For those who refer to themselves as ‘their nature to fix things’: you know who else just goes out of control fixing things and can’t stop? cancer cells. They don’t do too well in reading the room either. You are more than just a cell. You have ears to listen and eyes to read and a brain capable of understanding how empathy works.
Except this skull is unusable now because skulls are not closed at the bottom and someone seems to have cut off the top.
Also the “skulls of your enemies” industry usually doesn’t use the whole body. Quite wasteful if you ask me.
See, you’re only looking at one part of the skeletal recycling economy. Sure, the skull companies only want the skulls, but the rest can be easily sold off to other parts of the industry.
Even within the skull industry, it’s a constant drip down. If a skull isn’t good for the Skull Throne, you send it out to the Cup people, who might send it to Goblet to decide, and so on.
The rest of the body, not even just the skeleton, is dispersed amongst these different branches as needed, and whatever isn’t usable directly can always get shipped off to the pig farm.
It’s quiet a nice, clean system. Wouldn’t you love to be part of such a economic feat?
I’d think the skull is unusable without any processing anyways. Coffee is slightly acidic and bones will dissolve over time. Plus, bones are porous not unlike terra cotta pots. You’d need to glaze the interior or something after you seal the major holes
You might be tempted, like I was, because sometimes this kind of thing is a trope and the link actually shows cute images. It does for the first page, but as soon as you scroll you’ll see actually horrible shit.
This is not a cutesy plot twist it-was-cute-after-all, there’s some sick shit. Just skip the curiosity on this one.
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