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Good News for People Who Like Bad News
01-18-24
Dear False Positive Readers,
This is Ashley Walton, Mike’s sister and editor of False Positive. I have really terrible, awful news and a tiny bit of good news.
You might have noticed it’s been a couple years since we’ve posted anything on this website. Well, brace yourself for the saddest update I’ll ever share.
did the elixir work or not?
the suspense is too much.
Well, it wasn’t the dog chomping off bits of the infection.
You got a little something in your eye there…
And, it looks like a big toe growing off his nose 🙂
Anyone else notice how his teeth resemble that of the last tree-creature?
His two old sidekicks better start running if they want to see the light of day again!
That axe ought to do some damage to it. Anyway, they owe it to their world to kill it off before it grows tendrils.
Eek, someone’s got problem I think
Of course he hungers.
Yeah, that’s one hell of a growth spurt.
Well, yeah. He’s eating for two now…
Interesting how even his cloak is changing, unless it is just covering it up with a big section of flesh.
He was supposed to apply the salve; not drink it! This is why you should always read labels and never take someone else’s prescription. -PSA
Was that… a Dresden Codak reference?
It was indeed.
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As someone who recently had a hard, painful abscess removed from an inch above my ear, I can tell you, I certainly feel his pain.
Did you get the munchies afterwards as well?
No particularly, but the relief of having it removed was PHENOMINAL. I’ve had orgasms that didn’t feel that good. So, again, I sympathize with this poor fellow. And mine was only the size of three dimes stacked up. I can only imagine the pain he’s in.
In the interests of verisimilitude, I would like to note for the record that Abe would only have gotten to “I HUN…” before *my* PC introduced him to the nature of oblivion (i.e., three called shots to the head*). Sorry, dude, but I know how this ends; you can always roll up another character.
Moe Lane
*An NPC in a game once asked me what the nature of oblivion was. Given that he was an evil cultist priest just calmly *sitting* there in the temple that my party was burning down and I was playing a trigger-happy Elven archer, I immediately yelled “THREE CALLED SHOTS TO THE HEAD!” and my GM thought that this was my answer to the philosophical inquiry.
Turns out the guy was just a pacifist (ah, random generation tables).
Hehe, I knew it!
( Contact your doctor if your barkface lasts longer than four hours…)
They’re characters in a tabletop RPG, DM kills em all, then they go home, where one of em starts rubbing on their eye. Calling it now.
Something like that, or… they call the game off at this point because the Dungeon Master is using the game to make fun of someone’s little brother with Proteus-syndrome or Elephantiasis.
Leg of mutt it is then
He’s got a little something on his face there…
This isn’t going to end well, nothing new here!
I wonder if the thing growing on his head, his eating the dog, and the creature stinging his face are somehow related.
This page is awesome!
“I am Sinistar!”….
“Feed me, Seymour!” Also applies.
I’m guessing hair of the dog didn’t work.
And that kids, is why you always kill anyone you see that is infected by some unknown poison or disease.