Riven Sol combines Lovecraftian horror with a space station setting.
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Rated PG-13 for violence, language, and mild nudity.
Shevacon February 8-10, 2013 Roanoke, VA
Natalya, that’s not really how to convince Lipe/Silence that you’re not nuts.
There’s an old saying: Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. In this case I’d suggest a similar saying: Just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean you’re deluded.
Yeah, poor Natalya is doomed to be the Cassandra of the orphanage.
I think the conspiracy theorists are out to get you.
Alternate dialog for today:
Panel 1: “Alright new kid, hands where I can see ‘em! Now give me your desert, or this fork goes in your neck!”
Panel 2: “I’d give it to her. She’s a few pecans short of a pie, if you know what I mean.”
Panel 3: “What was that, Arjuna? You want a knuckle sandwich for dessert??”
Panel 4: “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
I literally LOL’d at this.
There’s an old saying: Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. In this case I’d suggest a similar saying: Just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean you’re deluded.
Yeah, poor Natalya is doomed to be the Cassandra of the orphanage.
I think the conspiracy theorists are out to get you.
Alternate dialog for today:
Panel 1: “Alright new kid, hands where I can see ‘em! Now give me your desert, or this fork goes in your neck!”
Panel 2: “I’d give it to her. She’s a few pecans short of a pie, if you know what I mean.”
Panel 3: “What was that, Arjuna? You want a knuckle sandwich for dessert??”
Panel 4: “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
I literally LOL’d at this.