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Ésta es una de mis páginas favoritas.

[megawackymax]

"Happy Birthday!!", they say. "Meh," I reply. Don't mind the grumpy cartoonist, he's actually extremely thankful (he just finds it difficult to express those feelings). Many known faces in this pic. Some of them come all the way back from 2005. Wow.

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Plug & Play 03: Argentinian Indies

It’s time for another Bits & Bytes special, which means we’re back at the Plug & Play bar, this time to welcome two characters from brand new Argentinian Indie games!

The First one is Juanito, from Juanito Arcade Mayhem. The other one is Fidel, from Fidel Dungeon Rescue. Go give them your support!!

And you can support me by donating to my Patreon!

[lurking-lilibeth]

Dusk, night, and dawn.

[futureman34]

Part 2

Parthax came to with a start. The room was dark and quiet as faint pale moonlight streamed inside. He blinked and realized he was still in his room, but the darkness told him a couple of hours had passed since he last remembered anything. His mind was reeling, but he couldn’t tell what from. He had never lost time like this before and there was no telling what caused it. The last thing he remembered was Gretha, a young woman slightly older than him who had sought to put another virgin mark on her belt, coming onto him inside the chapel. They had snuck up to his room and started kissing and touching. Parthax had never had anyone pay this much attention to him much less want to be with him this way, so he didn’t care the reason and his young mind craved it. The last thing he remembered was both of them standing there naked as the low sunset bathed them in soft yellow light. She had leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Her hands had slid down his body and grasped hold of him. Then it was as if something inside of him had taken advantage of the opportunity to grab hold of his mind while it was still focused on the new pleasure. He couldn’t remember anything after that.

Once he had his bearings, he could now smell the faint scent of copper in the air. His chest was wet and sticky, but he couldn’t tell why. He hoped it was the result of the past couple of hours continuing the way they had started. He put his hand down onto the sheets. It was wet and sticky there too. He smiled as he thought of his prowess causing this much fluid to be everywhere. He brought it to his lips to see what it tasted like. His eyes grew wide and filled with horror. It was blood. He touched his chest and held it into the moonlight. His hand was stained red, gleaming against his white scales. That was when he noticed the sprawled figure next to him. It was Gretha. She was covered in blood and bite marks that were still bleeding freely. He reeled in horror at first before springing back to check on her. He felt for a pulse like Ioth had taught him years before. There was one, but it was barely there. He rushed out of the room towards his adopted father’s room.

Ioth had just gone to bed 30 minutes before. He had seen Gretha and Parthax sneak off to his room a couple of hours before, but paid it no attention. If the boy wanted to have sex, he was of age now and it was his own prerogative. Ioth simply went about his normal routine of snuffing the torches and all around shutting down the temple for the evening. The fact that they hadn’t come down yet was altogether impressive for the boy. Even if he was a failure at everything else it was good that he finally found something to be decent at. He finished closing the temple and drifted off to sleep.

Parthax burst into the room in a panic. He sprang onto Ioth to wake him up. “Father! Come quick! It’s an emergency! Please! She’s going to die!” He wailed and yelled distraught. Ioth sprang to his feet and dashed past Parthax towards the boy’s room. His mind was already swimming with a thousand ideas of what the emergency was. He raced into the room and gasped at what he saw. On the bed laid Gretha, her brass scales splattered with blood all over her body. Blood pooled next to her head where a large bite had been taken out of her neck. There were scratches and bites all over her body and many showed signs of bleeding. The sheets and pillows were also covered in smears of blood, signs of struggle and thrashing were all over the bed and parts of the room. Blood splatter was on the far wall and the wall next to the bed. Ioth turned and looked at the boy he had had to adopt and saw the blood on his chest, up his neck, around his mouth, and on his arms and hands. It had always been speculated what it meant when it was said that double blooded spellscales showed the nature of their dragon heritage. It had been so long since it had come up that it was forgotten what it meant. Now here it was before him in all its horrendous glory. He didn’t have time for that now. Ioth rushed to the girl’s side and felt for a pulse. Parthax chimed in “She’s still alive! I felt her pulse. Save her, please!” Ioth began closing her wounds and healing her with his magic. He felt her barely breathing, but he couldn’t feel her pulse getting any stronger. She had lost so much blood it was going to take a miracle to save her. He lifted her frail form and looked at the frightened monster he called a son. “Go get two quills and a clean knife. And hurry! If we don’t act fast, she’s dead!” He ran down and placed her on a table. He was able to stop the bleeding, but the question now was if she had enough left to survive what he needed to do, if it worked at all. 

Parthax rushed down to Ioth’s study and grabbed two quill pens and his long sharp knife that he kept in his desk. He rushed back and found Ioth sitting next to her on the table. “About time, boy! Now you’re going to have to help me, and if you fuck this up like you do everything else, she’s dead. So pay attention and do exactly what I say!” Ioth grabbed the knife and quickly cut off the feathers of both quills and then sliced them in such a way that they slid into each other airtight. He looked at Parthax with anger and disdain and said, “Now comes the important part, should something happen to me by Desna do NOT let the quills slip!” With that Ioth stuck out his arm and sliced deeply down the middle of the inside of his elbow. He winced at the pain. It was blinding, but it was what he had to do. He looked inside the bleeding gash and found the artery inside. He pulled at the flesh to expose it better and looked at the still figure on the table. Working through the blinding pain he made an incision on her wrist, trying to be careful as one missed cut and she was dead. Blood barely oozed out of her wrist as he worked the knife as gently as he could until he found her vein. He exhaled deeply and looked at Parthax. “Usually I would say the person that caused the damage should be the one doing this, but considering what you are I think that your blood should either be on the floor or inside you only. Now when I do this you’re going to have to help me get the quill inside her vein. I won’t be able to see. Don’t screw this up, boy.” He picked up the quills and with a quick and precise jab stuck the quill tip into his exposed artery. Blood began pouring out of the quill onto the table. He turned his arm over above her exposed wrist. “Now boy! Hurry!” Parthax grasped the quill as blood poured out. He lined it up with the vein which began to be obscured by the blood pouring out of the quills. With a sharp motion he stabbed the quills into her vein. He could see the vein coursing the blood through her. After about a minute the blood flow began to subside. Parthax turned to his father, “It’s clotting! It’s still not enough!” Ioth swore under his breath and cast a spell on himself to make the blood flow freely again. He was starting to feel light-headed. It wasn’t bad, but if she didn’t improve soon it was going to be too much for him. He was too old for this sort of thing, but he’d rather die than have that monster’s blood in anyone else’s veins. Gretha began stirring and groaning and reached unconsciously for her wrist. Parthax grabbed her hands and pinned them down so she couldn’t move. “It’s okay Gretha, everything is going to be ok,” Parthax said both reassuringly and hopefully. Suddenly Ioth wavered momentarily and lost his balance. The quills pulled free of Gretha and her wrist began to bleed profusely. Ioth was just able enough to close her wound before collapsing to the ground. Parthax plugged the quill still sticking out of Ioth’s arm before running off. He came back almost immediately with one of Ioth’s scrolls. “Please let this work. Please.” He put his hand over the wound on his father’s arm and slowly and carefully said the words written on the scroll. His hand glowed slightly and the wound began closing up. As he finished the scroll he removed his hand and saw that it was entirely healed... except for the fact that the quills were now sticking out of his now closed up arm, but as long as the quills were closed off, it would be fine. He sat there next to the 2 unconscious people and wept bitterly. What was he? What happened? How did this happen? He didn’t know anything, but he knew it was his fault. And that was the worst pain of all.

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Zess tiene razón; son una plaga.

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Un resumen de los pesares de Gretha, y de cómo Nolan aprovecha la volada para darle trabajo a nueva co-protagonista del webcomic.

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Gretha no es un personaje chato.

O sea... Bueno, ustedes me entienden.

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Ésto fue originalmente publicado cuando salió la PlayStation 4... y esa otra consola que DEFINITIVAMENTE yo no apoyé en Kickstarter.

Esto se va a volver un chiste recurrente.

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Nos pasa a todos.

A TODOS.

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Cómo lloramos los fanáticos cuando Nintendo canceló el Swapnote original en la Nintendo 3DS...

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La llegada de Gretha Vampira, y un verdadero susto de parte de Mama.

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Originalmente publicado un día de la madre, como corresponde.

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Aguante Pokémon X.

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Finalmente, el evento de Cyberix con la presencia estelar del viejo equipo de Malditos Nerds, entre los cuales estaba cierto pelado dibujante fanático de Dwarf Fortress.

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El grupo llega a Cyberix. Y por cierto, no hubo cosplay de Gretha, pero qué momento Meta, ¿eh?