8-Bit Theater | |
Episode 158 | |
It's hard to tell whether this is good or bad so far. | |
Unfamiliar Ceiling | |
Date Published | Friday, June 7th, 2002 |
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Black Mage and Fighter find themselves in a bedroom, but thankfully they are not sharing the same bed.
Setting[]
- Corneria - Inn
Cast Appearing[]
Script[]
In a room at the inn in Coreria, Black Mage is sleeping on the bed. | |
Black Mage | Snore... Pie... monster... it eats... mages! Must run... must get away... |
Black Mage wakes up. | |
Black Mage | Gah! |
Black Mage | Whew. It was only a dream. Something about a pie monster that ate mages. And it was... |
Black Mage | GIANT! |
Black Mage | (scratching his head) Hmm... maybe that whole Giant thing was a dream too. |
Black Mage | But then, dreams don't leave you with giant club-shaped bruises and a massive headache. |
Black Mage | Heh. Getting eaten by a giant pie monster must be one of the more gruesome fates the Gods can deal out. |
Fighter | (out of frame) Hey, Black Mage! Check it out. We're still alive! |
Black Mage | (muttering) Though worse ones do come to mind... |
Black Mage | So now we know that we're not dead. Now we should find out where we are. |
Fighter | Right! |
Black Mage | The answer, I believe, is clear. The giant beat us within an inch of our lives. Then, while we were unconscious, he spirited us away to his giant home--perhaps atop a magic stalk of some sort--whereupon he ate Princess Sara, Thief, and Red Mage. Thusly stuffed with the delicious meats of our comrades, he put us into storage. |
Fighter | Gasp! But wait, this looks more like a hotel room than a food pantry. |
Black Mage | Hmmm... you're right. And since it's just be stupid for a giant to have human-sized rooms in his castle... He's obviously cast a giant spell on us! |
Fighter | But... wait. If we're giant-sized, then that means swords are no bigger than toothpicks to me! Toothpicks, BM, toothpicks! I can't very well go around saying "I like toothpicks," now can I? It makes no damn sense! I'm a fighter, not a... food stuck... toothing... guy! I don't eat corn on the cob, what do I need with toothpicks! No cob, Black Mage! Cob-less! The kids could call me "Fighter 'No-Cob' McGee" and if McGee were my last name then it would be perfectly accurate! |
Time passes... | |
Black Mage | Are you quite finished? |
Fighter | I was thinking I should run around in an idiotic panic. |
Black Mage | I ain't stoppin' ya. |
Fighter runs around in an idiotic panic out of frame, shouting unintelligible phrases. |
Trivia[]
- Black Mage's version of what could have happened resembles the fairy tale Jack and the Beanstalk.