Forced Break

OK, one more

I couldn’t sleep very well last night and so I decided to go through the comic again, because there is always something new to discover. And I found something I haven’t thought about before.

On the Market, RGB asked Watcher for a service and the owl looked at his hand as a payment. He just RIPPED his hand clean off. Why didn’t he offer just the glove? He fed the owl buttons from his jacked after, so I think just the glove would be also sufficient.

And I then thought that maybe the gloves alone worked as his hands, but he CAN take of his gloves. Earlier in the comic, he asked Madras for new pair after their encounter with Fears.

There is also something I noticed during their staying at Cell’s. He got his hand replaced with rabbit foot. And the paw changed into his hand, along with his glove. And during the change he doesn’s say the ‘magic words’. It makes me really question about how his body works and his position in the story/world.

Hero is surprised by the change and he mumbles: “Or, rather I did not...”

What the hell did he meant by that?

I believe there is no further comment needed 🤣

“Right behind the fucking floppity”

You guys I am WHEEZING

he is so offended this entire video 😂😂

Joy Fielding: See Jane run

One of my first good books I read was this one. I borrowed this book from my mom, becouse Joy is her favourite author.

Joy Fielding was born 18.3. 1945 in Toronto. She writes novels and also work as actress. She is married and has two daughters.

If you like little drama with hint of krimi, this kind of story is for you. One young lady realizes that she is in unknown part of city and she don´t know how she get there. But that´s not all. She don´t now anythyng. How old she is, where she lives, members of her family if she even has it. Just one thing. Her name. Her name is Jane. After few hours of confusion she is brought to police station where is some strange man waiting for her. He called himself as her husband. She has a doughter with him. But why? Why she forgets? 

After some time passes some faded shattered memories wants to come back. But those stupid pills make it so hard to remember. She decidet to stop taking them. More and more things are coming back to her. Then, she realizes...

I won´t spoil you whole story here. If you want to know, go to the library or book store and get this book. I also read more of her books and I must say, that everytime I got incredibly excitet about it. I would say, that her story lines are perfectly calculated and in the end surprise always wait.

They are on a hunt

The first thing I´m going to say is that I don´t draw it. I was looking for some bird anatomy and feather pattern and I found this perfect one, but I don´t know who draw it. So I don´t want to steal it, but more like borrow it. 

And this is how I exactly imagine the Godlike Armis. The colors are awesome and the decorating feathers are just... AAAAA perfect. Just imagine the light lovely and melodic voice...

There is not much known about this bird. It´s let say something like God's messenger. It´ll become more clear during the story.

I-I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about this

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember

Ok... so I tought that if I would want to make more complex drawings, I would have to mark it. From now on, I’ll be using this symbol as some sort of “signature”. It means alchemy and I thinks it fits well :)

The Golden Town

Okey... This one could sounds pretty cheesy, but it was the best I could do. It was our homework for some special class. We had to write a story of some kind of society with their own phylosophy principle. Because I am chemist and not a philosopher... here comes some cheesy clishe :3

In ancient times, the world passed on rumors about the famous Golden Town. All the buildings were made of pure gold, fabrics were woven of gold yarn and girls had golden eyes. But no one knew exactly where the town is located. It was said that it is hidden deep in the tropical forests to be protected against thieves. Kristof was blown away from the legend. Although he was a son of a local miller, he has fearless and indomitable spirit. Even since his childhood legends excited him, imagining how he walks in all places and becomes part of them.

Once he was twenty, he decided to find the Golden Town. Everyone tried to dissuade him, his father the most, but he already made up his mind. He took a sword and helmet from the blacksmith and went on a journey. He walked long and far. Just when he thought that this town cannot be found and wanted to give up, he saw bright glow in the distance. It was like a second sun leaning over the horizon. So he went to light. It was so strong that he had to cover his eyes with hand as he approached it. He went through dense shrubs and found himself on the edge of the valley. Underneath was the Golden Town. Rumors were true. Gold was everywhere. Kristof was thrilled and charmed by the shimmering beauty. Eagerly he ran down and passed the first street. There were people in shiny golden robes strolling around, elegantly and majestically. Once he turned the corner he saw a beautiful garden full of golden flowers. But as he stooped to pick some flowers, he found that they are really made of gold. Odorless and lifeless. He was sorry for them. So beautiful flowers and you cannot even smell them. Suddenly he noticed, that in the middle of the park sits on a bench young girl. She was beautiful, but she looked sad. He decided to approach her.

“Beautiful garden, is not it?” But the girl was still looking into the ground and was silent. Kristof has re-try it.

“My name is Kristof. And you?” Again, nothing. “Are you okay?”he asked finally. The girl looked up in surprise.

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. Nobody else is here.”

“You must be a stranger, when you talk to me.”she said.

“And why couldn´t I talk to such a beautiful girl like you?”asked Kristof. She smiled sadly.

“Nobody speaks with beautiful girls. The most beautiful of the town are selected as candidates and the most beautiful is then sacrificed to our God who gave us the gift of the Golden Town. Thanks to him we have these beautiful houses and gardens.”

“That seems silly. Giving a human life for a bit of gold.” But before she could answer, a bell rang in the distance. The girl quickly got up and ran from the garden. Surprised Kristof ran after her, but lost her in the streets.

Accidentally, he got caught up in a large crowd of people heading on a high hill on the edge of the town. The crowd stopped in front importantly looking older man. He was holding a cane decorated with serpent head and was dressed in a golden robe. Before him stood three girls. Among them was the one he met in the garden. She wore a small tiara. She looked more beautiful than before. But also much sadder. The man stepped in front of the first girl and held his cane in front of her face. Others around began to sing a strange tune. The man in front of her stood there for a moment and then lowered the cane on the ground. The girl sighed and the old man moved on to the next girl. It was the one from the garden. He raised his cane and stared into her golden eyes. Suddenly he raised his cane above her and everyone fell silent. The girl sadly looked down and the old man said:

“The king chose. This girl is the most beautiful of all and now will be sacrificed as gratitude for this wonderful Golden Town.”

”Stop it!”shouted Kristof. Others looked at him in surprise.

“How dare you disturb the ceremony!” admonished the old man.

“It's nonsense. It is stupidity to sacrifice a human life for a bit of gold.”

“A bit?”he slandered him. “Thanks to our God this whole town stands. Without him, it would not hold together. Thanks to this God have a place to live.”

“But what life is this? In fear. In false belief. You can live somewhere else. Leave and create a new town.”

“That's easy for you to say. God is merciful but he does not forgets. He is immortal. He would be chasing us for ever. Until we repay our debt. By this I command you to leave. And the rest of you continue.” Again began the melodic singing.”

Kristof turned to the girl meekly rising to the altar.

“Why do you listen to him? Why do you not defend yourself?” She looked at him

”I would, but I have no choice. If he gets angry, everyone will suffer.” He ran after her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The crowd gasped and the old man shouted in all directions,

“Oh great and wise. Oh almighty. Come and punish this nonbeliever. Show him your power.“

Golden Temple on the hill began to shake. The earth trembled. Temple gate flew open and from its depths rushed giant snake. Huge golden scales glinting and reflected sunlight. He hissed menacingly and swallowed Kristof.

“No!”cried the girl. The old man said:

“Mighty God showed us how he punishes the guilty. Anyone who revolts his will would end in hell. Praise our God. Sing the song. Hear his wishes.”

People began to sing. The snake drew himself up in his entire length, enough to hide the sun. Suddenly he twisted and fell to the ground. From the serpent's body was sticking a sword. From behind him appeared Kristof. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.

“See?”he exclaimed. “Your God is dead. He was not immortal. He only used you for his own needs. And the city still stands. He was fooling you.” But as he spoke, the buildings began to dim and crumble. After a while nothing was left. The old man indignantly shouted:

“See what you did? God is dead, and the town now as well. You ruined our precious home.”

“But he saved a lot of lives.”said the girl. The man gave her a glare.

“It would never end. After my sacrifice would come other girls. Today's children, who have no idea what to expect, they will have to live in fear, who of them will go next. So it was until now, and it would have been over the next centuries. Although we do not have the gold we can live.”

“But our town is destroyed.”said a voice from the crowd.

“Exactly. This sinner put a curse on us!”said the old man.

“Stop already believe in the curses.” Kristof was persuading them.

“You can start a new life. Better life. Without unnecessary gods and without fear. You choose what you will do next. Nobody does not decide for you. Is it your way. You have to enjoy the life. You have to rejoice every day. Leave and create a new town. With wooden houses and real flowers in the gardens.”

“He's right.”said one young man. “Yes, let's go.”

“No. Wait!”said the old man. “You just want to leave our home? You really want to disobey God's will?”

“There is no God's will anymore.”replied the girl.

The crowd began cheering and followed Kristof toward a better life waiting for them. The life that will be remembered with a smile.