And that's the gospel truth

Vacation, all I ever wanted! Vacation, had to get awaaaaay!

Happy Wednesday, everyone.

We've got another Dragon Age strip for you this week. But not another tale of the woes of Lavellan's over-crowded war table and ass backwards priorities. No, for this one we need to go back. Back in time. Back to where it all went wrong. Back to...high school.

It's spring break in the Tevinter Imperium, and those frisky magister boys are ready to hit the beach. Or, well, I guess these ones are going to the Seat of the Maker. Maybe it was more of a mission trip? Lordy I'd love to see Tevinter Mormons.

Hello. My name is Elder Pavus. And I would like to share with you the most amazing 'stache.

Anyway, turns out there are rules on a Fade-cation, and rule numero uno is DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!


Well, turns out they touched something and got their mage-stank all over heaven. Now the maker's got bed bugs, the sky's gone green, and this vacation is officially trashed. Totally bogus, amigo!

Good job, Vints! Now heaven's all broken, and god is pissed. And when god is pissed, he makes you zombies. And then he unleashes you on the rest of the world. Because. All for one lousy bender when they could've just gotten an all-inclusive Sandals resort in Antiva. There was probably a Groupon.

Oh well, it doesn't matter now. This is probably all just Chantry propaganda anyway. It makes much more sense that a nerdy, eggheaded, totalitarian wolf guy got mad about slaves and trapped all his friends in a pocket dimension.

Or it was frat boys.

Take your pick. History's a matter of perspective after all!

Happy Wednesday!

<3 Erin