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Sickingen Springs! Peter In Peril! A Beautiful Soul Gone Too Soon! Last Words, or at least what are probably words… Sometimes, it’s all right to cry… in the rain. Drag out the facial tissue box and sit yourself down for a steaming-tragic portion of Episode 65: You May Be a King or a Lowly Street Sweeper!
– Geoff and The Count
We should really have expected this from the beginning. Befriending Frederick was pretty much as good as signing your own death warrant. You either died fighting in one of his wars, or as a result of the chaos caused by those wars, or in one instance, from eating bad pate in no way related to any war, but still resulting in death all the same. No matter how you sliced it, your days were numbered.
Farewell, Sir Mumblemutton. Farewell…
– Count Dolby von Luckner
The star that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.
Now that I think about it, we should have deliberately had some kind of TDK reference in panel seven. (Because that would be soooo postmodern, man.) A giant glowing neon sign might have been much, but maybe it could have been smeared into the blood trail.
Ah well.
Mumblemutton loved his pigs, so he would’ve passed the Voight-Kamph test.
–Geoff
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As tsar of Russia, you know you can always just keep retreating and eventually the invading armies pestering your lands will freeze to death, or starve to death, or some delicious combination of the two. Unfortunately, that cavalier approach doesn’t work so well in man-to-man combat. See the frightful and comi-tragic results for yourself in Episode 64: When You Wish Upon a Tsar!
– Geoff and The Count
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