My goodness
Good...night? evening?...
it matters not
hello LBH
Howdy, Limbo! Nice to hear from you! It's evening here… that's close enough!
it defiantly felt like a canon ball going over Mercy's head with that boot huh?
good thing Sephie deduced her own opinion as to how it got there.
i do wonder how Sephie will react to the boot 'magically' disappear.
Yeah, Mercy definitely dodged a bullet! She'll be caught one of these days if she insists on bringing her work home with her… such artifacts are best left in their proper dimension. If the boot had happened to turn to sludge in Sephie's presence, she'd have tracked its scent like a bloodhound, doubtless right back to Mercy's connivance. A marvel like that couldn't have passed uninvestigated!
now the good doctor.
i do have to wonder is the creation a real human or a...by-product of hard research of the human?
the scene you warn about really reminds me of Re-Animator (the movie not the book -_-).
Well, thank you for the nice reference! Any comparison with director Stuart Gordon counts as a high compliment! As to your concern about the Putz components, let me affirm that Putsy hasn't been chopping up villagers for raw material; rather, he used minute samplings to culture the individual body parts. As such, the assembled whole has no residual identity; the Putz is a blank slate, just waiting for a personality to assert itself.
as for the, what we now know is a young lad, trying to go through his clans tradition into adulthood.
would have gone through the easier ro...huh?...there is no easier path?...
well at least he was adamant to not let out a giggle to his torturers.
quite the head on that boyos shoulders, huh?
True enough. The Stonedene brethren have a reputation for stolidness that Ijoli is honor-bound to try to maintain; one suspects that an hour more in the worm pit will put this proud history in some peril. Though the young man's sense of discretion is more likely to be compromised than his toughness… the prospect of spying out further tempting displays of the ladies' fetish training may yet lure him to his doom. Doesn't seem reasonable that I'd have introduced the poor fellow so recently only to toss him away in such cavalier fashion!
finally the last two things
first why does the name Samuel Blunt ring in my head?
Seen this, possibly?
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I found it after a short Google search. It had no influence on my naming choice (I only saw this afterward)… "Samuel Blunt" seemed a hardy early-American handle, like something one would expect of a Revolutionary War soldier. It was an impression I was eager to convey.
second, wow nice work on the ocean, i do hope to see what ventures the Feare gang go through in its massive tides
Thank you! I'm not terribly practiced at depicting ocean surges, and went to some trouble to get the look right. Am most delighted to learn the effort paid off! The Feare's will indeed become quite intimately acquainted with these lapping waters… the wagon portion of their trek alone has come to a close (more about this next chapter).
excellent work sir
especially pages 13-23
just the way it looks...ah
just marvelous
good day LBH
My grateful thanks, Limbo! Particularly kind of you to mention the look of the swamp setting… for such stark, simple landscape, it took considerable pains to achieve. We learn as we go, of course; the rigor taught me much about what I should have done to get the effect right. The next scene set in rolling fog should come out even better (fine… now I gotta come up with an excuse for more mire! Perfect planning!)
Another great chapter LBH!
Very kind of you to say so, Bombers! I'm delighted you enjoyed this latest! Frankly, I'm expecting interest to be slight… F/M always attracts less attention than the other way 'round. But it was well past time for some guys to be on the receiving end!
Ah... Simon Putsy Esq.... How I remember him well. I wonder what "Sweet Soled Test Subject" he could be talking about? Heh Heh... She must've been something REALLY special for him to be so irritated.
For a wise guy, Simon Putsy is a bit of a clod! Tossing away brilliant Teeva was an act of supreme dunder-headedness… to receive dross in the bargain is no better than the poor idjit deserved!
Certainly the lovely lady possesses something special! The grass may
seem greener on neighboring lawns, but our Podarian princess can out-emerald any tawdry shrubbery! Putsy was myopic indeed… he ought to own spectacles five inches thick!
Poor man, left to construct Frankenstein-like creations for research.... simple cosmic alien traded artifacts from beyond the stars can only last for so long, hard materials pale in contrast to superlatively sensitive skin... A man of his intellect should have realized this the moment that "Test Subject" was traded away for literally nothing but space junk... The phenakism of the trade itself seemed to have more value! 😀
A question arrises as to whether the bartered artifacts were, in fact, garbage or if Putsy simply hadn't the finesse to deconstruct them properly. Retro-engineering assumes that one is capable of comprehending the principles once they've been revealed… Putsy's expertise may simply not have been up to snuff. Then again, perhaps wily Dusty did take the over-eager bumpkin for a ride… little credit attaches to him in either scenario. Personally, I'd prefer superlative Teeva at my beck and call no matter what tantalizing trade had been offered!
How fortunate Mercy is as her Dreamtime footwear did not let the cat out of the bag! Sephie's curiosity amazes me as she tries to deduce the object from persons who could have brought it in, to what material it could be made of! I guess she's not sheriff for nothing!
Sephie is indeed possessed of incisive instincts… alas, fixating on minutia can rob one of a broader perspective. While Sheriff Mew might be a whizz a solving crime, her links to non-work related family warmth have all but withered into inertia. At least she's able to sense the loss, which is why she now clings so desperately to Mercy. The younger Mew still seems a touch reticent to reciprocate… likely she little appreciates the power she holds over her sister.
Poor Ijoli... I guess the price for peeking is a debt that is quickly paid... A "direct deposit" of torture collected on account of Fiona! If Ijoli hopes to learn anything on his "Twelvemonth" he better learn not to get caught again... or at least learn to like such stimulation if the former fails!
Now that's an interesting notion… one I haven't yet considered! There ought to be the possibility of male voluptuaries as well as female ones… thus far, we've witnessed only the potential the ladies can exercise! As you suggest, Ijoli would be far better off embracing the wake-walkers special fetish if he insists on getting in their way… twelve months would be an eternity of tickling damnation if one truly couldn't bear it! I know generally where the kid is headed in the next few chapters, but nothing long-term. He better display sound discression if he hopes to survive…
Lastly the beach scene is simply your best environmental display in the series! Amazing!
A treasured compliment, my most excellent Bombers… from an artist who is no stranger to striking environments! I knew that Angie's first view of the ocean had to be impressive, as it was meant to bowl her over. Plenty of specific referencing was needed… happily, the world's most expansive search-engine was able to deliver workable models within mere minutes! What a wondrous age we live in; this kind of access would have required days (if one could ever hope for it at all) when I was a nipper!
Wonderful job yet again LBH... I look forward to the rest! 😀
I'm all eagerness to bring it to you, my friend! Your enthusiasm is contagious and deeply energizing! All the motivation I'll ever want!
