17th Jan 2014, 4:30 AM in The Corby Tribe

It rhymes... groan....

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It rhymes... groan....
"You may enter the chamber, one at a time,
To get your desire, but do heed my rhyme.
When picking your outfit, do not be misled
One color is timeless, one kills you stone dead.
Your tools should be those that were born with your trade
Stay clear of those that by mortals were made.
For weapons, consider the people you've been
And whether your fight will be dirty or clean.
Now go in, in order, and that you may find
The way to accomplish the plan on your mind."

" I suppose," said Guðrún, "that means I should go first. Right, Atra? Atra?"
The look in Atra's eyes could make a sauna freeze over. Shrugging, Guðrún went in.
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Reinder Dijkhuis 17th Jan 2014, 4:30 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on February 2, 2002.


von Corax 18th Jan 2014, 4:46 AM edit delete reply
I see the same strip here that I saw yesterday.
Reinder Dijkhuis 18th Jan 2014, 9:48 AM edit delete reply
Reinder Dijkhuis
Fixed, thanks.