Well obviously he’s got a name, silly. Heh…everyone’s so jittery about spoilers around here. It’s amusing. I guess it’s quite a rarity to find a webcomic whose archives have been given a second life, where the people reading through are a mixture of newcomers and fans.
I like it though. It’s like being around a campfire, and the storyteller is reciting an oft-told story amongst friends and visitors, but mostly for the benefit of the visitors. When she closes in on a good punchline, her friends start to laugh; when she drops a subtle hint, they trade smiles; when she gets to the part where someone dies, they grow quiet and somber. But rarely do their anticipations break the atmosphere of the story. If anything, they elevate it.
Actually no – in my opinion at least. It’s more like at the movies where the people behind you have seen the flick before so are whispering and giggling together whenever something important comes up. It’s distracting and somewhat disrespectful to the other patrons *and* the movie…
That wasn’t a spoiler. That was just being careful not to speak the name of the Yellow Priest, lest she doom us all. For he is the King in Yellow, the High Priest Not To Be Described, and He Who Is Not To Be Named. He is the Unspeakable One, and any who speak the name of Hastur–Oh bugge–
Yes, we are all far to clever to mention the yellow priest whose name must not be mentioned.
Why are there so many people whose name cannot be mentioned? there is the aforementioned H.initialed priest, He-who-must-not-be-named from harry potter, the old man of the woods, the Fair Folk, the Old Grey One, Candle Jack from Freaka-
Yellow preist? You mean Has…
Oh, that guy.
Bite.
Your.
Tongue.
Well obviously he’s got a name, silly. Heh…everyone’s so jittery about spoilers around here. It’s amusing. I guess it’s quite a rarity to find a webcomic whose archives have been given a second life, where the people reading through are a mixture of newcomers and fans.
I like it though. It’s like being around a campfire, and the storyteller is reciting an oft-told story amongst friends and visitors, but mostly for the benefit of the visitors. When she closes in on a good punchline, her friends start to laugh; when she drops a subtle hint, they trade smiles; when she gets to the part where someone dies, they grow quiet and somber. But rarely do their anticipations break the atmosphere of the story. If anything, they elevate it.
Actually no – in my opinion at least. It’s more like at the movies where the people behind you have seen the flick before so are whispering and giggling together whenever something important comes up. It’s distracting and somewhat disrespectful to the other patrons *and* the movie…
That wasn’t a spoiler. That was just being careful not to speak the name of the Yellow Priest, lest she doom us all. For he is the King in Yellow, the High Priest Not To Be Described, and He Who Is Not To Be Named. He is the Unspeakable One, and any who speak the name of Hastur–Oh bugge–
I recommend, fishboy, if you are bothered by these comments, don’t read them. At least not on your first pass through the comic archives.
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Yes, we are all far to clever to mention the yellow priest whose name must not be mentioned.
Why are there so many people whose name cannot be mentioned? there is the aforementioned H.initialed priest, He-who-must-not-be-named from harry potter, the old man of the woods, the Fair Folk, the Old Grey One, Candle Jack from Freaka-
Mustn’t forget the Great Lord of the Dark from Jordan’s Wheel of Time …
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“I think you’ll really like this next one. We call him… The One Who Must Not Be Named.” “Another one? Good gods, man, that’s eleven so far who Must Not Be Named. Not to mention the four who Must Not Be Looked At, the two who Must Not Be Spoken To, and the one who Must Not Be Toilet-Trained.” Courtesy of Order of the Stick #254, http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0254.html . A classic clichΓ©.
And from Nodwick “Uh-huh. How about you call me when you find some proper nouns?” (paraphrased)
Isn’t it nice of the King in Yellow and CJ to press send after kidnapping their victims off to unspeakable fates wot must not be spoken of? π
“Thog got to use a mop!”
And then there is The Scottish Play, who’s name is never said for fear of bad luck. Though it is referenced properly, so it may not count.
Goes back to the medeival tradition of “Naming Calls” (at the very least) and is certainly much much older. Names have power, after all.
Unspeakable power …
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