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Machine Gun McCaig (1968) (2024)
so this was a quick inked sketch I drew faster than I usually do and thought I'd just splash some colors and call it done. didnt pan out like that.
ANYWAYS AnimatedGlitch's Grey Fools is great and I loved all the fools designs so I drew em. go buy Brutal Orchestra, play a lot of it and then download the mod. do it.
“If you say so, boss!” The Fool quickly runs back to the Colosseum of Fools to avoid angering Lord Fool even more than he already is!
Lord Fool chuffs, and settles down in the ash again. If not for his intimidating appearance, he’d very much resemble a kicked animal.
A Fool has followed Lord Fool and has seen him trying to take the armor off. “You need help getting that stuff off of ya, boss?”
“I don’t need help,” Lord Fool snaps, clearly irritated about the entire situation more than the Fool.
The anon chunks taste like anonymity. (What a strange flavor.)
Lord Fool is unbothered, he just eats.
*attempts to use magic on Lord Fool* *the magic bounces off the armor and hits the anon* *the anon literally explodes to pieces*
The Blackwyrm only acknowledges this by shuffling over to eat the anon chunks.
The force of Lord Fool’s roar sends the anon flying through the air! Pretty impressive, but it’s to be expected from a wyrm like him.
Lord Fool ignores this entirely, too focused on the armor.
*sees Lord Fool gnawing on the armor* “……I’m not sure if having an ‘iron rich diet’ means you’re supposed to be eating metal like that.”
Lord Fool pauses, then roars at the anon before he goes back to gnawing at the armor, attempting to chew through the leather straps.
The Fool just let's Lord Fool attach the magnets to them because they know better than to question him. However, as more magnets get stuck to the Fool, their feet start to slide across the ground as they are being dragged towards Lord Fool! The Fool turns to try and run out of the room, but it's too late! The force of all of the magnets that have been attached to them send them flying through the air towards Lord Fool! "AAAAAHHH-!!!" *CLANG!* The Fool is now stuck to Lord Fool.
Lord Fool snarls, and pries the Fool off to fling them across the room. It seems his temper is getting the better of him, if the fact he storms outside into the ash to curl up and gnaw on the armor is anything to go off of.
