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I am grim like a greek god / and just as grim to look at

I’ve been wanting to do an illustration based on these lyrics for ages; the more direct translation is something like “I am grim like a greek god/just not nearly as pretty”, but I really wanted to keep the two “grim"s from the original.

Three inks, acrylic paint on paper. Lyrics from Kent’s song “Låt Dom Komma”

  • Condesce: Who broke the coffee pot? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
  • Signless: I did. I broke it.
  • Condesce: No. No you didn't. GHB?
  • GHB: Don't look at me, look at Dualscar.
  • Dualscar: What?! I didn't break it!
  • GHB: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Dualscar: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
  • GHB: Suspicious.
  • Dualscar: No, it's not!
  • Redglare: If it matters, probably not... Mindfang was the last one to use it.
  • Mindfang: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Redglare: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Mindfang: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Redglare!
  • Signless: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Condy.
  • Condesce: No! Who broke it!?
  • Summoner: Condesce, Darkleer's been awfully quiet this whole time.
  • Darkleer: Really?!
  • (Yelling ensues)
  • (Camera pans to the Condesce)
  • Condesce: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict that ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.