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[darkpaladin109]

Drink all the bottles at once. Still got 5 DD's.

[swordsmith04]

"Sword" claps enthusiastically as Allen gets hit. He then jumps up from his seat, to go collect his winnings.
He tossed the coins from palm to palm, eight Deadman Dollars making a satisfying clinking sound, as he returned to his seat.
Net Worth: 8 Deadman Dollars

[NAV]

Okay. Lay down flat on the ground, raise my left hand into the air, and dry to catch a piece of glass with it.

[mastahcheese]

Oh, this is hilarious.

[Beirus]

(Neat, I was useful at the very end. Now watch the penalty game. Blue team rules! Also, when do we vote on who's doing the one-on-one challenge? Is it even a vote?)

[flabort]

A thin guy who's spine is slightly visible under his belly scrambled out onto the bleachers, and collides with the guard rail. His lack of clothes beyond the classic heart-polka-dot boxers draws attention, knocking up a cloud of dust; the spectators within a few feet of him immediately fall into drug induced comas. Not really aware of his surroundings, he takes a seat, oblivious to the fact that it was already taken by some guy. He flops back into the dude's chest and stares straight ahead, pupils so wide there aren't any whites to his eyes. He sees the machine on the field warming up, and starts humming at the same pitch.

How many Deadman Dollars did he walk in with?

Spoiler: Wasted Bastard: No Team, No Points, ?? DD (click to show/hide)

Name: Wasted Bastard
Description: A guy who's so thin that his bones show, and his hips form a bowl in which stuff can be held. His stringy greasy hair is falling out in chunks, but reaches down to his lowest rib. His eyes bulge out like nothing you've ever seen, and dart this way and that without end. He's coated in a blue crystalline powder, probably from rolling in some drugs like a cat with catnip.
Reason for signing up: Out of money for drugs and food and rent, so need, like, 20 bucks to make it this month.
Stats:
Strength: 1 (wish this could be 0 for the auto fail)
Dexterity: 11
Endurance: -8 (I mean, 1)
Speed: 2
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 10
Will: 1
Perception: Negative infinity (1)

[piecewise]

RED TEAM

Okay. Lay down flat on the ground, raise my left hand into the air, and dry to catch a piece of glass with it.

NO CHARACTER SHEET ROLLING AS THOUGH NO BONUSES!

Navarro raises his left hand into the air, which is the one with the Shackle on it. Catching shards of glass by letting them smash into a metal device at high speeds proves a less then stellar strategy and succeeds only in getting him showered with small fragments of exploding glass.

Gonna need a new strategy, there, Navarro.

A loud airhorn sounds and the center divider jerks up into the air, separating the two zones. The Host, high up on his vantage point, opens his arms to the crowd and gestures wildly as they applaud.

Ernie sits down as the applauding dies out.
"Well, I'd say we're off to a good start today. Whaddda'ya think, Bert?"
He says, while opening two of his beers and handing one to Bert so they can drink together.
"Here ya go mate, first round's on me, cheers!"

Gulp down that beer. What's the brand, by the way?

(I take it there are big screens in te stadium for the audience to follow?

Also, will there ever be more than 2 teams? If no, then I think betting on a team losing should pay out as much as betting on a team winning, since one losing automatically means the other winning. Or do ties count as both teams losing?)

I may just remove betting on losers.

You chug one of your beers. It, like everything else around here, has been branded with the Dead Man Running logo and name and nothing else. No ingredient information, no name, nothing. Judging by the taste though, it's about 3 or 4 times stronger then a normal beer.

Drink all the bottles at once. Still got 5 DD's.

You drink all three bottles within the course of maybe 2 minutes.

You can already feel them kicking in. More in that you have to pee then anything else yet.

A thin guy who's spine is slightly visible under his belly scrambled out onto the bleachers, and collides with the guard rail. His lack of clothes beyond the classic heart-polka-dot boxers draws attention, knocking up a cloud of dust; the spectators within a few feet of him immediately fall into drug induced comas. Not really aware of his surroundings, he takes a seat, oblivious to the fact that it was already taken by some guy. He flops back into the dude's chest and stares straight ahead, pupils so wide there aren't any whites to his eyes. He sees the machine on the field warming up, and starts humming at the same pitch.

How many Deadman Dollars did he walk in with?

Spoiler: Wasted Bastard: No Team, No Points, ?? DD (click to show/hide)

Name: Wasted Bastard
Description: A guy who's so thin that his bones show, and his hips form a bowl in which stuff can be held. His stringy greasy hair is falling out in chunks, but reaches down to his lowest rib. His eyes bulge out like nothing you've ever seen, and dart this way and that without end. He's coated in a blue crystalline powder, probably from rolling in some drugs like a cat with catnip.
Reason for signing up: Out of money for drugs and food and rent, so need, like, 20 bucks to make it this month.
Stats:
Strength: 1 (wish this could be 0 for the auto fail)
Dexterity: 11
Endurance: -8 (I mean, 1)
Speed: 2
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 10
Will: 1
Perception: Negative infinity (1)

7dd.

[Playergamer]

(talking to radio controlled)

"Hey, buddy, spare a beer?"

Try to get a free beer off one of the other audience members.

[NAV]

"Oh. I think I forgot one thing."

Undress completely, tie all my clothes around the shackle, with the majority on one side. Catch the glass in this mound of clothing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Navarro
Description: Tall, lanky, scruffy looking, and with a back covered in scars. He has had a difficult life and solves all his problems by running away.
Reason for signing up: He wants a guard robot.
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:15
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3

[mastahcheese]

That is the best idea I've ever heard of.

I'm sure the audience will approve greatly.

[piecewise]

"Oh. I think I forgot one thing."

Undress completely, tie all my clothes around the shackle, with the majority on one side. Catch the glass in this mound of clothing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Navarro
Description: Tall, lanky, scruffy looking, and with a back covered in scars. He has had a difficult life and solves all his problems by running away.
Reason for signing up: He wants a guard robot.
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:15
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3

Navarro quickly removes his jumpsuit and, as best as he can, ties it onto the shackle, wadding it up on one side to act as a cushion. The audience applauds the entire time as he strips naked.

Several shards sail by before one hits his cloth target. It shatters the sprays glass down on him, giving him a myriad of small cuts across his chest and arms. A second smashes and and then a third sails low and catches him below the shackle, carving almost bone deep into the flesh just above his elbow. Navarro grits his teeth and keeps his arm raised while blood pours down his arm and pools around his shoulders and head. The crowd cheers louder. Finally, one hits the cushion and doesn't shatter, but doesn't stick either. It falls toward the ground. Navarro jerks his other hand up and just barely manages to catch the shard, cutting his hand slightly as he does. He quickly pulls the shard back and lays it flat on his chest, covering his head with his arms and waiting while the crowd slowly counts to 5.

And he's done it! What a cleaver lad too! Clearly, next time, we need to be shooting them down at about ankle height, eh folks?

When we come back, it will be time for the Head to Head challenge! Stay tuned!

..........
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.
BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR THIS MAN. HEIGHT 5'8", WEIGHT 165, CAUCASIAN MALE, DISTINCT SCAR ON HIS LEFT SHOULDER. WANTED IN CONNECTION TO SEVERAL ACTS OF TREASON AND MURDER
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.
..........

Welcome back!  The camera zooms out from the Host's smile and reveals that both teams are now back on the stage they played Maul-Ball on, though the pit they played in is gone, and they are now standing on a wide, empty stage. Each team is clustered on one side of the stage, some of their members with still bloody bandages wrapped around wounds. Magarth looks particularly bad off, with most of his head hidden beneath a mask of white, slowly reddening bandages. We're just gearing up for the Head to Head challenge as we speak. Bets are now opening and will remain open until the challenge begins!

NOW! Each team must select one member to compete against the other team's chosen combatant in an unknown challenge! The winner will net points for himself and his team! The loser will face shame, ridicule and whatever consequences there may be! He points at both teams at the same time. You have 60 seconds to decide who will represent you, starting now! If you can't decide, we'll let the audience pick for you! The clock is ticking!

[mastahcheese]

I have all my stats at 1, except Luck, at 21.

Maybe I should sit this one out?

[TCM]

"ILL KILL DIS BEECH, RAGGGHH-"

[Toaster]

"I'll do it- I fancy some fun."

((Larry))

[Playergamer]

Bet 3 on blue.