Quarter Finals Round Match One Turn TwoRepeat! treble 19, treble 20, and treble 20. I'll hold off on a second bitter for now.
IronyOwl pausing to consider getting another drink, Devastator controversially opts for temporary abstinence, and nabs IO's spot at the oche. Before anyone notices, he aims for the treble 19, [2] but the dart hits the wiring and flings off, hitting the floor two feet away.
He instead aims for the treble 20, holding his breath and letting fling.
[1>5-1] He flings too hard, and again the dart bounces off the wiring, rebounding with vicious force, and nearly hitting him in the face! He looks a little unnerved as he comes to throw his final dart of the turn:
[1-1>4-1-1] He doesn't throw this one hard enough! It limply drops out of his hand, plummeting straight downwards and impaling his foot. Devastator stoically holds in the pain, and even manages to hold in some of the blood: it doesn't look too serious just yet.
He looks around, wondering where IronyOwl got to, and start to impatiently drum his fingers as if he hasn't really noticed the dart through his juicy footflesh.
Turn to be continued when IronyOwl awakes!IronyOwl:
Points left: 121
Pints drunk: 1
Verbal Warnings: 1Devastator:
Points left: 187
Pints drunk: 1
Bleeding wounds: 1
HP: 10/10Quarter Finals Round Match Two Turn OneAim for 1, then 2, then three.
Drink lager.
Just across on the other side of the Darts Hall, the second quarter final gets under way. The crowd are happy about this, as it's only 10am and they've only had a couple of pints each, so it's difficult to maintain interest in a single darts game at once. Two is much better.
NAV is the quarter finalist in question, and he's already half-finished his first drink, being quite keen, and jogs unorthodoxly up to the oche whilst drinking, darts in hand, puts his now empty glass next to his left foot, and aims at the 1!
[2] His dart misses, drooping sadly to the floor. He aims at the 2.
[3] His dart misses, dropping an inch and hitting the 17. He aims at the 3.
[1>2-1] NAV realises just as he throws that he's meant to aim for the highest numbers possible in Traditional English Darts, tries to catch the dart he's just launched, and trips over his own foot, falling to the ground and impaling his left shin with his shattered beer glass!
He gets to his feet, a shard of glass sticking out the front of his lower leg and blood already drenching his darts sneakers. He looks a bit dazed, but the crowd give their loudest applause of the morning!
Bitter, and 3 treble 20s
His opponent, Wolfkit, finishes his pint as he waits for NAV to stumble back to his seat. Wiping his mouth, he steps up, and confidently aims at the treble 20 – seeming entirely to know what he's doing! Although even a pigeon would at first glance look more competent than his opponent.
[1>2-1] But Wolfkit trips as he pulls back to throw his first dart, and falls to the ground in a confused heap, sticking his hitherto faithful dart right through his palm! He grits his teeth and continues, determined to make a better fist of it, so to speak, than NAV, even if the pain is quite off-putting for the rest of the turn.
[3-1] He manages to hit the 1! Better than nothing, he thinks, as he aims his final dart.
[4-1] He misses the treble but at least hits the 20! He holds his poorly hand close to his chest as he walks proudly back to his seat, 3 entire points better than NAV.
NAV:
Points left: 284
Pints drunk: 1
Bleeding wounds: 1
HP: 9/10Wolfkit:
Points left: 281
Pints drunk: 1
Bleeding wounds: 1
HP: 10/10Crowd:
Average Pints Drunk: 2.5
Current Favourite: NAVRules update:A bleeding wound results in 1HP lost per turn.