Artist’s Comments: Ah, the inevitability of living as a mortal in Exalted. Just pretend that the lighting isn’t completely strange here–I’ll beg off by saying it’s because there are lots of weird light sources when you’re in the smoldering remains of a building.
Author’s Comments: It’s like the 4th of July, and then something bad happened.
This is pretty much how all plans involving explosives are destined to turn out.
freedom man is such an idiot
were is The Emissary when you need him?
“I measured properly for the firedust, right? Wait… when did this decimal get put here?”
Sweet freedom smells of roast pork. (Poor taste?)