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JManM4hCommentedA substantial portion of Invincible's tragedies can be avoided by Mark not being Mark, thus being incapable of learning things any other way than the hardest way possible. Kirkman is an extreme believer in the suffering of an MC making the story better, so Mark almost always made the dumbest choices possible so he could suffer more consequences.
What did you think? I think I should add the "slice of life" tag to this; I know there are many great events in "Invincible," but most of them can be avoided by doing X or Y thing. I don't want to simply repeat the canon. At the same time, I don't want an empty story that just goes from major Event A to major Event B.- JManM4hCommented
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He would seriously be worried about getting her pregnant, but he had long thought about such a problem and had found a solution in Flaxan. - JManM6hReplied to Eric8the4lost_
Agreed, when the deconstruction becomes the new trope it is time to revert and rediscover what was good in the first place.
This leaking sack of shit was pressuring my own older sister to join his stable of child hoes, enough for most to consider murdering him, and some of an aggressive sort to actually do it. There might have even been some karmic gains from such an act, after all killing a pedophile pimp is a saintly act so long as one doesn't think to hard about what those girls will do for a living now. Well paying low skill jobs growing on trees and such. - JManM6hReplied to iam_very_clazyCh 4 Sparrow's Gotta Gun! And A Sword Too!
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You see it happen in two of the three games. They are all children twisted by fey magic. The difference seems to be that Hobbes have figured out how to do it without the need of fairies. They also now do necromancy.
I spotted nine of the grey skinned diminutive variety clutching rusty weapons in their fat four fingered grips led by a single armor plated red skinned leader twice the size of the others in the unit. Like previously mentioned trouble in Albion comes in packs, and in this particular variety came with the dark implication of ten previous child victims at the very least. - JManM21hReplied to Eric8the4lost_
I'm not hundy on it, but I'm thinking of making Rose like the Hero from Fable 3, meaning mid AF. The Fable 3 hero was unable to process Experience to gain power and unable to natively use Will. He was carried entirely by a magic armory created by the Fable 2 hero. My guess is the creation of that armory is why The Hero of Bower Lake died of old age. He didn't use his Will to extend his life like Theresa and Garth, and instead cemented his legacy by pouring all his Will into the creation of the armory.
"Yeah, well, what if this… person… is actually trying to kill you to motivate me?" Rose snarked back with all the pluckiness of a preteen heroine as she pulled her pack up and readied to travel with me. - JManM21hReplied to Eric8the4lost_
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The rewards of my immoral abuse filled our vagrant's hovel, and I added split firewood to our trustworthy and average stove which kept the small space we claimed toasty and smoke free. I brushed Dogmeat's coat before changing into my night clothes and crawling under the covers with Rose. I'd grown taller than her this year, payoff for three years of bottom feeder grinding for experience points, the building blocks of a Hero's power in this world. Just two points at a time, one of Skill and one General, every time I struck down urban pests or took down a pigeon for dinner, my hunting aided by a Hero's moderate clairvoyance for objectives and more recently by my friendship with the loyal Dogmeat. I'd done this for over three years, since the age of five, and the results were… addictive. - JManM1dReplied to Eric8the4lost_
No.
I returned down the dark and icy cobblestone streets to my little corner of the world, a hilltop hut nestled between the three chimneys of homes pressed so tightly together one fire and they'd all be gone no doubt. I have slowly built up a comfortable dwelling here by cannibalizing building materials wherever I could find them, such as the bricks from the broken down wall nearby. I store everything I find on my travels in the remains of a collapsed shack nearby which doubles as a chicken coup. No use letting the damn things wander when they could be laying me eggs. - JManM1dReplied to Eric8the4lost_
Theresa used Lucian to rebuild the Spire thinking she could use its magic to remove evil from the world. She is arrogant.
Even more importantly, murdering Arfur creates a perfect reason for me to take my sister and flee Bowerstone. Each day I feel myself crushed between the twin millstones of the richest man in Albion, Lucious Fairfax, and the blind seeress, Theresa. I don't know what the woman sees exactly, but if her magic can gaze upon this scene all she will observe is a hardened street rat handling a predatory adult and fleeing the next morning once the city gates open. Who knows what kind of countermeasures the woman might bring to bear for her arrogant plan to eradicate evil in this world, but I know that if I stay still and go with the flow my older sister will die, so I must act even if it ultimately proves futile. - JManM1dReplied to tommy_king
Jorah bent the world over with just his knowledge and testicular fortitude. The final chapters were him reveling in a world that could do nothing to stop him and the finally confirms that nothing will ever change. Jorah will always be number one, he is the stallion that mounted the world, the ultimate dragon, the dark lord whose power reaches out across the map and makes everything conform to his will.
Arfur Finds Out He Has a Nemesis - JManM2dReplied to tommy_king
Yeah, that one finished weeks ago. It said so right in the final authors note.
Arfur Finds Out He Has a Nemesis - JManM5dReplied to JerryICh 24 Salvation
- JManM5dReplied to marsolinoCh 1 Arfur Finds Out He Has a Nemesis
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They keep the memories of the people they eat
When I got back to the Stranded camp Jack had set herself up as Queen of the Lost. She had the band of bitter survivalists wrapped around her finger, and why shouldn't she. Jack was an empress twice over with nearly a century of combat training and experience. There were few people I could think of in the worlds of fiction with her drive and survival instincts. To these sad fucks living off the corpse of their civilization she was a goddess come down to show them the way. - JManM9dReplied to Whitestair_Ivory
Fate Berserker Heracles hit him in the head with his stone sword, the blow that spawned the sequels.
"Run with those ideas, Kid." I pointed to the boy, "All sorts of things will let you down in life. You might one day wake up as a giant space lizard man a hundred and sixty years into the future, and everything and everyone you care about are gone. And you might use that giant space lizard man body to save the galaxy from massive robot cuttlefish, and you might think that you'll get your happily ever after, but no, you might discover your penis can fuck through the walls of the universe, and now you've lost it all again, except this time your penis brought your kick ass girlfriend along for the ride. And you might through the sweet magical science of your penis gain cannibal powers that cause you to eat the whomever you may have landed near upon arrival to this new universe, gaining their memories and adding their capabilities on top of your own. And maybe you build yourselves a new life in this new universe, only to discover that your smooth lizard cock has once again carved through the fabric of existence and deposited you somewhere else, and maybe it keeps doing it, over and over and every time you keep slipping more and more away from who you were but you're so far gone you can't take the time to care because doing so will crush you under the weight of everything you've lost, so you maybe just keep running forewords screaming about adventure and tiddies and other awesome things that keep the terrible dread of self reflection at bay. And maybe one day you'll be duking it out with a huge jacked Greek dude who hits you in the giant space lizard man head with a rock so hard your consciousness is flung across the omniverse to a place you have no idea about, and now you don't even have your girl anymore and it's just you. You and science. Keep hustling, Kid... I've had enough of this bank."