Well, the Wizard is Mr. Green, which would indicate an A-Sig fraud, but on the other hand the balloon was an actual means of leaving Oz, so I’ll have to give you a firm “I dunno.”
Well, Gavotte asserted that she was from the planet Lovetron, and in fact (I think), that all bees were from Lovetron. She had planned to go back there, but then decided that she needed to stay a little longer, so, unless Gavotte was lying, it seems that Lovetron is a real place. (I think this was in VR, but Gavotte was present. I seem to recall some comment about the inherent difficulties in a swarm of bees using a VR rig.)
It was pretty well established that all of the ladies that Virginia encountered on the beach were different parts of Gavotte. Virginia actually seemed to be quite instrumental in getting them all to work together to escape.
Strictly speaking, it would be a “flying saucer cult”: it’s not an Unknown Flying Object, they _know_ (or so they say) that it’s a Mothership from the planet Groovitron.
All’s well that ends well! Good work, gang, seems like everything’s taken care of.
Sidenote: I’m enjoying trying to decipher some of the tiny silhouettes in panel 1.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flyin’ mother nature’s silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flyin’ mother nature’s silver seed
To a new home
When I took up playing guitar in ninth grade, I started with the half-dozen songs to which my dad had copied out the chords and lyrics by hand in the seventies. “After the Goldrush” was the first one I learned, mainly because it was slow enough that I could almost keep up. The other five, which were all by Cat Stevens, followed soon thereafter. All in all, not a bad way to start out.
… Though I will add that it took a while for me to realize what “After the Goldrush” was actually about. For a while, just learning to play it was enough. I wasn’t the most clued-in teenager, and my dad was in no hurry to explain it himself.
All things considered, an UFO cult is rather tame compared to everything else he’s done. His bucket list probably has stuff like “Have sex with a sentient coffee waterfall”.
I understand what you are saying (but your accent is terrible), and let us but hope that Pavane isn’t quite as hostile as the Martians were in that movie.
I definitely want to have something interesting in the near future to say to preface with “revenants, beastfolk, machines, lend me your sensory equipment”.
I don’t quite have the imagination to pull off a UFO cult, though.
Y’know, Tony’s opening statement leaves a lot of the regular cast, being human beings, out of luck here. But he mentions revenants, and, well, I understand something can be arranged.
When Nick’s ancestors were allowed to return to Zion, they were also made to put aside their foreign wives acquired during the Babylonian Captivity. Dr. Lee could be in the same situation here.
From the Arizona Desert to the Salisbury Plain,
Lights on the horizon, patterns on the brain.
Anxious eyes turned upward clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears.
They swear there was an accident back in ’47.
Little man with a great big head splattered down from heaven
Government Conspiracies, cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys, no room for Rocky the Flying Squirrel.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
Turn your weary eyes back homeward, stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my brother, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
Would they pile into their saucer, find Orlando’s rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the Universe, Just to get McNuggets?
Well I don’t think so I don’t think so, It’s much too dangerous, it’s much too strange.
Here in a world that won’t give Oprah no Home on the Range.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul, the radio won’t play George and Merle.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
‘Till we put away our hatred, till we lay aside our fears.
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my sister, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
To this garden we were given and always took for granted
Well, it’s like my Daddy told me, you just bloom where you’re planted.
Now you know you’ll be delivered from this world of pain and strife
That’s a sorry substitution for a spiritual life.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance, bring back the Duke of Earl.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
Turn your hopes back homeward, hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my brother, they’re not here. They’re not coming
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
‘Till we put away our hatred and lay aside our fears.
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my sister, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
Even more grim would be to ask a time traveler from the future “Is there intelligent life on other planets?” and get the response “Not anymore. We won!”
I wonder how likely it is that these prophets are Anasigma plants, and the original Tony and Mercutio did, in fact, die in their experiment.
This is a ploy to convince all the gathered that they survived the disintegration (which Skin Horse can confirm they bore witness to) to make all of the non-humans willingly disintegrate themselves for the promise of going onto the ‘Mothership’ that isn’t actually there.
Irais one of the few Anasigma bosses I view as intelligent enough to have classified Nick as an electrokinetic.
I could also see a perimeter of hardened Killbots closing in, chorusing “Destroy!” as Pavane tries desperately to load the few who can escape onto the Mothership…
I’m pretty sure I saw this scam on an episode of “The Wild Wild West”…
The Narrative certainly seems to be making a strong case for a con at this point.
If we’re still in Oz parallels would this be the Wizard’s balloon?
Well, the Wizard is Mr. Green, which would indicate an A-Sig fraud, but on the other hand the balloon was an actual means of leaving Oz, so I’ll have to give you a firm “I dunno.”
Except in this case there’s a real planet behind the (fake?) religion.
So far, we don’t know if there is, we only know there is Pavane and that there’s some connection between Pavane and Tigerlily Jones
Didn’t Tigerlily say at some point she was sane enough to know Lovetron (thank you) didn’t exist but mad enough not to care?
Indeed. Good memory, BMunro!
Strictly speaking she only said that she knows she’s not from there.
Well, Gavotte asserted that she was from the planet Lovetron, and in fact (I think), that all bees were from Lovetron. She had planned to go back there, but then decided that she needed to stay a little longer, so, unless Gavotte was lying, it seems that Lovetron is a real place. (I think this was in VR, but Gavotte was present. I seem to recall some comment about the inherent difficulties in a swarm of bees using a VR rig.)
Ah, found the ref. (The blond lady in the hat is Gavotte, or at least part of her.) http://skin-horse.com/comic/unity-and/
It was pretty well established that all of the ladies that Virginia encountered on the beach were different parts of Gavotte. Virginia actually seemed to be quite instrumental in getting them all to work together to escape.
I was thinking of the one from The Simpsons, myself.
Nick was doing it at the Robot Battle Contest.
Also Tony’s opening is a lift from “Julius Caeser.”
I’m pretty sure anyone who speaks English and went to high school knows that.
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m talking about the UFO cult.
Nice riff on Shakespeare.
Strictly speaking, it would be a “flying saucer cult”: it’s not an Unknown Flying Object, they _know_ (or so they say) that it’s a Mothership from the planet Groovitron.
Nono, Groovitron is the transportation device, the planet is Lovetron
(I’ve been reading this comic way too long)
All’s well that ends well! Good work, gang, seems like everything’s taken care of.
Sidenote: I’m enjoying trying to decipher some of the tiny silhouettes in panel 1.
I mean, if the spaceship is real, is it actually a cult?
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flyin’ mother nature’s silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flyin’ mother nature’s silver seed
To a new home
My first thought exactly, pdp15!
When I took up playing guitar in ninth grade, I started with the half-dozen songs to which my dad had copied out the chords and lyrics by hand in the seventies. “After the Goldrush” was the first one I learned, mainly because it was slow enough that I could almost keep up. The other five, which were all by Cat Stevens, followed soon thereafter. All in all, not a bad way to start out.
… Though I will add that it took a while for me to realize what “After the Goldrush” was actually about. For a while, just learning to play it was enough. I wasn’t the most clued-in teenager, and my dad was in no hurry to explain it himself.
All things considered, an UFO cult is rather tame compared to everything else he’s done. His bucket list probably has stuff like “Have sex with a sentient coffee waterfall”.
High octane or decaf?
Decaf isn’t coffee. It’s just bitter brown water.
Yas! awgiedawgie!
Actually, if you laced Dr. Lee’s coffee with Unity’s nanite barf…
Never mind. Tip is still carrying latent lycanthropy held in check by Unity’s “blood” serum.
Loading or Uploading?
Yes?
Gotta admit, Tony is a good speechifier!
Only thing to say to this is ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK ACK!
And I mean every word of it.
I understand what you are saying (but your accent is terrible), and let us but hope that Pavane isn’t quite as hostile as the Martians were in that movie.
I wouldn’t put it in quite so many words, but yes.
The audience listens so keen. Revenants, beastfolk, machines! The possums are proof so they’re up on the roof, to announce their new uploading scene
Bravo!
I definitely want to have something interesting in the near future to say to preface with “revenants, beastfolk, machines, lend me your sensory equipment”.
I don’t quite have the imagination to pull off a UFO cult, though.
You could easily write a riff of the original “Friends romans countrymen” for any politician you dislike
I promise not to release any doves!
Arguably, 2021 is the best time to start a UFO cult
The best time to start a UFO cult was b’ak’tun 13.0.0.0.0. The second-best time is now.
SVGeezer, the doves comment was for you!
Y’know, Tony’s opening statement leaves a lot of the regular cast, being human beings, out of luck here. But he mentions revenants, and, well, I understand something can be arranged.
Snacks! 😉
This concerns me also. Tip and Ginny in particular.
Chris and Marcie…Jonah Yu and Nera…Sergio…Tigerlily Jones…Konstantin…a lotta them left in the lurch.
Would Nick’s copter body fit on the Mothership?
Tip would qualify as “beastfolk”, and Virginia is the Significant Other of a machine, so she should be fine. But the rest of them?
When Nick’s ancestors were allowed to return to Zion, they were also made to put aside their foreign wives acquired during the Babylonian Captivity. Dr. Lee could be in the same situation here.
Whoever’s behind this, I doubt they’re either Jehovah or Cyrus the Great.
Suddenly I really want to watch Uforia again.
From the Arizona Desert to the Salisbury Plain,
Lights on the horizon, patterns on the brain.
Anxious eyes turned upward clutching souvenirs
Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears.
They swear there was an accident back in ’47.
Little man with a great big head splattered down from heaven
Government Conspiracies, cover-ups and lies
Hidden in the desert under endless skies.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No time for heroes, no place for good guys, no room for Rocky the Flying Squirrel.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
Turn your weary eyes back homeward, stop your trembling, dry your tears
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my brother, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
Would they pile into their saucer, find Orlando’s rat and hug it?
Go screaming through the Universe, Just to get McNuggets?
Well I don’t think so I don’t think so, It’s much too dangerous, it’s much too strange.
Here in a world that won’t give Oprah no Home on the Range.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No authenticity, no sign of soul, the radio won’t play George and Merle.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
‘Till we put away our hatred, till we lay aside our fears.
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my sister, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
To this garden we were given and always took for granted
Well, it’s like my Daddy told me, you just bloom where you’re planted.
Now you know you’ll be delivered from this world of pain and strife
That’s a sorry substitution for a spiritual life.
Well it’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold cold cold post post modern world
No place for sentiment, no room for romance, bring back the Duke of Earl.
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
Turn your hopes back homeward, hold your children, dry their tears
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my brother, they’re not here. They’re not coming
They’re not here. They’re not coming. Not in a million years.
‘Till we put away our hatred and lay aside our fears.
You may see the heavens flashing, you may hear the cosmos humming
But I promise you my sister, they’re not here. They’re not coming.
Even more grim would be to ask a time traveler from the future “Is there intelligent life on other planets?” and get the response “Not anymore. We won!”
I wonder how likely it is that these prophets are Anasigma plants, and the original Tony and Mercutio did, in fact, die in their experiment.
This is a ploy to convince all the gathered that they survived the disintegration (which Skin Horse can confirm they bore witness to) to make all of the non-humans willingly disintegrate themselves for the promise of going onto the ‘Mothership’ that isn’t actually there.
Ira is one of the few Anasigma bosses I view as intelligent enough to have classified Nick as an electrokinetic.
I could also see a perimeter of hardened Killbots closing in, chorusing “Destroy!” as Pavane tries desperately to load the few who can escape onto the Mothership…
This sets off all sort of alarm bells…on the other hand, if they ARE legit, then hey, having a lifeboat of sorts is not a bad idea.