1DD a good handful.
To demonstrate my product, throw a bunch at people in the arena.
I'm afraid that you are a weasel, and therefor lack the upper body strength to even get it over the railing.
He then screams to Hapah "I will pay you all my earnings from this episode's betting if you shoot that man twice!"
((That's 2x normal price, at minimum Hapah. And if the first shot kills you don't need to shoot again!))
"Now, see, that ain't gon' work. You got half a dozen boys, at least, that wanna see you dead. You think they're just gon' let me walk up and pick through your pockets 'cause you said your money was mine? Your money ain't worth nothin' to me 'till I got it in my hands."
"You get that money to me, we can do business. Until then, best of luck to ya."
Go buy a DMR-brand cigar, and 3 DMR beers. Share the beers with my fellow audience memebers!
You buy yourself a Cigar and 3 beers for 2 bucks and then go sit on the bleachers. You smoke the cigar and blow smoke rings as a herd of crazy people mob the guy you shot.
Zero fucks given.
Standing in the local videostore looking rather irritated, Tsafi Gohn opened his mouth to argue with the clerk- then spotted the time on a nearby clock and realised he didn't have time to waste on this moron. He was already missing the show! He flung the movie case at the person behind the counter and stormed out with a scowl.
'Must make a mental note to do something about that asshole later...'
>Throw the movie I was trying to hire at the shopkeeper, then hurry over to the DMR stadium!
If I arrive in time to see Syvarris's character being attacked, run over and flying-kick that Ace Clements guy before he can reach him!
Ain't you ever been to a movie store before, PW, or is the terminology just
seriously different where you're at?
Here you go there to "hire" or "rent" movies for a fee. That means you take them home to watch, not that you put them to work in the yard or something...
We use rent here. Never heard "Hire" used for a movie. I do not understand the words that are coming out of your mouth, Jackie Chan.
MINE
Fat man dive crush the shot dude!
Break my last bottle, then use one of the small pieces of glass to go and decapitate Syvarris.
Mastahcheese glares up at Paris, coughing up some blood "If you kill me, I will become more poweful than you could ever imagine!"
He then screams to Hapah "I will pay you all my earnings from this episode's betting if you shoot that man twice!"
((That's 2x normal price, at minimum Hapah. And if the first shot kills you don't need to shoot again!))
Resist being killed, if I can. Try to escape and get to a medical somehing or other.
"Kill you? What are you talking about?" I say as I pat the broken bottle against my palm in a menacing manner. "I don't kill people, I'm not a barbarian." I say with an innocent tone of voice. "I'm just going to claim your head once you die." I add with a grin. "You see, you're in the shark tank. A miniaturized version of our society, with all its decedence, it's cutthroat nature. And right now, those sharks you see? They smell blood." I say and point to the crowd gathering behind him to demonstrate my point. "I'm just one of those fish that hide under the sharks, hoping to snatch the juiciest part from their jaws."
Claim syvarris' head once he dies/gets incapacitated and get my reward.
If it looks like stray shots from the ships below could hit the audience, get the hell away from here and move to a safer viewing position. After claiming my reward, of course.
The mob rushes towards Sy!
Yoink does a double footed flying kick straight into Darkpaladin and punts him straight off the stage to his death!
Xan's fatman stage dive ends with him blubberly slamming into the back of about 4 chairs and then rolling down the Aisle screaming about bacon wrapped...oh dear thats a racial slur. He seems extremely displeased with...prostitutes of Asian descent. Also Lizard genitals. I'm not honestly sure what he's saying over all the belching.
Paris slowly closes in while Sy sort of crawls away from all this madness, though he isn't getting very far at the speed he's going.
TEAM REDShoot the cannon at blue team's Wasted Bastard.
"Cromwell, Magarth, don't you want to win? Someone man the other cannon"
Speed: 15
Dexterity: 5
Perception: 3
Errything else: 1
"Kyah! Fire!"
Evasive boat driving!
Name: Gilbert Garplacks
Description: an unspeakably greasy man of uncertain age, his skin shines like that of a fish, and he is constantly red in the face. Though his entire head is hairless, he has a mustache tattooed on his left index finger, which he raises to his lips on many occasions, giggling softly before lowering his finger again.
Reason for signing up: his mother thought it'd grow some hair on his chest at last.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 15
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 5
Will: 1
Perception: 1
LOAD CANNON, SINK ENEMY BATTLESHIP.
Name: Magarth Tuchivimov
Description: An elite soldier from the Neo-Capitalist-Communist-Fascist-Libertarian-Republic-Kingdom of the Soviet Union, who killed 289 terrorists and filthy dissidents during his military service. In actuality, he spends the day roaming the streets and mugs various pedestrians, stealing any coffee creamer they have. He claims this is, "All part of the defense strategy."
Reason for signing up: CABBAGE. [Not specified any further.]
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:3
Perception:5
Team: Red
Points: ?
BLUE:
"The hell are you doing? Let's not hump the damn wall!"
Take any shot available! If they board us, shoot the first person that comes on with the revolver.
Name: Larry Hinn
Description: A moderately tall fellow with broad shoulders. Has the dull eyes and brown hair of his family. Cracks his knuckles a lot.
Reason for signing up: To get money for his nephew Thrak. Boy isn't real bright.
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:5
Will:1
Perception:1
Team: BLUE BARBARIANS
Points: 3
Inventory: Revolver; three shots left.
Injuries: Right arm from elbow down replaced with robot arm.
Turn the wheel in the other direction, charge straight at the enemy now.
((I was trying to get my luck bonus ))
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)
Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: Replacement leg, replacement hand, Katana sword thing, Athlete suit (4 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.
"Damn it! I'm sure the wall is nice and all, but the other team is THAT way!"
Shoot anything in range. If the others try to board us, use an offensive charge to board them, activate the sword, and make with the slicing of the captain. Don't activate the sword until I'm on their ship. Also, you know, 360 degree vision, dodge, hope a defensive charge can take care of anything else..
((You did with the boat what Mason did in the very first challenge.))
((You saw nothing.))
Somewhere in the burnt out magpie's nest of frayed synapses that Wasted bastard calls a brain, a neuron fires up just long enough for the realization that he's doing something very stupid to pierce the layers of chemical addled idiocy. Unfortunately it doesn't stay active long enough to give him a good plan, so he just grabs the wheel and jerks it the other direction, mostly as a brain stem reaction rather then anything else. The blue boat lurches the opposite direction and grinds against the wall until it pulls free and chugs straight towards the reds. From his captain's position on the red boat, Gilbert sees the oncoming blue vessel and tries to take evasive action. Unfortunately he does this by rapidly jerking the wheel back and forth like an idiot, effectively keeping the ship on a wobbly, but overall straight course.
The two ships slam headlong into each other, their pointed prows crunching flat against each other, and their crew lurching forward into the walls and floor. They bob back, separating for a moment before the force of their engines push them back into each other, pinning them together.
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