Give Hapah 3 DD if he shoots Tsari.
Certainly!
Take DD. Fire at Tsari.
The Shot sails straight over Tsari's head. Pretty good, considering he was completely immobile and not even paying attention.
"Thank you, friends, for your assistance. I hope we'll be able to enjoy the game now without further interruptions. Say, have you guys met Holly?"
Introduce these valiant musketeers to the fair lady. Then sit down and continue watching the show.
"Hey, you met this nice lady? She's a nice lady. Wink wink."
VENGANCE
Call weasel reinforcements! Turn the thrower's nose into a crater!
POOP SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKIES THIS DAY
You got rung out like a towel and thrown down some stairs.
Take a lie down.
"Thank you, friends, for your assistance. I hope we'll be able to enjoy the game now without further interruptions. Say, have you guys met Holly?"
"Can't say I have. It's a pleasure to meet you, Holly."
VENGANCE
Call weasel reinforcements! Turn the thrower's nose into a crater!
POOP SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKIES THIS DAY
"There's a story here, and I just know I don't want to hear it."
Send him flying into the arena.
You forget how to stand up.
...VENDORS
VENDORS I NEED ASSISTANCE
Obtain various hazardous food items and initiate a food fight with the people who fended me off.
XAN THE FAT MAN IS ATTEMPTING TO FORM A JUNK FOOD VOLTRON!
He just ends up eating twinkies till he feels better.
Doomblade187- 8 DD
"Down, foul weasel."
Aid in ejecting Radio's attackers from the blrachers into the arena. Especially the weasel.
The weasel isn't fighting back for the moment. Lets give him a break. Unless he does that again. Then lets give him another kind of break.
((Well. I find it rather sad that DP is killing me purely for OOC reasons.))
Tsafi leans elbows-first on the back of a seat near the front, looking rather contented. He cracks open a bottle of beer and takes a small swig, his eyes trained on the chaos below, especially on the two facing off with icepick and pistol.
He feels somewhat uneasy for some reason, but in this crowd one rarely didn't.
He grits his teeth and casts a glance over his shoulder. 'I haven't stayed alive so long by ignoring gut feelings...'
>Open one of the beers that are apparently in my inventory, drink a little bit. Glance around at the audience.
If I happen to spot someone aiming a rifle at me, dive to the floor to try and avoid being shot. Otherwise, just watch the show.
Everything is fine. Yeah, you heard something just wiz over your head but you're sure it's fine. You drink some beer.
Everything is fine.
We kinda need TCM for this part...He's like...25% of the characters left fighting.