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GRIMM: Hi. I’m the spooky skeleton man. ‘Called Grimm round these parts. You?
PENCIL: HI, I’m P-pencil. Nice to meet you.
Steven: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THIS?
Pencil: Would you really brag if you had the name Pencil?
Steven: Fine... Well hey, at least I know you don’t like Olive Gard-
Pencil: *looking to Grimm* Oh, and I LOVE rubiks cubes.
Steven: COME ON!!!
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You turn around, only to find...
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
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You open the book. It’s various pictures weirdly describing your journey so far, and some indecipherable script...
Someone must’ve spilled some ink!
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As you step out of the indecipherable void, you see a strange book...
You wonder what it is.
You’d have opened it already, if you didn’t have the feeling someone was following you.
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(Keeping this the way it is because it’s intentionally scratchy.)
WHY MUST ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END?
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Meanwhile...
(Keeping this art the way it is because it’s not ugly or distracting)
BUNNY: Where. Are. My. PILLS.
???: I... I don’t... I don’t know. I saw someone take them.
BUNNY: You... you did?
???: Ye-yeah... He was that kid with the long nose, I think...
BUNNY: Move over, pipsqueak. I have someone else to hurt now.
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Open the tin of gold.
It’s a bunch of pills!
The Floating Socrates Heads are disappointed in your shenanigans.
You eat the pills...
WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FABULOUS?
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Realize you’ve wandered into non-euclidean space.
Somehow you managed to find your way into non-euclidean space just by going right! Who knows. Not me. I wonder what’s in that tin of “Gold.” It does seem weirdly light to be actual gold.
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Realize you ran straight into someone’s backyard.
He seems visibly distressed, too!
At least you know where the blood on that sword came from.
STEVEN (oh yeah, that’s the nose man’s name); ...Hi?
???: I JUST GOT MY ARM CUT OFF TODAY.
Steven; By that rabbit person over there, right?
???: YEAH.
Steven; Well, can we.. um.. team up?
???: SURE. JUST ONE THING... I... I HATE OLIVE GARDEN.
Steven; WHAT did you just say?
???: I HATE OLIVE GARDEN.
Steven; ...I...I... Fine. But the moment we stop hunting this humanoid lagomorph, you and me split up.
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(Keeping this post the way it is because it’s intentionally scratchy.)
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Go even MORE right.
This is slightly incredibly terrifying.
But I wonder if that gold is anything valuable...
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=Go right.=
The little man seems visibly distressed!
(I’m keeping this, both as a memento to the original art style and because I’m too lazy to redo this gif. Look at those freaky bird talon-hands!)
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=Open the door.=
The hat inside is the most immaculate, luxurious hat you’ve seen in your entire life. You rush to put it on your head!
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REDUX! (This used to have an utterly terrible art style, but thanks to my meh image editing skills it is now less terrible! HE HAS HANDS!)
(There was witty commentary about narration here in the vein of Stanley Parable, but it no longer applies.)
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INFO
This is a backup plan in case Blogspot crashes and burns. If it does, the comic will have a small period of being... incompletely hosted. Hopefully we’ll have the full collection up soon.
Thanks!
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