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[Unholy_Pariah]

grab a bottle of spirits out of my fridge and sit down to wait for the next betting phase.

[flabort]

Home. What passed for it. Not really.
3 guys here. Dealer, yes, good. Barter for a hit of the green stuff.
Story teller. Um. He asks about show. Show? Oh, right. Green stuff makes memory fuzzy, was watching that deadman thing.
Dealer. Already talked to him, think. Barter for a hit of the green stuff anyways. Get blue stuff too.
Screen guy. Yeah, don't know why he always has screen. Big screen, on chair with wheels. Hey, there's bleedy blue guy on screen! Must be the deadman thing!

YEAH! Bleedy blue guy!

Story teller. Says missed bleedy guy.

Not bleedy guy. Bleedy blue guy, look!

Dealer here. Good. Barter for a hit of the purple stuff.

((0 DD, sheet somewhere))

[Kriellya]

(( I suppose I should have bolded this section, sorry ))

Find a knife of any description. Failing that, a glass bottle from the fridge.

Get glass bottle from the fridge, empty it and break it to form a large, sharp edge. Hand shard to Cromwell

Spoiler: Kriellya Niabs (click to show/hide)

Description: A short, 29 year old woman. Has pale skin and medium length sea-green hair, tied back in a ponytail. Otherwise looks like she belongs in a library, not a deathmatch.
Reason for signing up: Was looking at bankruptcy and eternal ruin, or come die for the people's entertainment.
Stats:
Strength:1
Dexterity:3
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:10
Luck:1
Will:2
Perception: 5

Inventory: Mystery cannon (1 point)

[TCM]

Knock bottle from Kriellya's hand before she can break it.

"NYET."

[Taricus]

Yaaaay!

[mastahcheese]

Knock bottle from Kriellya's hand before she can break it.

"NYET."

"This would go a lot smoother if you just let this happen. I'm just going to take her pinky, it's not that important. Unless you'd like to offer up your own finger? Really, I just need someone's finger."

[TCM]

Magarth invades Cromwell's personal space, getting right up in his grill and stating him down only a few inches from his face.

"YOU. YOUR FATHER WAS BITCH, YOUR MOTHER WAS WHORE. YOU ARE BITCH-WHORE WITH PENIS LIKE TINY BABY RODENT. DAH? DAH. YOU LACK VEGETABLE CONSUMPTIONS, LIKE LITTLE WHORE BITCH."

Magarth makes his statement loudly with accompanying (in)appropriate hands gestures as globules of his spittle rain upon Cromwell's face and body.

[mastahcheese]

"I will make no comment on the whoreness or bitchness of my mother or father, as they are fairly valid statements. But on the comment of vegetable consumption, I'll have to disagree with you, as I make damn sure to eat a well balanced meal!"

[Playergamer]

"Good one, Cromwell!"

Is now Number One Fan.

[mastahcheese]

((This is by far the best smack-talk battle I've ever been in.))

[TCM]

"WHERE IS VEGETABLE?! CABBAGE?! GREEN BEAN?! YAM?! TOMATO SOUP!"

Magarth's face turned blood red as he yelled the names of vegetable dishes with such fervor and intensity that the viewing audience would suffer from temporary hearing loss.

[Toaster]

((This is by far the best smack-talk battle I've ever been in.))

((TCM is in his natural element.))

[Playergamer]

"Ouch. Better get working on that spear for next match."

[mastahcheese]

"YOU WANT TO SEE SOME CABBAGE AND GREEN BEANS? WHY DON'T YOU STICK YOUR HEAD IN THE FRIDGE AND TAKE A GOD DAMN COUNT? I'M SURE WE'D ALL LIKE TO SEE THAT!"

[NAV]

"I'm sorry Crommy, but Magarth's right. You can't eat vegetables any more. You don't have a digestive system."