Mag Mell That Ends Well — Page 21
“Nothing unites like misery.” Man, put that on my tombstone.
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Panel 1: Fiona strides toward the arguing Hero, Zombie, and Satyr, who is trying to keep the peace.
FIONA: What’s the problem?
ZOMBIE: Racist snob!
HERO: Stinking zombie!
SATYR: Gentlemen! Please!
Panel 2: Fiona holds Hero and Zombie by their collars.
FIONA: That’s enough. You want to fight, take it back to Hades. We’re all on the same side here. Got it?
ZOMBIE: Hmf. I want an apology.
HERO: A hero never apologizes!
Panel 3: Fiona glares into Hero’s eyes.
FIONA: The same side, I said. No room for racists. Y’hear?
HERO: Same side?! I’m from Elysia! The realm of kings and legends!
Panel 4: Fiona folds her arms, the Hero looks off, tears forming in his eyes.
FIONA: Yeah? Why aren’t you there now?
HERO: Wha - I … I had to. My whole town was bombed. I … I fled.
Panel 5: Zombie looks sympathetically at Hero.
ZOMBIE: My village was burned to the ground.
Panel 6: Zombie and Hero embrace, weeping. Fetch and Fiona look on.
HERO: This terrible war! I’m sorry! (SOB!)
ZOMBIE: Brother!
FETCH: Well done.
FIONA: Nothing unites like misery.
FIONA: What’s the problem?
ZOMBIE: Racist snob!
HERO: Stinking zombie!
SATYR: Gentlemen! Please!
Panel 2: Fiona holds Hero and Zombie by their collars.
FIONA: That’s enough. You want to fight, take it back to Hades. We’re all on the same side here. Got it?
ZOMBIE: Hmf. I want an apology.
HERO: A hero never apologizes!
Panel 3: Fiona glares into Hero’s eyes.
FIONA: The same side, I said. No room for racists. Y’hear?
HERO: Same side?! I’m from Elysia! The realm of kings and legends!
Panel 4: Fiona folds her arms, the Hero looks off, tears forming in his eyes.
FIONA: Yeah? Why aren’t you there now?
HERO: Wha - I … I had to. My whole town was bombed. I … I fled.
Panel 5: Zombie looks sympathetically at Hero.
ZOMBIE: My village was burned to the ground.
Panel 6: Zombie and Hero embrace, weeping. Fetch and Fiona look on.
HERO: This terrible war! I’m sorry! (SOB!)
ZOMBIE: Brother!
FETCH: Well done.
FIONA: Nothing unites like misery.
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