Further contemplation: They must have had some way to keep trimmed prior to achieving intelligent self-awareness. I’m assuming that the carapace growth had been an issue since their species acquired their current body formation. Digging into the sand to wait for prey wouldn’t provide enough abrasion to keep it thinned all the way back, but it might have helped dull the edges.
If they can self-groom at all, which obviously they must be able to, sapient self-awareness isn’t an issue. Any cat can groom itself.
I’m interested in He-Who-Knows-What-He-Did, I wonder if he will ever come up in the comic proper. It’s a harsh penalty even for a murderer, a lot of people would prefer death to decades and decades of immobility. I guess it’s likely we’ll never know What-He-Did, or his thoughts.
It’s time for Kass to do what she needs to do as a officer in the House Ivenmoth, and that is the time honored tradition of volunteering the unlucky. Which would be Lopin.
New excavation lore for Baxxid? Their spit being acidic?
A little surprise cuteness helps break the monotony of long engineering sessions.
Could this be how the Baxxid are able to so easily groom their exoskeletons?
Considering that their carapaces will keep growing without tending to it, it makes sense.
Further contemplation: They must have had some way to keep trimmed prior to achieving intelligent self-awareness. I’m assuming that the carapace growth had been an issue since their species acquired their current body formation. Digging into the sand to wait for prey wouldn’t provide enough abrasion to keep it thinned all the way back, but it might have helped dull the edges.
If they can self-groom at all, which obviously they must be able to, sapient self-awareness isn’t an issue. Any cat can groom itself.
I’m interested in He-Who-Knows-What-He-Did, I wonder if he will ever come up in the comic proper. It’s a harsh penalty even for a murderer, a lot of people would prefer death to decades and decades of immobility. I guess it’s likely we’ll never know What-He-Did, or his thoughts.
(FG07 for reference.)
I try to keep my comments short. I didn’t want to get into the whole tool-using, socializing thing (think tattoos).
Ah yes, Yinglet tossing, a sport just as time-honored as wife-tossing.
“….WAAAAAAAAAAIT A MINUTE”
It’s time for Kass to do what she needs to do as a officer in the House Ivenmoth, and that is the time honored tradition of volunteering the unlucky. Which would be Lopin.
And thus began the great cling ying fling thing
I tawt I taw a Yinglet
I did I did taw a Yinglet
XDDDD
SCIENCE!
And we need to know, do Yinglets land on their feet?
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XD !
I love how Valsalia can take an old shtick and make it new again!
I swear this could be straight out of a skit on the Muppet Show.
Did you ever get the feeling you saw something in your peripheral vision but weren’t certain that you saw what you thought you did?
Pythonesque.