Sorry about Sunday folks, twas a busy weekend full of excursions to interesting places and going-to-see-Wreck-It-Ralphs. Which was really good, by the way!
I’m starting to like June’s character more and more. I love how each person who is subjected to her gaze instantly gets the nervous sweat beads.
-Jesse
First comment!
I dont think Maxx would allow Aley to leave.
2nd comment!
Third comment!
Dryad:Bartender,a Tom Collins here, fast! or you’ll feel the wrath of the Long Hand of Dirt !!
Aley:Tom Collins ? Dafuq is that ?
Dryad:What did you say ? *takes dirt rod out of her pocket*
Aley:N….nn…..nothing…Tom Collins is coming !!!…Where dafuq can i found him now ? 😐
amazing comic also :0 congratz 🙂
P.S.- 1st 🙂
2nd
Wait, how does Cyril know her name?
Comic about girl-epathy.
Dryads like beer?
Time to start my Dryad Collection.
The propecy?! What’s the propecy? 😛
Awww noooo I spelled ‘prophecy’ wrong! This must be fixed.
No, you didn`t spell it wrong, Jesse!
Ahahah… that’s because I sneakily snuck in and changed it! Some people might consider that dishonest, but I like to stamp out these things.
propecy………THIS IS TERRARIAAA aka meaning BEAT ALL THE BOSSES
… The Dryad’s trust treshold is alarmingly low, must I say.
She’s 500 years old and has probably been killed by hundreds, if not thousands, of unskilled Terrarians. I can understand the anger issues.
The fact she’s 500 years old probably explain why she can use a really advanced version of the Dirt Rod.
It’s pretty subtle how the dirt hand is breaking there, didn’t notice it for a while.
I want the Fire Greatsword