Finished! As I said before, I just had so many Spamton’s on a list that I wanted to draw that I decided to put them all together! Didn’t try as hard to match style, but I think I still got pretty close on a few.
Thank you to everyone who’s bought their very own E.G.G.M.A.I.D. so far from The Yetee For those who haven’t grabbed one yet, you still have until May 22nd to grab your own tee/tank top/long sleeve of The Egg Maid!
Amazon’s Elrond: “I am a politically ambitious young elven leader, looking to seek connections between the dwarves and the elves.”
Tolkien’s Elrond: “I am either here to sing or fuck…and I’m all out of harps.”
#give elrond a harp2022
[ID: A chest-up portait of Elrond. He’s a brown-skinned man with black hair and light eyes wearing blue robes and holding a silver harp, which has one side fashioned to look like a dark-haired person crying, the other like a light-haired person with a coronet. End ID]
Asmodeus’ internal monologue, probably: I know what’s going on here. I know what’s going on here. Okay? I do. And if you want me to wander back to my prison to spill the beans…
I’m the only one out of the pantheon, it would seem… and if we check my follower total here— I don’t need to go to Vasselheim, because I know what it is. It’s a big ol’ goose egg,gang. It’s a fatzero.Hello!! A little late addition to the Founding brought to us by our Primordial friends, a little bit of trivia that I happen to know about the history of Exandria. That kind of little tidbit would serve me well in most divine worship, unless it had been rigged from the beginning!
Oh, I’ve only just begun to pull the thread on this sweater, friends. You would think in a world where there are only so many possible virtues, that one would stumble into their absence every so often, wouldn’t you? In fact, the probability of never doing evil in your whole life is a statistical wonder, and yet, here we are.
Introduced at the top of the game as a Betrayer, what do you think that means? Icarus, flying too close to the sun. But it seems the Prime Deities, our little master creators over here, had some wax wings of their own, didn’t they? Wanted to see their son fall. Fall from the sky. Oh, how close to the sun he flew! Well I’m nothaving it! I solved your labyrinth, puzzle master! The Lord of Hell‘s escaped and you’re gonna get the horns, buddy!
