I’m thinking that maybe old oven head wasn’t actually cooking anything. It was just giving off the scent. A trick that is more common with plants, but it wouldn’t surprise me in this world.
Mostly I’m confused that Emily’s stomach found the smell of finger salad and femur stew so appealing. They must have some good spices. Maybe lots of garlic? I love the glow in the oven.
These beasts are reminding me of descriptions from the Tibetan Book of the Dead, where on the eighth day the deceased is told: O nobly-born, listen undistractedly. Not having been able to recognize when the Peaceful Deities shone upon thee, thou hast come wandering thus far. Now, on the Eighth Day, the blood-drinking Wrathful Deities will come to shine. Act so as to recognize them without being distracted. O nobly-born, the Great Glorious Buddha-Heruka, dark-brown of color; with three heads, six hands, [etc., describing heads adorned with black serpents and raw human skulls, drinking from skull-bowls filled with blood, and so forth], will come forth from within thine own brain≤/em> and ≤em>shine vividly upon thee. Fear that not. Be not awed. Know it to be the embodiment of thine own intellect. As it is thine own tutelary deity, be not terrified, for in reality it is the Father-Mother. Simultaneously with the recognition, liberation will be obtained, merging thyself in atonement into the tutelary deity, Buddhahood will be won.
Somehow, though, I think Emily needs to decapitate a few nasties with that golf club before she’s ready for ultimate liberation.
XD I WANT TO BAKE YOUR HEAD is the new I WANT TO EAT YOUR SOULL
Awesomesauce! I always love your lettering!
Thanks! It takes a bit of extra time, but I feel it is worth it.
I’m thinking that maybe old oven head wasn’t actually cooking anything. It was just giving off the scent. A trick that is more common with plants, but it wouldn’t surprise me in this world.
Mostly I’m confused that Emily’s stomach found the smell of finger salad and femur stew so appealing. They must have some good spices. Maybe lots of garlic? I love the glow in the oven.
These beasts are reminding me of descriptions from the Tibetan Book of the Dead, where on the eighth day the deceased is told: O nobly-born, listen undistractedly. Not having been able to recognize when the Peaceful Deities shone upon thee, thou hast come wandering thus far. Now, on the Eighth Day, the blood-drinking Wrathful Deities will come to shine. Act so as to recognize them without being distracted. O nobly-born, the Great Glorious Buddha-Heruka, dark-brown of color; with three heads, six hands, [etc., describing heads adorned with black serpents and raw human skulls, drinking from skull-bowls filled with blood, and so forth], will come forth from within thine own brain≤/em> and ≤em>shine vividly upon thee. Fear that not. Be not awed. Know it to be the embodiment of thine own intellect. As it is thine own tutelary deity, be not terrified, for in reality it is the Father-Mother. Simultaneously with the recognition, liberation will be obtained, merging thyself in atonement into the tutelary deity, Buddhahood will be won.
Somehow, though, I think Emily needs to decapitate a few nasties with that golf club before she’s ready for ultimate liberation.
Some how I don’t think Emily wants to do any merging with the local denizens. Enlightenment or not.
That guy reminds me of Gordon Ramsey, and not because of all the kitchen equipment.
That is actually rather disturbing, despite the talking being a little silly. I like where you’re going with this, keep up the good work.
There are few things tastier than a good baked head, in my opinion.
I have always heard that the best meat is on the head.
Aargh! At least two visual puns and an Evil Dead II reference!
“I want to bake your head.”
That…is…awesome. Please tell me you’re selling prints of this page.
I can’t say there are not plans to sell Astray3 prints in the near future.