Senshi1
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This week's batch of visual vomit for y'all to glare at in mild disgust.
1. A decidedly slippery character...
2. Even tough guys have feelings.
3. He who laughs last laughs longest.
4. Here is a line hinting to the nature of the fourth attatchment.
You may notice that the batch is down to four this week, as opposed to my usual five. Well, the reason for that is that I have tried drawing the fifth strip, but its content is annoying me far too much to even think straight, let alone draw.
Therefore I'm afraid that this weeks fifth attatchment will be presented to you in the form of a play instead of an image. You can read it below.
Note: The theme of the play is the British soap opera "Coronation Street", so I'm afraid that unless you're from Britain, you probably won't get it. In which case, I'll make it up to you next week by drawing a picture of Queen Elizabeth II kicking ass and taking names - nobody here can tell me they haven't heard of the Queen of England.
Attatchment V
By Senshi
Enter Gail Platt
Gail: Woe is me! Alas! Alack! Upon my very shoulders doth this miserable world rest! Canst nobody heal my sufferings? Dost nobody share my agony? Alas!
Enter Phil [the Scottish feller]
Phil: Silence, wench! (He strikes her to the ground) Your pitiful whinging maketh my very skin crawl with disgust! Hark - the boot of the Nation doth crush thy windpipe! (He kicks Gail hard in the stomach)
Enter David Platt
David: You villainous scoundrel! You despicable cad! You unbearable cur! Plant not your evil boot into thy mother's windpipe, lest I bring on thine own brand of justice!
Phil: Shut thy bastarding mouth, you swine! For you too bring down upon this Nation the wrath of thy arrogant ways! I doth take it upon myself to represent the interest of millions when I doth stain my blade with your worthless blood!
Phil draws his sword
David: Help! Ho! Murder!
Phil: Silence, ye vile boy! On thy blade you shall utter no more evil!!
He kills David with his sword
Phil: Alas, the day doth turn to night,
These cads have succumbed to my might.
Malicious words thy blade hast ended,
Villains like these are not defended.
Speak these words, they shall not fade:
"The Platts have fallen to Phil's blade!"
Exeunt
The End
1. A decidedly slippery character...
2. Even tough guys have feelings.
3. He who laughs last laughs longest.
4. Here is a line hinting to the nature of the fourth attatchment.
You may notice that the batch is down to four this week, as opposed to my usual five. Well, the reason for that is that I have tried drawing the fifth strip, but its content is annoying me far too much to even think straight, let alone draw.
Therefore I'm afraid that this weeks fifth attatchment will be presented to you in the form of a play instead of an image. You can read it below.
Note: The theme of the play is the British soap opera "Coronation Street", so I'm afraid that unless you're from Britain, you probably won't get it. In which case, I'll make it up to you next week by drawing a picture of Queen Elizabeth II kicking ass and taking names - nobody here can tell me they haven't heard of the Queen of England.
Attatchment V
By Senshi
Enter Gail Platt
Gail: Woe is me! Alas! Alack! Upon my very shoulders doth this miserable world rest! Canst nobody heal my sufferings? Dost nobody share my agony? Alas!
Enter Phil [the Scottish feller]
Phil: Silence, wench! (He strikes her to the ground) Your pitiful whinging maketh my very skin crawl with disgust! Hark - the boot of the Nation doth crush thy windpipe! (He kicks Gail hard in the stomach)
Enter David Platt
David: You villainous scoundrel! You despicable cad! You unbearable cur! Plant not your evil boot into thy mother's windpipe, lest I bring on thine own brand of justice!
Phil: Shut thy bastarding mouth, you swine! For you too bring down upon this Nation the wrath of thy arrogant ways! I doth take it upon myself to represent the interest of millions when I doth stain my blade with your worthless blood!
Phil draws his sword
David: Help! Ho! Murder!
Phil: Silence, ye vile boy! On thy blade you shall utter no more evil!!
He kills David with his sword
Phil: Alas, the day doth turn to night,
These cads have succumbed to my might.
Malicious words thy blade hast ended,
Villains like these are not defended.
Speak these words, they shall not fade:
"The Platts have fallen to Phil's blade!"
Exeunt
The End