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NRGComics [2021-06-01 02:51:38 +0000 UTC]
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bel0919 [2021-05-30 17:39:38 +0000 UTC]
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Touch-Not-This-Cat [2021-05-30 17:25:30 +0000 UTC]
They were too scared of the “witch” or whatever or whomever she believes to be the witch is. But this creep? He’s a pure mercenary pretending to be a chivalrous knight, at least among their people. Out here away from them, he lets his true self let loose. Clearly, There was no further profit in continuing to serve her father.
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Jinksa [2021-05-30 16:56:03 +0000 UTC]
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OmarSzkarr [2021-05-30 16:38:10 +0000 UTC]
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Touch-Not-This-Cat In reply to OmarSzkarr [2021-05-30 17:20:41 +0000 UTC]
Can you even BEGIN to imagine the STENCH of his rotting flesh?!? Ever been downwind of a beached whale carcass? This would be like three adult blue whales, stacked end to end!
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It was a LOOOOONG time before anyone could settle in those bones, I assure you!
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Touch-Not-This-Cat In reply to Nuclearpasta [2021-05-30 19:23:13 +0000 UTC]
🤔....since nothing seems to have succeeded in cracking them open for the marrow, I have to assume they are, essentially, unbreakable.
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Touch-Not-This-Cat In reply to Nuclearpasta [2021-05-31 01:11:30 +0000 UTC]
However, insects should have been able to gain access to the marrow via blood pores, if those are proportionally the same as a human’s, relatively speaking. At that size, some pores might even be large enough to allow mice inside.
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Touch-Not-This-Cat In reply to Nuclearpasta [2021-05-30 19:20:39 +0000 UTC]
On the other hand, vast flocks of vultures roosted in the millions nearby and wanted for nothing for many generations.
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Touch-Not-This-Cat In reply to bel0919 [2021-05-30 19:42:52 +0000 UTC]
The behemoth’s stomach took fifty years after its death to fully bloat, and was so vast that it actually widened the valley, pushing solid rock away like loose sand.
While all other creatures were safely far away as none could stand to be within 500 miles, Thousands of vultures died the day they finally broke through, their hollow bones shattered from the force of the cacophony, while many others caught on the wrong side of the wind suffocated in the nearly pure cloud of methane. Hours Later, a small village of outcasts, the dredges of their harsh world, lived for as close as anyone could possibly dare, as they had nowhere else to go, heard the ominous thunder of the explosion and trembled in terror at what new caprice the gods had in store for them.
On that last, tragic night, the cloud reached them, and every cook fire, active forge, and simple lamp, ignited it. They all died almost instantly, and not even ash was left by the following morning.
The vultures’ numbers soon recovered, and would suffer no further such incident. They wanted for nothing for many generations thereafter.
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