Lavatories in oblivion are like children, they are all in the bushes.
Oh, and the Ja'khajiit apperently gave away a quest item, grats on breaking logic and universal rules.
Lavatories in oblivion are like children, they are all in the bushes.
Oh, and the Ja'khajiit apperently gave away a quest item, grats on breaking logic and universal rules.
Goddamnit, Katia! Long time reader, first time commenter here. Yes, that’s right, I stopped lurking just to chew your worthless ass out!
You think you’re so useless. You think you’re so worthless. You think you’re good for absolutely nothing, sitting there kneeling down sobbing in the rain over some trash with your painted-on underwear. And if you think I’m going to tell you that you AREN’T a worthless good-for-nothing sack-o-bones-and-fur sitting there, you’re wrong.
But let me ask you a few questions. Does this looks like a worthless, good-for-nothing sack of bones and fur to you? Or this? Or this? Or this? Or this?
Answer: No, they don’t. They look like a fucking apex predator going after her prey. They look like the rage of someone who has been wronged, and who know EXACTLY by whom, and where their stuff is.
Ok, so, you haven’t been able to become successful entirely on your own just yet. Because that bitch Sigrid took your god damn stuff. So, go to the guards, explain the situation. And if that doesn’t help, remember where your stuff is. And remember that you’re a Khajiit. The product of millions of years of evolution. Time to fucking ACT LIKE IT. Find a window, sneak inside, burn down Sigrid’s stuff, get your own stuff back.
Yeah I know you wanted to live an honest life without crime. Fuck that. You were wronged, and not just a little bit either. You don’t have to sit there and take it. You’ve got a spine. Those pictures of you prove it.
You're appealing wrong. Right now Katia's fighting depression. You can't battle feels with logic. Even when you know you're right, you still FEEL like crap. Knowing something and feeling it are two entirely different things. We need to fight fire with fire. You need an equally strong emotion. You need ANGER at Sigrid. But we need to temper that somehow, or she'll rush off back to the guild again and it seems like that would be a futile gesture right now.
We need Katia to take everything. To imagine all the hurt, all the anger and the rage as a physical object. Something she can take a hold of, grasp it and stuff it into a tiny little ball of vengeance, and pack it all away in some mental cupboard until it's time to unleash it.
Last edited by TheTurnipKing; 05-02-2012 at 07:56 AM.
Hopefully she wakes up in oblivion having slept with the clanfear.
Come on Katia, you think your not brave? You are wrong, kid, otherwise, you would've not have come to Cyrodiil on your own, you wouldn't have accepted Quill-Weave's task, you would've never took the risk of going to investigate those ruins, hell, you even attempted to clear out the well, and you don't tell me that's not bravery.
*slaps across the face*
Katia, this is one of the many voices in your head, one of the few who ISN'T trying to screw you over, SNAP OUT OF IT! Look at Asotil, he had his down times as well and look at him now, he's a towering bad ass soldier, you still have time to prove yourself worthy to Quilt-Weave and him. What would they think if you just gave up now and threw away EVERYTHING you worked so hard to reach? Remember the dinner with the Countess? Remember casting your first fireball? You couldn't do any of that when you first showed up, you haven't screwed up yet, you just got had by some evil bitch. Get to the church, dry off, get some sleep, then plan your revenge...
>Katia: Drink up!
You didn't fuck up. Sigrid is just a bitch.
And Kvatch is under Sigrid's control. If you had done what you did today at any other city in Cyrodil then you'd already be in the Mage's guild.
It doesn't change facts of course. Like the fact that it's cold, raining, and you need a dry warm place to sleep for the night. You need some charity. Go to the chapel. Chapels are usually full of charity. So much charity that they regularly give some of it to other people. For free!
Last edited by Unclever title; 05-02-2012 at 08:36 AM.
Nah: Appear suddenly and giggle at the misfortune of the well-dwelling cat lady.
Katia go to church and rest ,tomorrow the world will look better already do not touch the Bottle with alcohol.
If you can say no to alcohol now that you have reached a low point again you will be able to always say no to it.
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!
Kerzad> Stop padding the strip by repeating the same frame over and over. You can't have suspense when everyone already knows what's going to happen, so you might as well not even bother
Comic> Add another character, or bring back one that already exists. I've just realized the only part of this strip I really like are the other characters. The parts with Katja by herself are boring.
Trying to be Katia Managan was a bad idea from the start.
The idea that you can change yourself, that you can be whatever you want be, it's ludicrous. People become
what they are born to be, obviously, or all the world would have been one big, happy egg roll and you would
never have left for Cyrodiil in the first place. No, you, like everyone else, just have to make due being
yourself with whatever flaws and failings your eyes might see in the mirror(if you could afford a mirror,
that is) and accept the place Fate has dealt you in the world because nothing will, or can, ever change that.
One thing is for sure, you are not this "Katia Managan" you are trying to be. Might as well stop.
Besides, even if you could be someone else it is still better to be yourself. THAT you know how to do.
Release the King.
Noooo! Katia, don't give up!
Please figure out SOMETHING you can do to make this better...
Katia, let's just sit for a minute and relax. Sure, we just had something pretty awful happen to us, but let's think about all the good things that happened today. You made it to Kvatch safely, which is pretty impressive in itself. You learned a new spell, and that's pretty cool. Speaking of spells, the whole flamethrower thing you did against the door a few minutes ago was awesome. Don't forget that you stopped that lady from poisoning the well! Even if nobody in town realizes it, that makes you a hero. You also met some nice people around town. Stephane seemed like a pretty decent fellow, maybe if you bump into him again tomorrow he can help you out. That strange lady who bandaged you up was really nice, too! Maybe we'll see her tomorrow and she can give you some advice on dealing with Sigrid. We've been through worse situations than this before.
For now, it's late and it's been a long day. Let's go to the church, they'll let you rest there overnight.
Last edited by minneyar; 05-02-2012 at 10:15 AM.
Bibliophael decides to take a hand.
Tremble, mortals, and despair.
>Don't you dare even LOOK at that bottle!
An animal!? >:O
Remember those mudcrabs from before? Guess what they are?
TOAST.
But also dumb animals. YOU are not a dumb animal, you are THE KATIA MANAGAN and ANYTHING else you chose to be. Last I knew you were a born a winner, a winner of a one in 6e+100 chances to exist. Even now with nothing, you have so much more than you had before. REAL FRIENDS like Asotil and Quilly. Knowledge that you are in fact an atronach and of a dangerous corrupt individual. Remember that lady who you stopped from poisoning the well? How many times do you think she's epicly failed?
You may have had the free sample of what success tastes like, but if you want to go all the way and feast on the buffet of life, its time to get back up and triage.
Get someplace dry, either the church or the fighters guild, ask for some clothes and get some sleep. You got a big day ahead of you where you gotta handle this mess.