24 hours of Matriarch Adoration

It’s Mother’s Day, you filthy, basement-dwelling ne’erdowells! Put down that keyboard, turn off your monitor, and dedicate your day to making your mother (or grandmother, stepmother, or guardian) feel appreciated, loved, and generally let her know that you appreciate all the hard work she does, or did, for you.

For my part, I won’t go into the mental anguish and torment I put myself through making this tray full of cookies with my kids, to be presented to Gdaysheila (and also to her mother). Needless to say, after growing up with one of the only things I actually liked about myself being my spelling ability (yes, I’m a sad, sad individual), actually casting aside everything I knew to spell Mum ”Mom” almost killed me. With death. That’s how much I love the mothers in my life. And yes, I called the ones back home in Australia too.

At least Gdayboy and Gdaygirl had fun making the cookies with me.

Now, let’s tie all this back to VS.

There’s a few mothers scattered throughout VS, or mother figures such as Aunt May. Of note is, of course, Susan Richards nee Storm, wife to Reed and mother to Franklin and Valeria. Beautiful, intelligent, devoted, and kicks all colours of butt while looking good in spandex. On the other end of the scale we have… this…

Queen Lilith, Mother of Demons, Bat Kuge, Kiskillila. This unholy spikey-foreheaded nightmare is the mother of a horde of Underworld beasties, known collectively as the Lilin. They include such VS figures as Skinner, Pilgrim, and the ever-nauseating Meatmarket.

Now, Lilith has her uses - loads up the KO pile for all that lovely interaction the Underworld possess; similarly, she’d benefit the Secret Society if they could make room for her at the 3-slot. With the introduction of Rally in MUN, which triggers off the top card of your deck, being able to choose what that top card is prior to using a rally effect will also be a handy thing.

But in the end, she’s still a netherwold demonic entity who really wants nothing more than to flay you alive, and then to dance in your entrails while she no doubt does something hideously unpleasant with your soul.

So… on this Mother’s Day, go out there and be thankful. Thankful that all your mother asks of you is that you clean your room, or that you call once in a while, or that you, heaven forbid, turn up for Thanksgiving Dinner on time and smile in the annual family photo.

Be thankful that you have someone who loves you.

Be thankful that, when you forget to take out the trash, you don’t have to explain yourself to this…