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July 25 - August 13, 2024
“I’m not a god, Jason, even a temporary one. That’s blasphemy.” “That’s—” “Kind of your thing, I know.
Below him was the town, the small mountain behind it not much more than a very large hill. Even so, having a mountain fortress in the shape of his own head ticked one of the big-ticket items off his bucket list.
“Still doesn’t change what we have to do,” Colin said. “We fight, we win, we eat what’s left. Oh, don’t look at me like that; there aren’t any vegans here.”
“Also, how is setting them free worse than eating them? That is what you suggested, right?” “It would make for better planning,” Colin said. “How do you figure that?” Jason asked. “I think better on a full stomach.”
Gordon’s orbs flashed a sequence that pointed out that Colin belonged to a species that devoured every living thing on entire planets, suggesting he was incapable of having a full stomach. “That’s a good point,” Jason said as Colin glared at Gordon. “Do you even have a stomach?” “Do you not remember when I ate that world-taker worm queen?” Colin complained. “It took me weeks to sleep that meal off.” “Ooh, you’re right,” Jason conceded. “He’s got you there, Gordon.” Gordon flashed more lights in response and Colin jabbed a finger in his direction. “I do not look fat!”
“They’re not children,” Jali said. “We come into being with ancestral knowledge. Language; an understanding of the cosmos. The ways of conquest and war.” “Knowledge is not wisdom. It’s not experience.
Yes, it would be more practical, but the thing about good and evil is that no one ever chooses evil. They choose selfishness or prejudice or easy answers over hard truths. They choose the expedient path, even if it means getting their hands a little dirty because they can make up for it later, right? Sometimes getting your hands dirty is what it takes. The ends justify the means.”
Joking helps, trust me. I tried being super-serious and I turned into an angry prick.”
That Jason didn’t register to Rick’s senses, despite his aura pervading everything else, added to the uncanny sense that his friend was not a person but a dimensional phenomenon.
Jason’s head-shaped mountain fortress was no less villainous on the inside than the exterior.
She frowned but put her fingers around Clive’s throbbing shaft. “I don’t like this sensation,” she said. “You’ll get used to it,” Clive assured her. “I’ve found that most people come to enjoy how it feels. I think it’s the girth that puts them off at first.” “I can handle the girth. I’m just not comfortable with it throbbing in my hand like this.” “Even so, you should just use your hand until you know what you’re doing. Use both hands if you prefer.” “I think you may be overestimating the length. What even is it?”
come to recognise that Jason wasn’t without virtue, but remained convinced that Jason had unscrupulously seduced her through otherworldly culinary delights.
“You didn’t pull out any notes before drawing out the magic diagram,” Emir observed. “No,” Clive confirmed. “It’s a rather niche ritual to have memorised.” “I didn’t have it memorised,” Clive told him. “I just made it up.” “You just invented a complex, wide-area ritual, off the top of your head?” Clive snorted a laugh. “Sure, complex.” “Clive, I’d try and poach you for my treasure-hunting operation again. I’m just not sure I can afford to pay you what you’re worth.”
“I can turn the sound on if you like,” the rabbit offered. “I wouldn’t bother, though. It’s mostly grunts and sizzling noises, like a porn movie set in a steakhouse.”
“That damn rabbit,” he grumbled. “You really think Jason made him somehow?” “He keeps spouting off nonsense that no one has ever heard of and doesn’t seem to care.” “That’s Jason alright.”
Like, what’s a turducken about? Is it a weird animal sex thing that went horribly, horribly wrong?”
You are not hiding behind a familiar this time, Asano. You are mine to deal with.” “You should be careful with statements like that,” Jason said. “My friend Clive’s wife said the same thing, and that turned into a whole mess. I mean, worth it, but still.”
We need to kill a lot more priests.” “Gary,” Jason said. “You just gave me a little atheist chubby.”
“Fine,” Clive said, his tone reluctant. “It was my wife.”
“You’re messengers.” “That’s racial profiling.” “Tough. Your entire species is an Iranian wearing a ‘death to America’ t-shirt through airport security. You don’t like those terms, you can sod off back to your mountain.”
you probably shouldn’t go trying to eat gods.” Colin took on a childish, sullen expression, kicking at the red desert dirt. “I bet if we fought the god of sandwiches, you’d eat it,” he grumbled under his breath.
Once we’re done with this little misadventure, you might just find yourself reaching the other side of the board.” “What does that mean?” “That once you’re done here, there are already people waiting to reward you. And you know the reward for a job well done.” “Another job.”
“If the spirit is willing, do you think it matters if the body is weak? In this place? You think that’s air you’re breathing?”
He turned into a massive version of Humphrey, as large as the avatar and Taika’s robot. He had a bushy moustache and was naked other than for a sandwich board with VOLTRON written across the front and back.
“STASH!” Humphrey roared. “Put on some pants!”
He was standing on the ground, sending a line of massively overweight Jason clones awkwardly waddling towards the avatar, many of them tripping and having trouble getting back to their feet.
since this is the most Jason fight you’ll ever have, you may as well go wild.” “Hey,” Taika called out. “Does anyone know how to attach a chain gun to a pogo stick?”
Humphrey sipped at his beer and then peered into the mug, his expression startled. “This tastes like… the feeling you get when a litter of adorable puppies jumps all over you.”
I have heard both Rufus Remore and his father Gabriel mention that their family runs a school.”
There’s something critical you’ll need to know before that, though.” “Which is?” “Have you ever heard of drinking games?”
“You’re saying that in Jason’s mind,” Gabriel said, “infrastructure and supplies means a mountain shaped like his head?”
“WEATHER MACHINE!” Jason yelled joyously over him. A fluffy white cat leapt into Jason’s lap and he started petting it. The cat had a bushy moustache.
Farrah gained the power to form bonds of trust, allowing her to copy knowledge from another person like a skill book. It had allowed her to rapidly learn about Earth from Jason, including a lot of information she wished she hadn’t. However useful a qualitative comparison of different Voltrons might have recently proven, there were things in her memory now she never wanted and rarely admitted to possessing.
“How long have you been there?” “Long enough to realise that Nik doesn’t properly appreciate a shadowy flight into the world of a man who does not exist.”
“I love you, you big hairy sod.” “Of course you do. I’m amazing.”
It’s weird that an alternate reality has the metric system and the Americans still can’t figure it out.”
“WHY ARE YOU A GIANT CHICKEN?” Neil’s voice rose over the sounds of battle. “I’m a cockatrice!” Stash yelled proudly. “Look, I turned that guy to stone.” “That guy was already stone!” Neil yelled back. “He’s a stone elemental messenger. YOU’RE A GOD-DAMNED CHICKEN!” “Humphrey, Neil’s being mean to me!” “Both of you shut up,” Humphrey told them. Stash flapped forward, past Humphrey’s dragon bone condors. “What are you doing?” Neil yelled, gripping huge feathers to keep his balance. “You better not drop me in the middle of the enemy!” Stash let out a rooster crow that sent shock waves blasting
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I’d rather be a fond memory you get to revisit from time to time than an obligation that you have to.”
Neil was complaining loudly. “What do you mean, no sandwich bar?” “That’s more of a yacht thing,” Taika said. “Submarines are kind of tricky when you don’t have magic.”
“I always imagined the goddess of Wind as a Susan.” “Susan?” “It’s got that wooshing sound. SOO-san. Like the wind.” “This conversation is going to get us both killed. Probably by the god of Idiocy.” “What do you think of Steve as a name for the god of Idiocy?” “I thought the idea was that Undeath’s real name was Steve.” “There can be more than one Steve.”
“You can’t use the chair?” “I am the chair.”
“So why me?” Jason asked. “What makes me different?” “It’s the power,” Velius said, still woozy but looking better for the food. “If you do this, if you turn the Sundered Throne back into the Cosmic Throne, then you’ll be sitting on it.”
“So, to summarise,” Jason said, “you want to turn my soul into a cosmic war zone for entities that could wipe me out of existence with no more effort than wanting to.”
A chance to be something more than a puppet on the strings of a mad god.
A moustachioed dog, despite the table full of food, was sneaking up on Neil’s sandwich.
“They want to send me into space in a magic coconut,” Taika said.
Take it from someone who already jumped worlds: sometimes compassionate strangers can be exactly what you need.”
maybe you can do something for me. When you find yourself uncertain of a choice, or wondering if you’re doing the right thing, maybe think back on your old leonid friend, and see if you can’t find a way to choose compassion.”
He could no longer have a mortal body because his time as a mortal was done.
The most horrible thing he saw within the horde chilled his blood: a street gang from eighties television. They were all white guys with no tattoos but wore leather jackets and bandanas around their foreheads. “Come on, guys!” one of them yelled. “Let’s show them what the Downtown Beat Boys can do!” “Oh, this is going to get weird,” Jason muttered to himself.
