chosen
Original: chosen on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A group of villagers stand before an old white-haired crone in a cave.
Villager: Tell us wise crone, who is the chosen one who will save us all from the green dragon?
Panel 2: Close-up of the crone, looking weary.
Crone: The chosen one is... your son!
Panel 3: A bearded man (the father) reacts.
Father: My son?! But he's an awkward young man struggling to find his place in a society that doesn't appreciate his virtues!
Panel 4: The father gestures while a red-haired young man sits beside him.
Father: Boys like that are never forged into manhood through the crucible of circumstance!
Panel 5 (caption: LATER...): The red-haired young man, in a cape, stands on a cliff edge brandishing a sword, facing a large green dragon amid flames.
Young man: Face me, dragon! I am the chosen one!
Panel 6: The green dragon opens its jaws wide, teeth bared, the tiny figure of the young man visible at lower left.
Panel 7: The dragon's jaws clamp shut on the young man.
Sound effect: chomp!
Panel 8: Close-up of the dragon's face, looking slightly disgusted.
Panel 9: The dragon turns its head toward the bearded father, who is now a small figure in the flames below.
Dragon: Ugh. Are you all this greasy or is it just the young ones?
Panel 10: The bearded father stands looking up, sword on his back.
Father: Uh... all of us.
Panel 11: Silhouette of the dragon looming over the small human figure against a white background.
Dragon: Then I shall leave your kind in peace for all time.
Votey:
A speech bubble (from an off-panel beard-stroking/swimming scene) shows fragmentary handwritten text that is largely illegible, reading approximately: "This... such... lucks..." — the votey depicts a figure relaxing/floating in water beside a sketched illustration, the text too small and stylized to fully transcribe.
Villager: Tell us wise crone, who is the chosen one who will save us all from the green dragon?
Panel 2: Close-up of the crone, looking weary.
Crone: The chosen one is... your son!
Panel 3: A bearded man (the father) reacts.
Father: My son?! But he's an awkward young man struggling to find his place in a society that doesn't appreciate his virtues!
Panel 4: The father gestures while a red-haired young man sits beside him.
Father: Boys like that are never forged into manhood through the crucible of circumstance!
Panel 5 (caption: LATER...): The red-haired young man, in a cape, stands on a cliff edge brandishing a sword, facing a large green dragon amid flames.
Young man: Face me, dragon! I am the chosen one!
Panel 6: The green dragon opens its jaws wide, teeth bared, the tiny figure of the young man visible at lower left.
Panel 7: The dragon's jaws clamp shut on the young man.
Sound effect: chomp!
Panel 8: Close-up of the dragon's face, looking slightly disgusted.
Panel 9: The dragon turns its head toward the bearded father, who is now a small figure in the flames below.
Dragon: Ugh. Are you all this greasy or is it just the young ones?
Panel 10: The bearded father stands looking up, sword on his back.
Father: Uh... all of us.
Panel 11: Silhouette of the dragon looming over the small human figure against a white background.
Dragon: Then I shall leave your kind in peace for all time.
Votey:
A speech bubble (from an off-panel beard-stroking/swimming scene) shows fragmentary handwritten text that is largely illegible, reading approximately: "This... such... lucks..." — the votey depicts a figure relaxing/floating in water beside a sketched illustration, the text too small and stylized to fully transcribe.
Alt text
An eleven-panel SMBC comic in fantasy setting. A group of villagers asks a wise old crone who the chosen one is who will save them from the green dragon. She wearily answers that it is a bearded man's son. The father protests that his son is just an awkward young man who struggles to fit into society, and that boys like that are never forged into manhood through the crucible of circumstance. Caption: LATER. The red-haired son, now in a hero's cape, stands on a cliff with a sword facing a giant green dragon in flames, declaring 'Face me, dragon! I am the chosen one!' The dragon opens its jaws and chomps him whole. The dragon then looks disgusted and asks the father, 'Ugh. Are you all this greasy or is it just the young ones?' The father answers 'Uh... all of us.' The dragon, shown in silhouette, replies 'Then I shall leave your kind in peace for all time' — the joke being humans are so unappetizing the dragon swears off eating them entirely. Votey: a small follow-up panel showing a relaxed figure floating in water with a sketchy illustration and tiny stylized handwriting that is too small to read clearly.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.