Seidou referencing a biblical story before fighting Amon
I love how Seidou says he’s the king of sheep cause in many ways it reminds me of how Jesus in the bible would use parables of Shepherds and sheep to get his message across. One of the most famous is about a Shepherd who has 100 and one runs away. The Shepherd then leaves the rest of the flock to find that one sheep and bring him back to represent bringing a sinner back from sin. I find it interesting that Seidou uses that expression because of how Amon did that for him in the last arc when he gave Seidou the cross.
Which parallels Seidou returning the favor now that Amon is the one who is losing control now. Its just interesting that both Amon and Seidou are paralleling that story by trying to save one person, and Seidou makes a point to point it out. Which is extra funny at least to me when this is probably a story Amon grew up with and Seidou is using it as an analogy of the situation.
Louis I, King of the Sheep is a book written by Olivier Tallec. It is described to be about an “increasingly elaborate fantasy of what comes with being a supreme ruler: the pleasures, the responsibilities, the capriciousness.”
This ties directly in with what they were speaking about, so here we have yet another literary reference by our genius Ishida Sui.
Yoosung Kim was the fluffiest sheep in all the field. All the other
sheep couldn’t tell if they wanted to be him
or if they wanted to be with him.
One day just after he’d woken up, Yoosung accidentally angered
resident sheep king, Jumin Han, by eating his grass. How was Yoosung to know it
wasn’t for him? He was only a sheep, unaware of the concept of property, but Jumin
was not taking any excuses.
Suddenly out of the shadows, the local sheep actor, Zen, jumped out
and slapped his archenemy Jumin right on the head.
“How dare you upset Yoosung?! He is the best sheep in all the land
except for me!” Zen turned around to look at Yoosung as Jumin ran away crying
from getting hit. Jaehee cheered in the distance.
“Thank you,” Yoosung said to Zen, “I never knew anything about not
being allowed to eat this grass.”
“That’s okay,” Zen nodded, “Jumin is the biggest jerk-sheep in all the
He trotted over to Yoosung and gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth,
making Yoosung’s wool even fluffier than usual because of his excitement.
After roughly nine seconds of kissing, a friendly sheep called 707
jumped out of his bush, which is where he spent most of his time doing things
no sheep should ever know how to do, like playing chess.
“I am even better at kissing than Zen!” he declared confidently, and
Zen scowled angrily.
“That’s a lie,” he snapped. 707 proved his point by hitting the side
of Zen’s luxurious wool with his head, forcing him to turn and face him. 707
gave him a kiss on his lips and Zen promptly fainted from the skill.
“That was amazing!” Yoosung exclaimed.
“Baa,” replied 707, sauntering over and kissing Yoosung quickly on the
mouth. It was like the most delicious grass Yoosung had ever tasted.
“Why can you not kiss me for longer?” Yoosung complained. 707’s smile
suddenly fell from his face, replaced with an angry scowl instead.
“I have a dangerous past,” he whispered darkly, his wool suddenly
turning black as he slowly backed away from Yoosung, getting absorbed into his
Zen still hadn’t woken up, so Yoosung decided to wander around a
little bit and find some of the best grass he could that didn’t belong to the
nasty sheep king.
“Psst,” came an unfamiliar voice from beside him. Yoosung turned his
little head to see a very pretty looking sheep who he had never seen before.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Saeran. Do you want to buy some grass?”
“Grass? But I can get grass from anywhere,” Yoosung told him, confused.
He didn’t know what buying was because he’s a fucking sheep.
“This is the best grass in the entire field. I will give some to you
for a price.”
“For every piece of grass I give you, you have to kiss me three times.”
“Three times?!” Yoosung
exclaimed, “That’s too expensive! This is capitalism in its most obvious form,
and you’re exploiting the innocence and naivety of sheep to further your own
agenda. I will not do it.”
“It’s very good grass.”
Yoosung trotted forwards and Saeran held out a strand of grass to
Yoosung. It was very beautiful. Yoosung ate it and felt like he could now fly
away with happiness. Saeran looked at him expectantly and Yoosung stepped
forwards and kissed him three times on his mouth. Saeran was very good at
kissing, so the price didn’t feel too bad.
“Do you want any more?” Saeran asked sheepishly.
“No, I don’t think I can afford it. I don’t have enough kisses left
for today.” Yoosung told him sadly.
“Okay,” Saeran nodded and lay down, rolling onto his back and falling
Yoosung walked away. He wondered if Jumin was okay.
“Hello Yoosung,” said a voice from behind him. He turned around.
“Hello Jaehee. Why is everyone talking to me today?”
“Because you have very good wool. Can I touch it?”
“Of course you can.”
Jaehee stepped forwards and reached out with her little leggy to brush
against Yoosung’s wool. “Very good,” she nodded in appreciated, “I would give
“O-only nine?” Yoosung asked, trying not to burst into tears.
“Zen’s is the only wool I would say is 10. I’m sorry for upsetting
you.” She looked sad, and trotted closer to Yoosung, kissing him on the mouth.
“I don’t have many kisses left today,” Yoosung told her.
“You can top them up again tomorrow,” Jaehee told him kindly, before
turning around to go and look after Zen who was still unconscious on the grass.
Yoosung heard loud sobbing coming from the deepest, darkest corner of
the field, and so headed over.
“Jumin,” he said as he saw the sheep king curled up on the floor
crying, “Are you okay?”
“No!” he lamented, “Zen hit me!”
“I know I was there, but you were very mean to me.”
“You ate my grass,” he sulked.
“I’m sorry,” Yoosung sat next to Jumin, “I didn’t know it was yours. I
only have one kiss left today, do you want me to kiss you?”
“O-okay,” Jumin nodded. Yoosung leaned down and kissed Jumin on the
mouth. There was a lot of sheepy snot on his face from crying, but Yoosung didn’t
“I hope you cheer up soon,” Yoosung said as he got up and trotted
Today had been a very successful day for Yoosung. He’d faced some hard
times, but also happy times. It had been an emotional rollercoaster and now he
was very tired, so he lay down and fell asleep.
The Coven / You should have forgotten my name the day you heard it. [listen]
01. Beggin For Thread Banks 02. Glory and Gore Lorde 03. Yellow Light Of Monsters and Men 04. Lone Digger Caravan Palace 05. Shoot Him Down Alice Francis 06. Calling The Birthday Massacre 07. Ain’t Gonna Drown Elle King 08. Black Sheep Gin Wigmore 09. If I Had A Heart Fever Ray 10. Night Zola Jesus
Thank you to @great-leviathan for allowing me to use their edit for the cover art!
Researchers in New Zealand
say they have restored the first recording of computer-generated music,
created in 1951 on a gigantic contraption built by the British computer
scientist Alan Turing.
The aural artefact, which paved the way for everything from
synthesisers to modern electronica, opens with a staunchly conservative
tune – the British national anthem.
Researchers at the University of Canterbury (UC) in Christchurch said
it showed Turing – best known as the father of computing who broke the
Nazis’ second world war Enigma code – was also a musical innovator.
“Alan Turing’s pioneering work in the late 1940s on transforming the
computer into a musical instrument has been largely overlooked,” they
The recording was made 65 years ago by a BBC outside-broadcast unit at the Computing Machine Laboratory in Manchester, England.
The machine, which filled much of the lab’s ground floor, was used to
generate three melodies; God Save the King, Baa, Baa Black Sheep, and
Glenn Miller’s swing classic In the Mood.
What happens when a lone wolf leaves a pack as leader? Once regarded as a king he roams the world protecting sheep as the ancient white wolf herders of old. The wolf who’s fought many battles in his own right stays the path. Wise is he who has seen the world for its blessings and woes yet forgives with remembrance of fondness to those lost.
The wolf forgave his fallen Queen with mourning and the abandonment of his pack. He Now stays upon a hill watching over the Sheep seeing and defending his territory through. What is his is where he stands and what is given to him is made to heal those around him.
The Falling nights come as a Fallen King weakness is bare. Battle Scars in the cold air ache as loneliness take it’s toll. The wolf craves,whines, and shivers for a queen. He misses his Queen and aches to be served, to be held with warmth. Though widowers are as widows can be to another night against the wind, to another night alone without one to protect in.
Thought you might enjoy this. You build on this as you like. Sincerely Tonix
Wow, thank you this is beautiful! I have a few ideas where this story could go!
If any of you have ideas or mini stories you want to send it, by all means please do so!
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