Not every Daimyo can be as ruggedly handsome as Masuhiro or Hirotomo. I hope you enjoy Lord Imagata anyway!
There’s something familiar about the guy he was talking to though…
I remember Joe made at least one guest strip on Dinosaur Comics back in the day.
This. This is amazing. That’s what this is.
Lord imagawa is the reincarnation of Krew from Jax and Daxter II
Yes! Actually, I never played Jax & Daxter, I revoke my playstation gamer status.
It’s never too late to play them
I’ve never actually met a Playstation gamer in real life. I’m pretty sure their existence is just an elaborate hoax created by Sony advertising because they ran out of things to do with all the money they made from Sony walkmans in the 90s. 😀
Wow, I didn’t think he’d actually do it! I like that he did though 😀
Geez, why are you not just writing this comic??
If there is going to be a fight I’m betting on the priest.
Because that bible is mighty threatening looking!
Or his great-grandson:
Are you kidding me? That guru looks like he could compete in the UFC.
“Off with his head!” 😀
Now, let’s not be hasty!
Are you kidding me? I’ve been tired of this lout for a month now! 😀
I just love the priest’s sarcastic comment. He is so not impressed XD
Guns don’t impress him, because he’s armed with the power of the lord’s word!
At least he didn’t shoot the messenger!
*dun dun ksssh*
Ba Dum KSH!
That’s what I call going IN with a bang.
What is that loopy thing on the gun? It looks metallic and rather fixed, so it’s not a strap.
It’s a slow burning fuse for That matchlock gun. It’s so long because gunners had to ensure That they had a constant ignition source at hand. And though slow burning the fuse would eventually burn out If left to it’s own devices
You know your stuff, sir!
Thank you. It’s a hobby
Eventually, some bright soul figures out that since striking a flint on metal can produce sparks on demand, there’s no need to use something already burning for ignition and risk being left with nothing but a club when it went out.
But for its time, the matchlock was revolutionary as a somewhat portable, reasonably reliable explodey thrower of small hard things that hurt and the first real challenge to the dominance of the twangy flingers of small piercing things, the heavy, lumpy, bashers of noggins, and the swishy, slashy, or stabby metal things.
Is that messenger…the long-lost ancestor of Butthead? If he’s wearing an AC/DC t-shirt underneath that kimono, I’m going to be watching his descendents verrrry carefully.
And the daimyo looks like General Xinchub from Schlock Mercenary.
You are so right.
This will not end well.
“I suggest you turn around and BANG!”
Well, his negotiating technique is certainly “Sink or Swim.”