SHIFT THE ARENA TO A SIMULACRUM OF A MOSSY, DOLOMITE CANYON UNDER A HUMID, CLOUDY SKY!
(6) YOU SHIFT THE ARENA TO A MOSSY DOLOMITE CANYON, PERCHED BENEATH THE CALMING GREY OF THE CLOUDY SKY. YOU SPAWN YOURSELF OVER THE CANYON. BYE.
EAT THE NOW COOKED DUCK IN A VERY MENACING MANNER, MOURNING THE LOSS OF A WATERMELON
THROW ANTIBIOTICS AT BRINGERS OF FAMINE, PLAGUE ALSO
APPLY POWER OF LOVE TO EVIL CENTIPEDE
CONTINUE TO DO MORE ACTIONS THAN PRESCRIBED BY A LOCAL DOCTOR
(2) YOU DEVOUR THE DUCK. IT WAS NOT TASTY. YOU VOMIT ALL OVER. (3) YOU HURL ANTIBIOTICS AT CAERWYN, TIRUIN AND RTD. IT KIND OF BOUNCES OF CAERWYN AND RTD, WHERE AS TIRUIN IS TOO BUSY FALLING DOWN A CANYON.(2) BESTIALITY ISN'T COOL. (3) THE DOCTOR DIDN'T PRESCRIBE ANY OF THAT, SO YOU KIND OF SUCCEED.
Bore the people attacking my master by repeatedly rolling to see how long I can keep a monologue going.
(2) TURNS OUT, NOT VERY LONG.
"WHATS THAT IMP? BET YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A PIMP, BUT YOU AIN'T, NOT EVEN a GIMP, JUST A WIMP. YOU HATIN ME AND MY CREW FOR FLASHIN OUR MAD SKILLZ WHILE YOU CAN'T EVEN PAY YOUR BILLZ, SITTIN ON YOUR TAIL AND SUCKING ON YOUR MOTHERS TOENAIL. " ATTEMPT TO SERVE IMP AND CONVINCE REST TO FOLLOW ME. (No idea why I even picked a rap battle.)
(3) THAT DOES NOT TRANSLATE TO IMP SPEAK VERY INSULTINGLY. SOME OF THEM KIND OF SHUFFLE THEIR FEET, BUT NOTHING TOO BIG. THE LEADER TAKES THE MIC AND BEGINS TO RAP AS SOME OF THEM TRY TO KILL YOU.
"HEY, YEAH YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HOT, BUT BIG SECRET, YOU'RE NOT. IM'MA PUT YOU ON THE SPOT, YOUR RHYMES GON' CLOT, IM'MA SINK YOU LIKE I SINK MY BANK SHOT. YEAH SON. WELCOME TO SCHOOL, YOU JUST GOT TAUGHT." HE HANDS IT OFF TO ANOTHER IMP.
"NOW USUALLY, I DON'T DEAL WITH A FOOL, BUT FOR YOU, I'MMA MAKE AN EXCEPTION TO THAT RULE. YOU THINK YOU SO COOL, BUT YOU NOTHIN BUT A TOOL. YOUR SKIN TONE IS BEST COMPARABLE TO A GHOUL. YOU KNOW, YOU WERE DOOMED SINCE YOU STEPPED ONTO THIS STAGE, AND NOW, FACE THE FRUIT OF MY RAGE. YOU CAN'T MOVE, MY RHYMES ARE A CAGE. THIS KNOWLAGE IS UNIVERSAL, KNOWN BY EVERY SAGE. IT'S IMMORTAL, KNOWN IN EVERY AGE! C'MON SON, READ YOUR RHYMES OFF ANOTHER PAGE."
Remind imps that rap is better when you are also dismembering your oponent
(3) SOME OF THEM AGREE AND LEAP AT DIRG.
ASK SAINT MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL IF I CAN BORROW HIS HOLY SWORD OF AWESOMENESS. THEN JUMP FROM HEAVENLY CLOUD AND IMPALE LICH WITH WEAPON. TRY NOT TO LAND ON LICH'S SWORD AGAIN.
(5) "YEAH SURE, JUST GIVE IT BACK WHEN YOU DIE. (3) YOU LEAP FROM HEAVEN COURSING FROM EARTH AT THE LICH. YOU LAND FEET FIRST, ON HIS FOOT. (5v6) HE PIMP SLAPS YOU. IT STINGS.
PUNCH SON IN SNOUT TO ESTABLISH LEADERSHIP AND MY NO NONSENSE SESNE OF RUFFIANSIM.
(2) YOU TRY TO SLUG YOUR SON IN THE FACE, BUT CPS SHOWS UP.
BE JEDI, USE FORCE CHOKE.
(4) DESPITE FORCE CHOKE NOT BEING A VERY JEDI THING TO DO, YOU LIFT UP AND IMP AND CRUSH THE LIFE OUT OF IT USING THE FORCE.
HAVE BIG WEDDING
GO ON HONEYMOON.
(4) YOU INDEED GET MARRIED. IT'S RELATIVELY LARGE. (1) OH, YOU GET LUCKY ON THE HONEY MOON. JUST NOT WITH HER. WITH THE MAID. GUESS WHO SAW.
BOSS TURN:
"Nirur, why are you ranting about the time you had to change a tire in the rain? And Tiruin, quick question. Why did you do that? And holy hell, that hurt."
The boss just facepalms, then lets the lightning dancing across his arms soar at the centipede, engorging it with his power.
BOSS STATUS
ECTOPLASM REBIRTH
DEATH INCARNATE
MINIONS
WOLFCHILD DEMON OF WAR
-Hundreds on Imps
CAERWYN HARBINGER OF PLAGUE
TIRUIN FAMINE BRNGER
RTD FAMINE BRINGER
NIRUR TORIR DARK CONVERSATIONALIST
EVIL CENTIPEDE, REAL INTIMIDATING
ARENA STATUS
DINING HALL, NOW A PORTAL TO HELL
Poll
45 (56.3%)
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