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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

[kj1225]

Kyle shakes his head looking slightly scared.

[WillowLuman]

"Right, then." HugoLuman picks up both bricks and places them in front of the pumpkin, jumping back immediately.

[Propman]

The pumpkin stares at the two bricks intently, standing so completely still as to be devoid of motion. He didn't move, and seemed to be stuck in place.

"Hmmm, it appears we broke the mind of our poor acquaintance here lads. Guess he won't be bothering us anymo-"

The pumpkin started to eat. It grabbed from the same general area over and over and over again, stuffing itself on food which seemed to materilzize out of nothing. The pumpkin grew larger, and larger, and yet larger still, until it reached the top of the diner's ceiling.

"That wasn't too baaaad."

The colossal glutton then proceeded to walk out of the door, breaking it and the surrounding area in the process and shattering the whole facade, leaving behind a plain concrete wall and wooden gate as it appeared to simply vanish in the wall. The room fell silent, and everything seemed a touch more real.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

(Oh you got to be kidding me.  Two episodes of warehouse 13, and I miss a room...)

[WillowLuman]

(Let's just assume you followed us in)

"That's a relief... think the food's real now? Because I feel pretty hungry."

[kj1225]

Kyle is sitting catatonic in the corner.

[Propman]

Propman checks the counters and finds a bunch of condiments and raw ingredients, as well as a few fresh fruits, some meats, and vegetables, topped with a few articles of bread.

"Oi, there's food here all right lads, and it won't slice your neck off when ya chow it! Now, who knows how to cook?"

[WillowLuman]

"Hey guys, I think kyle... is... is... too drunk... to..." he stopped, his ears ringing loudly. "I think kyle's drunk..."
*BLIP* "Stage 2 onset"

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

(Let's just assume you followed us in)

(I would have to get out of the previous room, but you have to actively participate in clearing the room to gain the XP.)

[Arcvasti]

"Hey guys, I think kyle... is... is... too drunk... to..." he stopped, his ears ringing loudly. "I think kyle's drunk..."
*BLIP* "Stage 2 onset"

**Thats not a GOOD sign...**

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman falls to his knees. "SHIT, my head... is gonna explode..." he felt the danger sense buzzing, going haywire. It seemed omnipresent, flashing on and off. He fell to his side and curled into a fetal position on the floor.

[Propman]

The privateer dropped what he was doing in order to glance at his ailing comrade.

"Hang in there mate...Urgh, any of our numbers have a medical license of any sort?"

He had very few reassuring things to say on the matter.

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman reached up and put his hand on the counter, but failed to pull himself up. The skin way turning grey.

[Propman]

The back of Propman's consciousness told him that leaving him would be a bad idea, but his gut told him that staying was an even worse one.

"I suggest that we stay clear of him for the time being lads!"

Propman eased back into the cabinet and into the restroom area, briskly moving to the opposite direction as he anticipated something wretched happening, the rest of the B-12ers in the previous room eying him with curiosity.

"Hey fellas, might want to brace yourselves!"

[SOLDIER First]

SB nimbly hops over the side of the counter opposite of Hugo and crouches there.