Mar 132011
 

Vissia wrote:
quickly steal the cup and get out of there!

Excuse me but part of your plan was to stay out of jail this time.

And you don’t really think a tin cup is going to play a very pivotal role in what you hope will be your rags-to-riches story. Though admittedly it would effectively double your wealth.


SleepingOrange wrote:
>or go find a guild of some sort i guessssss maybe magic magic is cool

You can’t be a wizard.

Wizards have long flowy beards. You assume it is a prerequisite.


oidip wrote:
>Ask the Elves what they are still doing here. On your trip here you heard that an emergency Elf Summit was happening on…… the island that it always happens on in a few days.

You ask the elves why they’re not at the emergency elf summit on elf island. Isn’t that where elfy elves have to go?

In retrospect your tone was probably a little too aggressive.

They retort that there’s a sale on Fancy Feast at the Imperial City. Shouldn’t you be headed off that way?

Cat jokes always cut you deep. That burn was so sick it lit the candle.

It’s made slightly worse by the fact that you really would like some (cat)food.

These gay elves are racist fucks and you don’t want to talk to them anymore. Maybe you’ll go check around for a bulletin board offering jobs, or ask that store owner if you can redesign his sign. You could try to sell your clothes, but that would just leave you with no pockets to hold your money and lockpick, and you’d probably get arrested for public indecency anyway. Or maybe you can forget about the whole “keep a good reputation” thing and go find a party where you can do your pineapple tri- oh hey that lady with the bottle is yelling something incoherent at you. Maybe you should reply, or just walk away very quickly.

  • Lieutenant Fish

    “These gay elves are racist fucks and you don’t want to talk to them anymore” will always be my favorite quote. When I first read it, I knew I’d be sticking around for the entire thing.

    • Wolf

      This is still my favorite quote from the entire comic.

  • Ourordinary

    Being black that roasting she got was just too damn good. Definitely staying for this story.

    • Neuronyx

      Are you a black elf? No?

      You realize racism can apply to more than black people right? No need to be so entitled.

      • j

        >funny joke
        >DERPDERPDERPDERPDERPFARRRRT

        Mind shutting the fuck up and enjoying the comic, you whiny racist retard? Keep your shit opinions to yourself, Neuronyx.

        • Raxal

          She has a Hammerfell accent to, so that just adds to the laughs

  • MrMagoo22

    Reading through the series a second time to see if I missed anything.

    That candle… :O

    • mattlore

      Dat Candle indeed!

  • Anon44

    The High Five makes the sick burn all the more sweeter.

    • LiquidDinosaur

      I think you mean “Hi 5”

      • patrick

        actually i think you guys mean, “high four”

  • Tresus

    I can’t stop laughing at the picture of those two elves high-fiving after telling off Katia. It’s just so godamned random xD

  • Spellin-Nazi

    There’s Sale on Fancy Feast?

    • Kazerad

      Oh wow, that typo must have been there FOREVER. D= thanks, fixed!

  • creeperbro

    OMG REDGUARD DUDE PHOTOBOMBING!

  • creeperbro

    Anyway who gives a shit about racists? In Skyrim I married a racist(sword to the chest beggar man) and I play as a cannibalistic vampire Argonian and a mothafuckin Dunmer!
    Rant over…

  • Wow I just realized that she lit the candle haha. Glad I’m re-reading this so I catch little things!

  • Graah

    Wasn’t the cat racist first with the elf island thing?

  • Durp Durpy

    HOLY FUCK THE CANDLE XD

  • Skin Ticket

    so the candle was a foreshadow.

    • Yep…Amazing thing isnt it?

    • Ja’ Jarsha Rovandi

      As is appropriate for any source of light.

  • Ja’ Jarsha Rovandi

    The Elf haunted world: Cat burns light a candle in the tavern.

  • Ja’ Jarsha Rovandi

    Sometimes people don’t use your name, well here’s an awkward segue into Katia’s name.

    One little name just to get me along
    I’m a Katia now and I’m liking on my tongue the feel
    I keep using, forgetting the other
    People around gonna meet someone who is new

    Holding back, tempted by the booze
    Don’t want to be a drunkard
    Feel it with me, oh no
    I never won anything at all
    And without my dignity they neglect my name
    (ame, ame, ame)

    They call me ‘cat’
    They call me ‘pussy’
    They call me ‘it’
    They call me ‘kit’
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name

    They call me ‘slutcat’
    When I am drunky
    Suthay-Ja-Khajiit
    Always the shame
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name

    I see the king if I don’t drink at all
    I’m the worst at holding my alcohol
    Keep up, failing, these dreams that keep me fearing
    Getting ginned up and sleeping in the clear now

    So alone out like a stray pet
    Or tryst and regret
    Listen to me, I’m not
    Although I’m furred up, cat and all that
    I am now Katia they forgot my name
    (ame, ame, ame)

    They call me ‘drunk’
    They call me ‘hopeless’
    They call me ‘lush’
    They call me ‘sloshed’
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name

    They call me ‘plastered’
    It’s a disaster
    Under the table
    Feeling no pain
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name
    Not Suthay’s name

    Are you calling me fleabag?
    Are you calling me cat?
    Are you calling me muddled?
    Are you calling me drunk?