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#1 Realistic (ex. stab in the gut is a stab in the gut)

28 (31.1%)

#1 Statistics (ex. stab in the gut deals 75 damage)

5 (5.6%)

#1 Comical Statistics (ex. stab in the gut deals 75 damage plus has a 75 appear above your head for a few seconds)

18 (20%)

#2 Respawn part is done.

9 (10%)

#2 Poll has not been reset so combat can continue.

11 (12.2%)

#2 However, drop your second vote down here to be fair to early voters for combat.

19 (21.1%)

Total Members Voted: 50

[WillowLuman]

"I told you to drink... Well, more for fixing you up."
Kyle pours some sake on one of the makeshift bandages humming as he collects the others. He starts cleaning Zan's wounds, the alcohol stinging slightly as he does so before binding them and giving Zan a pat on the head.

((All this with a vomit-filled helmet on his head ))

[kj1225]

((He is drunk.))

[Arcvasti]

"I told you to drink... Well, more for fixing you up."
Kyle pours some sake on one of the makeshift bandages humming as he collects the others. He starts cleaning Zan's wounds, the alcohol stinging slightly as he does so before binding them and giving Zan a pat on the head.

((All this with a vomit-filled helmet on his head ))

[[It adds flavour.]]

[kj1225]

((And hey, he is an obvious ninja. What's more obvious than a drunk chubby man with an O-Katana wearing a vomit filled helmet?))

[WillowLuman]

((A helm covering the face with a narrow field of vision, too.

Spoiler: good luck ever cleaning this out (click to show/hide)

At least it's black. That has to count for some ninja points.))

"Zanz... you good to stand up?"

[Propman]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tucbfWQZLqw

A faint noise could be heard from the other side of the mirror-door.

╔═════════════════════════╗
║ You hear grease boiling.║
╚═════════════════════════╝

Despite the faint interest in the sound however, Propman was not going to spend another minute in that restroom, and he felt that opening up the door to the cadaver littered halls would do well to dissipate the washroom smell further, even if it meant looking at those dead...things again.

╔═════════════════════════╗
║ You hear a woman scream!║
╚═════════════════════════╝

The sudden noise upon opening the door jolted the adventuring lad, causing him to very nearly drop his weapon as he choices it to come from the open halls ahead of him. If there was some damsel that needed saving, he figured that he would likely be walking into a trap of some sort attempting to rescue her. Nevertheless, being idiotically chivalrous was what made a good-raised adventurer like him an adventurer, noi? He tried to filter his mouth as he took a deep breath in the air that was an orgy of shit, gore, mold, and decay, and steadily headed towards the direction of the scream, marching and standing tall so as to make himself appear somewhat assertive.

"Tally- tally ho."

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Zanzetkuken stands up shakily, back pressing against the wall from time to time.  "Ye-yeah.  The pain's...mostly passed."  Immediately after, a person enters the room, saying, 'Tally Ho,' leading to a single response from the woman, "What...the fuck..."

[WillowLuman]

Ninja'd (I don't think he's here yet)
(That's some good writing, Propman.)

HugoLuman didn't want to betray Zanzetkuken's trust, but he felt something had to be said. He went for something general. "You know, guys, won't get far if we start hiding things from each other."

[kj1225]

"Oh? We're sharing secrets? I'll start... I'm drunk."

[WillowLuman]

"That's not a secret. Um... I think you should sit down."

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

"Oh? We're sharing secrets? I'll start... I'm drunk."

"That's not secret.  What I think is a secret is how none of you are reacting to the guy that just entered saying Tally Ho!"  Zanzetkuken says, left arm gesturing to Propman, wincing a little due to the broken skin behind the left shoulder.

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman turned around. "Oh my god." he started shaking his head, mouth hanging open. "Were you at the Renaissance Fair before you came here? A con?"

[Propman]

The whimsically dressed Propman charged with his spear in stance, ready to jab at any marauding adversaries that would be amongst himself before halting. He took note at his surroundings however, and to his chagrin, saw a very different scene from the one he pictured. A large group of men in tee-shirts and jeans, were standing amongst a wounded woman of an interesting hair colour, as well as a tall man wielding a spear and dressed in a great coat in a somewhat similar fashion as he, and an odd person wearing a chain-link vest and helmet. He noted that he was outnumbered, and that one of the men appeared to have a gun in tow, despite none of them being particularly formidable in his eyes, other then the aforementioned spearman and helmeted fellow.

"Lovely weather we're having, lads?"

His hat did the talking where his other senses normally failed, a great boon to have once one figures out how to use it. The tall coated fellow turned around to meet him, and simply exclaimed a-gasp at the sorta-pirate's astonishingly appropriate garb.

[kj1225]

Kyle stares between Propman and Zan.
"Are you expecting the drunk guy to react to that?"

[WillowLuman]

"Nice coat there, though." HugoLuman glances around for his axe, having dropped it. "Let me guess: Bay12?"