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[Lyeos]

Stab it in the eyes with the torch! Burn muthafucka!

Wouldn't that extinguish the torch? I suppose you could use the bottom of the torch, but, that really depends on the length of it. Don't wanna burn our hands.

Aim for the eyes!
Normally you would do so with your pepper-spray, but in this case... since it does not seem to carry a torch, we also might use the light in our favour. Here is hope it is somewhat blinded by it.

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[Parsely]

Stab it in the eyes with the torch! Burn muthafucka!

Wouldn't that extinguish the torch?

Or it'll light him on fire. Fat chance, but we're a gangsta 1000 years in the past. ANYTHING is possible!

Mostly though I just don't think punching him is going to do anything. We're a pimp. We should be slapping that bitch.

[Cheesecake]

You wave the torch in the monster's face, but it doesn't seemed fazed by it. It swats you away, and you tumble down a few steps. You get back up, disoriented and pick up your torch. You can't see the beast anymore, but you can hear it growling, louder and louder, when it pounces on you. You are pinned, face to face with the cave dweller.

In a panic you jab your torch through its empty eye sockets. The beast recoils in pain, loosing a howl of anger. It lets go off you and you leap and kick it off you completely. You step toward it and bitchslap it. Your hand glows, runes covering your hand, and as you connect with its ugly face it stops completely, its eyes glowing in unison with your hand. You have the urge to shout:

"SUCK MY DICK MUTHAFUCKA SUE ME!"

The beast stops growling and bends over. Captured Cave Dweller! "What the fu-" You are interrupted by a gust of wind, and a shadow of an ugly witch appears before you. "Welcome, Pimp, to Rhoth's Cave. I am Larissa, a siren bound to protect the secrets Rhoth buried with him in this cave. You have captured your first ho. That is the power of the Pimp. Meet me at the base of the cavern, and I will explain."

"Wait! What the fuck is going on?"

"You may ask three questions. My visage will not last long. Ask swiftly, Pimp."

The cave dweller cowers behind you, fearful of the witch. Maybe you should give him a name.
Name: O.T.Z
Health: Good
Injuries:
None
Equipment:
Torch
Peasant Rags
Followers:
Rhothian Cave Dweller [Healthy]

[3man75]

You wave the torch in the monster's face, but it doesn't seemed fazed by it. It swats you away, and you tumble down a few steps. You get back up, disoriented and pick up your torch. You can't see the beast anymore, but you can hear it growling, louder and louder, when it pounces on you. You are pinned, face to face with the cave dweller.

In a panic you jab your torch through its empty eye sockets. The beast recoils in pain, loosing a howl of anger. It lets go off you and you leap and kick it off you completely. You step toward it and bitchslap it. Your hand glows, runes covering your hand, and as you connect with its ugly face it stops completely, its eyes glowing in unison with your hand. You have the urge to shout:

"SUCK MY DICK MUTHAFUCKA SUE ME!"

The beast stops growling and bends over. Captured Cave Dweller! "What the fu-" You are interrupted by a gust of wind, and a shadow of an ugly witch appears before you. "Welcome, Pimp, to Rhoth's Cave. I am Larissa, a siren bound to protect the secrets Rhoth buried with him in this cave. You have captured your first ho. That is the power of the Pimp. Meet me at the base of the cavern, and I will explain."

"Wait! What the fuck is going on?"

"You may ask three questions. My visage will not last long. Ask swiftly, Pimp."

The cave dweller cowers behind you, fearful of the witch. Maybe you should give him a name.
Name: O.T.Z
Health: Good
Injuries:
None
Equipment:
Torch
Peasant Rags
Followers:
Rhothian Cave Dweller [Healthy]

1. what the fuck can your version of a pimp do?
2. the hell do i get back?
3. can i make enough money to live like da muthafucking kings,sultanz, tsars, and the president of the U.S combined?

[Lyeos]

1. what the fuck can your version of a pimp do?
2. the hell do i get back?
3. can i make enough money to live like da muthafucking kings,sultanz, tsars, and the president of the U.S combined?

1. Agreed.
2. Agreed.
3. How do I amass enough power so everyone will give me whatever I want, because they're all my bitches.

[Empiricist]

I think being a pimp seems to have turned this into gangsta pokemon...

[3man75]

I think being a pimp seems to have turned this into gangsta pokemon...

Birch slap Dar misty. She ain't put out and brocks been hungry for it. Lol jk

Old this could be fun.

[TCM]

.....

[Parsely]

.....

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh

[Cheesecake]

I think being a pimp seems to have turned this into gangsta pokemon...

What I was going for.

.....

Not sure if proud or disappointed.

[Parsely]

Asking what our pimp powers are is a waste of a question. -1

[Cheesecake]

"I'm a pimp, I know, but why the fuck did my bitchslap make ugly over here my Pikachu?"

"When you were taken from your world and brought into this one, you were infused with the powers of the gods. No one knows why, but your powers must be put in check, lest they wreak havoc. You are able to place man and beast in your control, bid them to fight, and evolve them, giving them new form and purpose. As of now, you may only control one ho, but find the three pieces of the Pimp armor and you will be able to control much more."

"That makes sense," you say casually. "How does this work, exactly?"

"Magic isn't exact, Pimp. When a foe is weakened enough, physically or mentally, you may be able to bitchslap them into submission. They will stay in your service for a time, until they break free of your control. The only way to keep them in your service is to train your powers."

"Uh huh. So, how the fuck do I get home?"

"The phenomenon that brought you here with the Others is beyond my seeing. Beyond my power. I, too, am a pawn in this game. Only time will tell."

"Aight, so now I'm a pokemon gangsta can I get power to rule the world and shit?"

"If the gods will it. The power is certainly attainable, but is the price worth it?" The shade begins to fade. "Hurry. An Other nears my hiding place with ill intent! Save me and I can teach you!"

"Ah, fuck it, I'll play along. C'mon ugly." The cave dweller follows you as you descend the stairs to the bottom of the staircase, clinging to the mossy stone wall in fear of falling. As you make it to the bottom you see torches lining a long hallway. At the end is a large, double door made of iron, etched with carvings of demons and monsters. You run toward it, when a figure steps out of the shadows. A lean and muscular man, in a tanktop, towering over you. He walks towards you, grinning, showing off his grill. He is armed with oversized knuckle-dusters, tipped with spikes.
Name: O.T.Z
Health: Good
Injuries:
None
Equipment:
Torch
Peasant Rags
Followers:
Rhothian Cave Dweller [Healthy]

Follower Abilities:
Leap [Leap on enemies, stunning them.]
Roar [Roar at enemies, lowering Attack.]
Claw [Claw enemies, causing bleed.]

Enemies:
Thug Boss
Health: Excellent

[Parsely]

Rhothian use roar. Stab the thug in the leg with our torch. BRING IT SUCKA

[escaped lurker]

Let "Ugly" roar, while keeping your distance. Then let it leap, and gang up on the tank-top faggot!

[Gamerlord]

Let "Ugly" roar, while keeping your distance. Then let it leap, and gang up on the tank-top faggot!

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Just... what the fuck?