Phew! Cedra and I are up visiting my sister and her beau, and have some time to catch up on work. It’s a good feeling. Like after a trip coming back to one’s own bed, relaxing, comforting, known, relaxing.
Phew! Cedra and I are up visiting my sister and her beau, and have some time to catch up on work. It’s a good feeling. Like after a trip coming back to one’s own bed, relaxing, comforting, known, relaxing.
ROFL
Jabby’s pretty good at killing moods, too.
Don’t mind me, just makin’ sweet sweet love to the goons.
I would have expected the expanding Jabby to get more angular and sharp-edged, keenly reflecting hard lights from its shell. But even as it grows grotesquely large, it seems to be growing…. softer, as if it were itself becoming more organic. Its acidic personality remains as hard, but in appearance Jabby is beginning to look like a plush simulacrum of a weapon. I find this almost unbearably obscene. No, I don’t believe the process of regrowing from Mauricio’s own flesh had anything to do with it. It’s more like mockery than accommodation.
The implications of this darken my outlook. I think I’m going to get a drink.
A nice mix of the sacred and profane. Or a joke in the middle of hellish darkness pressing close upon our world tainting everything it touches…
A really nice contrast of humor in an otherwise somber mood of self sacrifice for the greater good.
Dammit, I’m beginning to like Jabby… kinda liking sentient weapons in general recently, WoW: Legion has three of them (Shadow’s Xal’atath, Demonology’s Thal’kiel and Arcane’s Aluneth) offering e.g. banter and emotional support (read: sarcastic remarks) to the player.
Jabby is a bit like Thermostellar Bomb #20, with a heavy dose of sarcasm.