇̘ͬ̈ͩ̌ṋ͔͕͈̦̍ͤ̀͜u͙̟͙̪̠̗̗̠̺͛̏͊̍̍̂̒m͍͉̺͍͓͖̭͖̀̍ͭ͐ͥͣ̿͗͛̕b̶̪̦̩̖̮̦ͬ̊͊́ͤ́̃̄̄e̟̤̦̻͍̟͓̺̿ͬ̚͠r̠̰͇̼͖̒ͮ ̼̭̣̺̪̋o̪̦̪̟͈̠̖̲ͦ̑͆̉ͩͅf̵̩̞̤̱̞͂ͤ ͔̳͈̬̞̞͆̌̍͊͛̏ͤ̈́̈t̷̥̟͓͍̠̞̽̐͑̅ͦͨ̓͝ḩ̛̫̖̯͓̣̬̺̌̒͐͊̑ȅ̢̧͎̞̙̜̞͡ ̻̯͍̟̦̠̘͐̏͐͂̕B̵̝͕͇̺̯̭̃̏ę̖̺̳͎͍̝̞̞̍ͦ̑ͪ̊͟a̧͇͕ͪ̇̀̈́̈s̻̭͚͚̙͈͗̆ͅt̞̖̝̝ͦ̈́ͨͮ͜͜.̢̤̲͑̆̄̔͋͛̈̚
̸̞͎̟̙̭̱̂̽̽̑́̔̆͒
F̾̎҉̥̞͙͕̺̬̟ͅͅo̡̞̖̩̓ͭ̍̕͞r͉̩̬̭͐ͧͯ͋́ ̨̧͎͓͖̫̮̜͉̻̦͛ͨ̋̇ͮ̚i̧̢̬͈̦̣̙̣͕̪̰͗̚t̨̯̫̱̲͍̒́̎ͨ̅́̌ͅ ̬̪̠̠̤̘̲ͬ̑̀ṯ̰̺͖̎͊̽͊̓͆͛̚͜i͓̘̝ͥ̇ͯ́͢ş̴̝̮͔͕͕ͯͭ̆ͦ̎̿͆ͪ̚ ̡̦͓̙͚͉͕͕̾̽a̷̖̫͇̟̪̘̣͈ͤ́̇̓͗ͥ ̴͓̖̫̮̎ͨͯh̡̰̘̲̹̲̤̳ͭ͆ͦͧ̌ͤ̾ͪ͟u͉̮̝̼̖ͤ̽́̎̇ͭ̅̎ͦ̕m͍̜̱̂̑ͩͅã̶͙̬̺͇̤̇̕n̷̗̥̬̺̫͖ͨ͌͢ ͖̪̯̙͑̃̓̐ͭ̈́̋͗̀͠n̢̫̖ͮ͛̈́ͨ̕̕ů̴̡̲̲̉͊̊̂̂̃ͧ́ͅm̴̷̶̱͖̦̞̣͖͉͈͆͂͗ͥ̓̈́͋b̢̜̙̀̃̽̆̌ͨ̀e̹̫ͬ̈͊r̩̀͑ͭͣ̒̔͊̍̀͜ͅ.̰͙͚̳̜͚͍̖͈͑͛̉̆̚͝
̆͂͋ͨͧ̀̇ͮ̿͏̴͈̮
İ̳̗̣̼̠̀̑̉ͥ́̎̂͠t̨͙̭̦̏̏̓̿̔̓͋́̚̚͡s̯̣̣͙̯̼ͨͯ̃ͮ͑̒̌͛ ̻̲̭̤͇͂̂̃͢ͅn̵̲̙̳̰̭̳̠̭͂̆ͩ̆͑͆͟u̹̗̠̹͖ͩͭ̄ͫ͛͒̿m̷̢͉̙̱͕̜̙̹͔͆ͨͫ̇̾b̜̖́̽̈͊̅͞e̳ͩ͊̿ͦ̓͂͋r̋̉҉̯̳͉͍̼͕,̛̥̠̤͚̆͑ͬ͒ͫ̚͟ ̢̤̞̲̜ͮͫ̐̐̍̕i͚͛̈́̆̃ͬ̈́͐͢s̟̠͍͍̰͍̲̾̉̒̂͐͜ͅ ̤͓̩̻̖ͨ̆̽̃s̙͖̜ͬ̽͂ͦͫͦ̎̍ͨ̀͞i̷̭̞͒x̴̪̍̀̃̕͟-͖̜ͪ̏̚h̷̡̫͖͛̿̓̊́̈́͘ͅu͑̍̀̂̃ͤ͡҉̫̭̘̖̯͚̫ǹ̢̛̩̪̟͔̎ͧ̄ͤ͠ḏ̛̻̻͔͐̑ͭͤ̍͊͒͜ͅr̶̼̯ͭͤͭ͛̓e̡̛̦̻̻̙̎̏͜d̡̧̡̦͙̗̯̩̳͓̎̈͌̒̊͋ͦͯ̌ ̷͙̩̬͋͂͌ͩ͂̂͠á̶̶̱̲͎̼̻̫͍̥͒̊ͯ͑͜ṅ͉͖̂̚ḓ̴͍̜̺̗̠̣́̐̒̄̌ ̶͎̜ͤ͑͒͟s̭̱ͦ͌̈̋ͨ̂i̱͐͋̌͋̔́x̶̖̬͓͆t̮̳̪̙̳͆͌̆̉ͭ̋ͧ̅͋͝ȳ̨̟̓̊͆̍ͯ̊ͪ̏̀-̨̲̯̜̮̩̩̑̂̆s͖͙͉͓̻ͣ̇͑ͯͩi̦̰̯̞͔̲͕̓̏͐ͣ͑ͨ̚x̲͙͍̠͍ͨ̆́͒ͬ͡.͚̜̝͎̯̓ͭ̐̔͆̈́̒̕͢
Pretty sure it should be sung to the same tune as Yellow Rose of Texas.
Someone's not happy about that second pic...The Good Ship Sara. I like that.
Have some pics while I do things.
Mutsu is looking especially possessive there. Sorry Mutsnail, your Nagato is in another