TL;DR: Disarming’s anti-Pantene tactics are too dirty even for The God of Cleanliness and Bane of Infestation himself. She pities the mortally wounded Prince Charming. A rock makes a noise.
. “Good effort,” the woman admits, looking down at him. Light surrounds her dagger. Vash lies on the ground, trying to push himself up, a hand clutching the wound which is now streaming blue light. “But I’m afraid you’re out of your depth.”
. With a BOOM, the rock slams shut, sealing Vash’s city in the ground.
. “Ah.” she says, looking back at the new mountain.
Ah.
Also why does the Collector look so much like an OWL sometimes. Like this first panel. Her face is just an owl. Why.
Me doing this: Do I let the bit continue? Or do I do my bit? Ah, they skipped a few posts up there it’ll be fine
Witch: boo hoo you, this isn’t the climax of the story, you don’t get to be cool yet, anyways I gotta go soon
Mountain: what about me?
Witch: what about you?
Mountain: you’re not just gonna leave me here, are ya?
Witch: YOU’RE A FUCGIFICING MOUNTAIN. YOU CAN DEAL VERY DAMN WELL ON YOUR OWN!
That feeling when you’ve just gotten your hands on some orcish equipment so you decide to enter a new area… only to find out that your enemy has a legendary ebony dagger enchanted with soul trap and a really good healing spell…
Out of his depths? Nah, he just needs to scream more. Maybe go through training montage? Ah, he’ll be fine.
TL;DR: Disarming’s anti-Pantene tactics are too dirty even for The God of Cleanliness and Bane of Infestation himself. She pities the mortally wounded Prince Charming. A rock makes a noise.
Ah.
ah.
Haven’t seen a name yet, makes sense as it’s been all action
Gonna nickname him Golden Joe
Ah.
Today’s Alt Text:
ah.
Vash is the name of the golden boi
ah.
ah.
ah.
Ah. Vash lost! That sucks.
And… there goes his city too.
His day can’t get worse!
Ah ah ah ah ah,
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah,
Ah ah ah ah ah.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djV11Xbc914
To Aris
That was a nice one.
She says, “Good effort, but I’m afraid
You’re out of your depth”, at success she made
. “Good effort,” the woman admits, looking down at him. Light surrounds her dagger. Vash lies on the ground, trying to push himself up, a hand clutching the wound which is now streaming blue light. “But I’m afraid you’re out of your depth.”
. With a BOOM, the rock slams shut, sealing Vash’s city in the ground.
. “Ah.” she says, looking back at the new mountain.
Ah.
Also why does the Collector look so much like an OWL sometimes. Like this first panel. Her face is just an owl. Why.
Ah
Ah.
Ah
Ah
Ah.
Ah.
Me doing this: Do I let the bit continue? Or do I do my bit? Ah, they skipped a few posts up there it’ll be fine
Witch: boo hoo you, this isn’t the climax of the story, you don’t get to be cool yet, anyways I gotta go soon
Mountain: what about me?
Witch: what about you?
Mountain: you’re not just gonna leave me here, are ya?
Witch: YOU’RE A FUCGIFICING MOUNTAIN. YOU CAN DEAL VERY DAMN WELL ON YOUR OWN!
That feeling when you’ve just gotten your hands on some orcish equipment so you decide to enter a new area… only to find out that your enemy has a legendary ebony dagger enchanted with soul trap and a really good healing spell…
Ah.