I mean, we could all simply wait and see if the new location I've picked out is more conducive to evil or butterflies.
Your call.
There's a difference between "taking one for the team," and "being disemboweled for the team."
Really, there is.
It's ewer'e decision. We'll do what we have to do. That's all we can do.
I mean, we could all simply wait and see if the new location I've picked out is more conducive to evil or butterflies.
Your call.
They move...weirdly. Like they're on marionette strings. It's stilted or something. Like small bits of time are cut out RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU when they move. Milliseconds of natural movement, giving them an unnatural gait.Beware the butterflies??
BTW, Greg? You know that thing we...well...if it's still there and all, I mean. You know where I'm going with this and all, right? No use upsetting the others.
I guess I'm asking if there's some way to contain it so it doesn't make the trip with us. Not that I'm a bigot or anything. No, sir. But it has eaten a few earlier Horror mods, and I was just thinking, if we could distract it with a sheepy the instant before we moved...
Catch my drift?
See what you can do. Okay?
Meh, perhaps. But it's a fine line.
Okay, a jagged line, perhaps. But still.
The thing is, do you want to be remembered as a stand up sheep? A pillar of the pasture? A fearless protector of the flock? Or as the Anti-Christ of the Abattior?
It's ewer'e decision. We'll do what we have to do. That's all we can do.
Hmmm, well, if a coupla' tens of thousands of tons of Bolo sitting on top of it isn't enough there's the Shield of Ebon spell that, ahem, someone cast around it plus the anti-Cray minefield and the Claymores it'd have to get through.
We should be good for a few days, at least. Bob won't mind sitting on top of it and occasionally grinding his treads in place for a few days. I promised him he'd get to shoot his hellbores when we got back.
Butterflies are the escaped souls of the unrighteous dead trapped forever in this continuum. If you listen closely you can hear them screaming...it sounds kinda' like the rustling of wings.
But that means the sheep will follow us.
That's... actually pretty poetic. In a very Horror-y kind of way.
Between a normal living breathing sheep or an undead sheep, I would rather go with the first option, thankyouverymuch.
I'ma making haggis on Monday, Greg. I'll be needing that heart. His lungs and liver too. Is it possible to sacrifice, say, his thyroid instead?Can we still haul him up on top of the old Aztek pyramid out back and cut out his still-beating heart with an obsidian dagger and hold it to the heavens as a sacrifice to the Eater of Souls and Opener of the Ways?
Please...?
I'll throw sparkly stuff in the air and all around the sacrificial altar, I promise.
Right. I honestly don't understand why this isn't obvious to everyone.So... butterflies are extra-dimensional/temporal beings?
See!I never looked at it that way, but it would explain the weird, gooey process that happens when they go from caterpillar to butterfly. Did you know they essentially *liquefy* inside a cocoon?
Exactly. Have we learned nothing from sexy vampires? Nothing *that* beautiful can be harmless.Nobody suspects the butterfly!