Chapter brought to you by Aoi, Deus, Eno, and me uwu
Thank you for your patience y’all.
No riddle as thanks.
Chapter brought to you by Aoi, Deus, Eno, and me uwu
Thank you for your patience y’all.
No riddle as thanks.
I’ve been busy, but I heard you dissenters. Rejoice!
I bring to you the 112th Chapter!
Yes. It’s been 5 months since last update. I’ve been painfully aware ok 🙁
Next chappie should be out sooner than not though
(We got some of our big bosses back uwu )
Again, special thanks to:
Aoi (TL)
Deus (PR)
No special games today, so just click the link below 🙂
Hello, it is again I. Myuu.
I’m aware it’s now May.
Yes, we’re not dead.
We’re just dead struggling :’)
…
If ya’ll ever see Aoi around, that’s our TL. Praise him 😀
Anyways! Big Boss is still out of commission.
A SecondWind came and prodded at us to pick up some speed.
And a special thanks to a guest PR: Anonymous Jackal.
So shall we play an old game?
Duck…Duck…HoNk
Hello, it is I, Myuu.
Big Boss got swallowed by the void.
I’ve been forgoing sleep to get this out faster…
Especially considering the hiatus orz
How do I link the chapter…ah yes…here we go~
Chapter here
Sincerely,
The Magnanimous Myuu
Halloween release! This calls for—
Let it go~♪ Let it go~♪
What? Where did that come from? Where was I… The puzz—
Let it go~♪ Let it go~♪
Author, plz.
Let it go~♪ Let it go~♪
Fine. Whatever. I give up.
PS. Don’t do this a home kids. The Mouse is mighty and rich in lawyers.
I had a dream. I dreamt that I would finish this project by the end of the year. Then, suddenly, September came to an end and I got woken up by the fact my translators went all Schrödinger. They are apparently alive, but at the same time very, very dead. Curse you quantum physics, why must you be a part of reality. By the way, Schrödinger’s thought experiment involved a cat. Thought you might want to know.
Anyhow, chapters.
It’s been a while so I commissioned one of those from a friend. Thanks, nomad. I know you’re not reading this, but appreciated nonetheless.
So, this chapter reminded me of that one comedic routine. Very inappropriate, offended all kinds of people. Couldn’t tell why, really. Just look at this very educational exchange below. It teaches you that practice is bad, the facilities are no longer nice, and it’s all about the proper location. Simply priceless fount of wisdom!
Achmed: (…) Knock-knock !
JD: Who’s there ?
Achmed: Me. I kill you.
JD: So look, as a suicide-bomber have you had a training ?
Achmed: Of course we have the suicide-bomber training camp.
JD: Ah ! Is there a nice facility ?
Achmed: It used to be…
JD: What happened ?
Achmed: New guy… the idiot kinda practiced!
JD: What do you guys learned from that ?
Achmed: Location, location, location.
Excuse me for not linking to the source, I recall this being banned in some of the Muslim countries. No need to trigger the censors needlessly.
On an unrelated note – we’re out of stockpile, so the next chapter will take a while. Second half of September probably.
Pete
I remember there was a fluffy white creature involved in my riddles in the past, but I can’t quite recall what manner of being it was exactly. Shame. Maybe it would help me make sense of the story below.
One day, a Snake, a Bunny, and a Banker went into a bar.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my friend!” said the Bunny to the Banker. “The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!”
The Snake, hearing this, downed his bottle in one swig and grumbled with regret, “Here I go again on my own…”
LAUNCELOT: Well taken, Concorde!
CONCORDE: Thank you, sir! Most kind.
LAUNCELOT: And again… Over we go! Good. Steady! And now, the big one…Ooof! Come on, Concorde!
[thwonk]
CONCORDE: Message for you, sir.
[fwump]
LAUNCELOT: Concorde! Concorde, speak to me! “To whoever finds this note, I have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me. I am in the tall tower of Swamp Castle.” At last! A call, a cry of distress! This could be the sign that leads us to the Holy Grail! …Brave, brave Concorde! You shall not have died in vain!
CONCORDE: Uh, I’m-I’m not quite dead, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Well, you shall not have been mortally wounded in vain!
CONCORDE: Uh, I-I think uh, I could pull through, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Oh, I see.
CONCORDE: Actually, I think I’m all right to come with you–
LAUNCELOT: No, no, sweet Concorde! Stay here! I will send help as soon as I have accomplished a daring and heroic rescue in my own particular… (sigh)
CONCORDE: Idiom, sir?
LAUNCELOT: Idiom!
CONCORDE: No, I feel fine, actually, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Farewell, sweet Concorde!
CONCORDE: I’ll-uh, I’ll just stay here, then, shall I, sir? Yeah.
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Hi,
It’s us. We’re not quite dead yet ( though the Summer is certainly trying ).
Enjoy,
Pete