This chapter is dedicated to Phil “Philthy Animal” Taylor, who sadly died a couple of days ago. Thanks for everything, bud. Goodnight.
I like the evolution of Darius’s appearance. He started off as so young and fresh-faced and now he looks like a mountain man.
The evolution of his line of work tends to do that to people.
And by that I mean it starts out as “You can get everyone to go and be civil with each other, grudgingly co-existing if not precisely playing “nice.” ” Then the difficulty there fluctuates but overall increases till it pimpslaps you with new opponents that have their own, different, rules. The kind of rules that require silver, iron, fire, and steel to deal with. the pimpslap is basically a sudden jump to a different ruleset where the training wheels on your bike just got shit off by a sniper somewhere out of sight.
It’s a rather rude awakening.
shot off* not “shit off” oh man I really need to double check for typos before posting these things.
If anyone can make a comic as good as Iron Fist was an album it’s Zukahnaut
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