sorry about the crap post, it was done from my mobile. i quit when it wasn't working, and i just posted what i had,
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Say the following word for word:
"I say sir, I am most grieved that you have decided to remove some of my favorite limbs. I see that there has been a misunderstanding. You see, most men in the normal world have not a sword of such properties, the properties which your sword exhibits. Indeed, nary a soul I have spoken to before, and I shall assume since this moment, have ever dreamt of such an extrodinary means of mutilation. Barring, of course, those of my acquantince who are endeavored within games of high fantasy. It is for that reason, my good fellow, and for no other that I offer the following trade. As you have already taken my arms and most of my legs I feel it only fair that you hand me your sword which appears to be most heavily enchanted. However sir, for I assume you are a sir, I do not offer simply the exchange of my arms and most of my legs for your wonderful weaponry. Indeed such a deal would be most unfair. I offer instead this to you sir: Any two automotive vehicular devices upon this lot in exchange for you tool of mutilation.
Offer to trade two cars for his sword.
(3)
you are marginally succesful, in that he gives you the magic knife strapped to his thigh, in exchange for a used sherman, and a delorean. ( totally no GM bias towards there being a delorean)
Hold up a car store. Steal a car to get away
(6)
you pick up the entire cash register, and get in a 2009 pontiac vibe, and manage to get away without pursuit. then you see you only have a half tank of gas
Age: 5
Wonder why a five-year-old has a crib.
Leave said crib.
(1)
while wondering why, you rub the blanket, then, when you go to get out, you touch the metal bar of the crib, and that sends a spark of static electricity down. while you were wondering why you had a crib, you failed to notice the bucckets of kerosene, and that just lit on fire. you burn. cops say cause of death: self-immolation.
Name: that baby dragon
Occupation:oh hell naw Baby dragon
Age:That 3 year old dragon.
Description:Oh hell naw, it appears theres A baby dragon in this here preschool! it seems to be the color of Gold Yolo Purple!
Abilitys:+1 Claw! +1 Speech.
First action: Screee! Try to fly!
=(^_^)=
Have fun with this lack of logic.
(3) your arms flap, and you are off the ground... for a half second. you are a strange
HUMAN boy named dragon.
the teacher slaps you in-line with her yardstick for disrupting the class of liberal arts.
bad guys turn:
(X)
the bad guys attack you! everyone sees them swing their big, heavy crowbars at you, and you all get a big flesh wound from them ( and i am using the black knight from monty pythin's and the holy grails defenition here) but, they swing so hard, that they are off-balance, and suffer a penalty against counter-attacks.
GWG needs to re-make his character, or stick with his current one.
have a nice day!
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