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17-37 (Patreon)

Published:
2022-09-21 03:37:34
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2026-06
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Ruck's always enjoyed his bagged lunches. Queen Sonorie did know that the Black Tongues were bringing Roger - she mentioned it earlier to the Mayor - but she kind of assumed they'd kindly deposit him somewhere quiet and safe and not here naked and drooling on the floor. Rude snek.

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Srećko

What happened to her arm?

Fitzy

One of the real horrors of Epheby is that your most sensitive and intimate memories get filtered through the cynical perspective of an ancient asshole. Poor Roger.

redink

i dont think iv seen him like this before..

James Duff

Oi, naked and drooling on the floor is a default state of being.

Noxae

I must be used to Unsounded's brand of awful disturbing things happening, because the one thing that stands out to me on this page is Ruck calling it his fuckstick. xD

Mister Scarecrow

Ash, I want you to know the art in the last panels and the obvious effort made to make Ruck's dialogue as upsetting and unpalatable as possible was not wasted. Real horror-show. Especially as a high-low-brow nihilistic response to Queenie's high-brow-played-straight. She goes high and the serpent does what serpents do. He goes so low it almost Ouroboros' into something more profound. But instead settles comfortably in the "profoundly upsetting" category.

Flyfly

Wait, something is amiss. Ruck is surprised to learn that there is no more bloody sacrifices on Tirnasday, but also he mentions on this very page that he saw Roger at one through his memories. So he should obviously know this already. Or is Roger actually still pretty old by human standards, old enough for the tradition to be bloody? I though he was supposed to be quite young. Or is Aldish sacrificial tradition still a Metal Album cover?

Sharpeslass

I'll never stop feeling sorry for poor Roger. What a tragic life (and he's got some heavy competition in this story!).