edited 27th Sep '12 10:53:34 PM by Blueeyedrat
edited 27th Sep '12 11:03:35 PM by Enkufka
edited 27th Sep '12 11:46:28 PM by gbrngfol
edited 28th Sep '12 2:25:25 PM by Blueeyedrat
"No, but I am."
"Cool, will it give me superpowers?"
"...I don't know, actually. Let's try it and find out!"
- Excerpt from Spider-Dwarf and/or Death of a Broker
edited 28th Sep '12 10:26:55 PM by Hydrall
Does whatever a fisher can,
Throws a line, any size,
Catches fish just like flies
Here comes the Fisherman. Does he swim?
He's got a bloody pontoon boat
Can he swing hook and thread
It's already overhead
There goes the Fisherman. When you need a delight
His catch is sublime
If you grill it right
With a pinch of thyme Fisherman, Fisherman
Friendly neighbourhood Fisherman
Wealth and fame
Dinner is his reward. To him, life is a great big day off
Whenever season's not off
You'll find the Fisherman!
In other news,
edited 29th Sep '12 6:32:12 PM by fishsicles
edited 3rd Oct '12 2:27:47 AM by Rotpar
Death: My Only Mistake is a 13 page essay about the secrets of life and death. It has its moments of cleverness.
The Human: Fact or Fiction? is a 22 page essay about a human necromancer with cruel writing. So basically, the author was angrily attempting to deny this dude existed?
The Sun Sets of Par Blossombeaches, a 219 autobiography of a necromancer, the writing evidence of a compassionate being. Compassionate necromancer? Is he some kind of Christ-like Messiah? Looking at a trend in the books, I stumbled on Naspa Sandalfaction, a human necromancer. It took nine years for her to find a necromancer to study under, the following year she has her own apprentice. She then spends the next thousand years cranking out books. I thought necromancers spent their time raising the dead and causing problems, she proceeded to just write.
edited 11th Oct '12 10:22:03 AM by Rotpar