Papyrus Mayer B is part of a confession of robberies in the tomb of Ramesses VI (KV9) in the late Ramesside era, probably during year 8 or 9 of Ramesses X (Khepermaatre) about 1118 BC. It consists of fourteen horizontal lines but is unfortunately no more than a fragment. Its beginning and end are both incomplete, and it doubtless formed part of a long document of which no other portion has survived.
The papyrus was unrolled and mounted on linen by Constantine Simonides (1820-1867) for Joseph Mayer who acquired the papyrus in 1855 from Revd. Henry Stobart.
Unfinished comic from a long time ago that wasn’t ever going to be completed. It makes absolutely no sense, but honestly in its current state i think it’s the funniest thing so I’m not adding to it.
Anyway.
Posting a video later today. Expect that. Anddd uhh yeah see you then.
Fred’s got enough problems containing one eldritch beast
Hot take: everyone in the gang is some sort of all powerful being, except for Fred, who is just a dude who managed to harness each of them, befriend them, and rope them into helping him live out his dream of solving mysteries!
Release them, Fredward Jones. Your hubris will become your undoing…
Hotter take: Freddy doesn’t actually know. The rest of the gang took those mortal forms to fuck with people but they were so endeared by earnest want to solve mysteries and help people that they’re along for the ride. And hey if Shaggy gets bodyslammed hard enough that it should have snapped his spine and he gets up fine after who notices? And if Velma knows things that she shouldn’t know on occasion, things that would have been impossible to notice without some kind of foresight or omniscience- hey, just a coincidence right? And if Daphne conveniently has a medley of strange skills- hey, rich kids are weird, right? It’s not too far fetched for her to have a hobbyist interest fencing, boxing, ballroom dancing, knitting, sewing, modern and antique fashions, and whatever else is relevant to the case at hand.
And as we all know Scooby Doo is canonically related to an elder god anyways.
The black jackal Anubis reclines on a shrine, a sash tied around his neck and a golden flail supported by his hind leg, waiting to greet Nefertari, detail of a wall painting from the Tomb of Queen Nefertari (QV66).
New Kingdom, 19th Dynasty, ca. 1292-1189 BC. Valley of the Queens, West Thebes.
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