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[Beirus]

Go get a snack.

[Toaster]

Laugh at everyone else.

[NAV]

Is Cromwell dead yet? If he is then have a big dramatic touching sad death scene with Navarro shouting Nooooooooo! and trying but failing to save him with cpr.

[Beirus]

((Maybe I should go kill Cromwell. He did want a good death, and dying from prolonged lack of guts seems like a pretty poor way to go.))

[NAV]

((You're not killing Cromwell or mutilating his corpse. Stay out of red team affairs.))

[Beirus]

((You're not killing Cromwell or mutilating his corpse. Stay out of red team affairs.))

((I'm merely offering a semi-honorable death, since that seems to be what he sought when he entered the show. Don't you have intestinal damage as well that you should be taking care of?))

[NAV]

One more thing, would you rather Cromwell die of his injuries, be mercy killed by his teammates, or executed by his enemies?

It can't be all three?

Hmm, if Navarro could do it, I'd prefer that.

"Sorry friend. It was a good run. See you in red team heaven one day."
Take Magarth's ice pick, and stab Cromwell in the heart with it. Better a quick death than a slow one.

[Beirus]

((Stabbing a man in the heart is more painful than beheading him, though. Why not ask Mason for his sword?))

[Parisbre56]

((If piecewise wanted to be evil, he could send one player a challenge to protect Cromwell for a set amount of time and another player the challenge to kill him before anyone else can.))

[Beirus]

((It would only work if Navarro was the one to protect Cromwell, since it looks like he will kill him otherwise.))

[Harry Baldman]

"Will be real funny if I ever get out of here!" Gilbert observes.

See if there's any TV to watch.

[piecewise]

Continue growling at anybody who looks at me funny stand in the corner with arms crossed, waiting for the next episode

I AM UNHAPPY WITH MY CURRENT SITUATION AND IF YOU GET NEAR ME I WILL MAKE YOU UNHAPPY TOO VIA BITES.

Go get a snack.

Laugh at everyone else.

You get a prepackaged sandwich from the refrigerator. As you stand back up, you notice Larry charging straight towards you, hands outstretched, tongue flopping about.

One more thing, would you rather Cromwell die of his injuries, be mercy killed by his teammates, or executed by his enemies?

It can't be all three?

Hmm, if Navarro could do it, I'd prefer that.

"Sorry friend. It was a good run. See you in red team heaven one day."
Take Magarth's ice pick, and stab Cromwell in the heart with it. Better a quick death than a slow one.

You take Magarth's icepick and, rather then the slow death of a heart stab, You carefully align it between the base of the skull and the first vertebrae and jam it in and up, severing the spinal cord and slicing up the brain stem. He's dead before he hits the ground.

"Will be real funny if I ever get out of here!" Gilbert observes.

See if there's any TV to watch.

There's a tv to watch. You go and stare at the box without turning it on.







As everyone does their thing, the door into the room opens and the Host walks in, chipper as ever with his too wide, carnivore smile.

Hello friends. Here's the thing; we've had a few complaints from the higher ups that some of you are not quite lively enough. Pulling down our ratings, you see. So.  He turns around and and takes a pump action shotgun from one of his tv crew lackeys behind him. We're gonna take a quick attendance call here and anyone who doesn't answer fast enough is going to get shot. Would the Red team please sound off?

[Toaster]

My sammich!

Spoiler: Larry Sheet (click to show/hide)

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: 4
Inventory:  Revolver; one shot left.
Injuries:  Right arm from elbow down replaced with robot arm.

[Harry Baldman]

"Monsieur Garplacks of Red, present and ready!"

Sound off, Red Team!

Spoiler: Gilbert Garplacks of RED (click to show/hide)

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

Wounds: ?
Points: 2
Inventory: Deadman Explosive Vest, Flashbang

[TCM]

"MARGARTH: LORD OF THE KEBBEGE.

Take back Ice Pick.