Showing posts with label actual doom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label actual doom. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Unpleasant dreams

8/14/07:You'd think Papa Liō would be well aware of the kinds of stories his son likes. He must be - there's a resigned glumness to his face as he alters the storyline. Perhaps he wished, in vain, that he might cultivate a sense of pleasantry and normality in his son? Yet at his son's clear dislike, he gives up and allows Liō to instead dream, nut of sugar plums, but of terror and destruction. In the end, Papa Liō knows that this is his child's fate as he looks up to Heaven and asks silently "Are you *sure* he's one yours?"

Friday, June 29, 2007

Predators for Fun and Profit

6/29/07You know, it's never said that's Liō's dragon. But he doesn't seem to upset when the man is kidnapped, and he's certainly quite happy that the guy's wallet has now become his by virtue of the man's being devoured. I'd wager that if that dragon doesn't belong to our Dark Child, then he's probably made a habit of stalking the area waiting for this sort of thing to happen. Those giant robots, plutonium jars, dinosaurs, and 8-legged-sweaters do not come cheap.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Pain and Suffering

For some reason I thought yesterday had an update. In supplication, double post!

6/27/07
I'm probably more amused than I should be by the chiding laughter of the birds at Liō's failure to fly. Did the Wright brothers, in their initial failures to achieve flight, ever receive such cruel reactions from the very species they were attempting to emulate?

6/28/07
And so Papa Liō quickly dies on the beach after giving his very last breath for the enjoyment of his only son. Liō, either unaware of his passing or unconcerned by it, joyously forges a path into the ocean using the result of his father's lethal actions.