“Someone” (wink) is creating a book about Lichess, mangoes and horseys

Behold!

Story and art and lettering and editing and cover design by mangohorsey
Publisher: horsey comics co

Wow

Will you share the whole thing?

Can my great person, Sire Bedevere the Very Wise, can be in these illuminated manuscripts Chronicles, so everyone will know for century my bravery ?

@CSKA_Moscou said ^

Can my great person, Sire Bedevere the Very Wise, can be in these illuminated manuscripts Chronicles, so everyone will know for century my bravery ?

Ask @MangoHorsEy if non-mangoes or non-horsey related things can be in the comic.

Also, when were you brave? You've never gloated that you are slaying dragons who attack your majesty's castle and you have never announced that you saved your kingdom from a plague. So, maybe your a little far from being classified in the "Brave Guys" tier...
Of course, we cannot underestimate a fellow citizen who serves under your king called... I forgot :|

@MangoHorsEy, can @CSKA_Moscou be featured in your comic series because he is begging in front of your house?

Wow that’s cool

@mang0sunr1s3

you gotta see this

Definitely worth this ping

@Kitsune9Tails said [^]

Also, when were you brave? You've never gloated that you are slaying dragons who attack your majesty's castle

I have encountered a great warrior named IKEA. While a guest at the castle of a Knight of my friends, I noticed an immense bear pelt upon the floor. But. Only a warrior of prodigious skill could have defeated such a beast. Upon inquiring as to the origin of this bear, my host informed me that it came from "IKEA"

I remember this name from an Icelandic chronicle I didn't read.

So, I graciously asked my friend to lead me to the castle of this noble Scandinavian warrior, so that I might invite him to join the Square Table. Alas! In what a strange castle lives this knight ! There is neither a drawbridge nor towers. — this warrior must be formidable indeed — Yet, once inside, what luxury this Lord IKEA provides for his guests!!!

Canopied beds, these chairs you call Sofa, and fine glassware upon the tables. I so took a seat at a table, but after six hours, not any person with the blue tunics had brought me any food. I decided to move on, thinking logically that this must have been a dining hall reserved for squires. Oh, what an horrible thing!!!
We are walled alive within this fortress! There are no exits, no doors, and every chamber looks exactly like the last one ! A supernatural voice from the ceiling warned us that the doors would close in fifteen minutes, but how are we supposed to leave if there are no doors ? We chose to defy the enchanter voice and made camp in this magical castle. Fortunately, there was a wide choice of goods to be found, though there was no way to warm our shoes tired by this walk, especially once the magical light extinguished. So, like true knights, we bravely faced this danger — and we did not run, as we once did at Caerbanog. We certainly tried, but the lack of sunlight and the sound of shattering glass and plates deterred us.

By morning, Sir Stomach was crying out in hunger, and, as if by a miracle, there was an inn in the castle, though alas, there was neither venison, nor whole fish, nor a castle made of pastry. The appetizers were disappointing, and there was no Knight to be found. This "IKEA" is a fictional warrior—and I suspect he works together with that enchantor that wears red and white on his tunic, you know, he's called Santa Claus and he makes useless cheap things that corrupt the young by teaching them to not work in the castle like in the 13th century. Also, I think he exploits poor elves. We should deliver them, with the help of Tim the Good Enchantor.

I have encountered a great warrior named IKEA. While a guest at the castle of a Knight of my friends, I noticed an immense bear pelt upon the floor. But. Only a warrior of prodigious skill could have defeated such a beast.

It may be a little inappropriate to say, but we invented a thing called a "gun". To you, it must be a magical weapon that when pointed at an object, the object will have a tiny hole that penetrates into the skin. I will speak no further of it, because you may want to ask what a AK-47 is.

I remember this name from an Icelandic chronicle I didn't read.

I am a thousand percent sure that your great warrior IKEA is Swedish, a country of happiness and quite a lot of Surströmming, which is pickled herring. Please try it, hopefully you will not have a bad impression. Nonetheless, I must warn you, Surströmming is not loved by everyone.

Canopied beds, these chairs you call Sofa, and fine glassware upon the tables. I so took a seat at a table, but after six hours, not any person with the blue tunics had brought me any food. I decided to move on, thinking logically that this must have been a dining hall reserved for squires. Oh, what an horrible thing!!!

@CSKA_Moscou, you have a lot of catching up to do, mate. It's the year 2026, not the Medieval Ages. Servants will unfortunately not help you anymore, so please, help yourself to those giant meatballs over there. Do not tell me why there is floating mini suns on the ceiling, this will take a lot of explaining to do.

I suspect he works together with that enchantor that wears red and white on his tunic, you know, he's called Santa Claus and he makes useless cheap things that corrupt the young by teaching them to not work in the castle like in the 13th century. Also, I think he exploits poor elves.

"Santa Claus" you call him, or Saint Nicholas, works one day every year, yet I will never know where his annual income comes from. Endless labor factories? That could possibly be it...

Forgive me for asking, but why does "MANGOMAN" look like a Minecraft-ripoff? Also, what happened to the other leg?