sull
You sull desperately, clawing at the guard rail and screetching till your attackers lose interest.
Nope! Beat the fratbro about the head with a beer bottle. If I knock him out, steal his beer. And wallet. And his DD.
[1] You get paddled some more.
Murder BLU bastards while conscious!
Name: Janeway the Destroyer
Description: Imposing female gang leader
Reason for signing up/ desire: To create the greatest man-harem known to humankind
Greatest fear: being shot
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 1
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 5
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
I'm rolling everything I can think of here.
Oh no. Snake eyes.
You're in the inky black hold of a ship. You hear footsteps. The riggings creak. You hear footsteps.
Run towards our right goal, hopefully evading Nevarro and the bees.
Name: Desmond Running
Description: A dapper man, dressed in a fashionable waistcoat. He's got some nice legs, I daresay.
Reason for signing up/ desire: He's running from his past.
Greatest fear: Boulders. Giant apes. Etcetera.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:0
Dexterity:0
Endurance: 10
Speed: 10
Intelligence:0
Luck:0
Will:0
Perception:0
"You can score with your opponents ball in any of their hoops, not yours!" shouts the host, childishly eager to make the game more exciting. You run towards the hoop on the left and in front of you, getting there with plenty of time to spare. The worms on you begin to eat away at your chest rather quickly, but only make a hole in the flesh.
The wasp stings are getting pretty annoying, but you manage to outrun most of the swarm, and ignore the vanguard's attacks.
Pick up that DD, then smile and aim my shackle at the one red team left.
Hey NJW, could you please send me a PM? Doesn't matter what. I need to send you a combo and for some reason my phone can only reply to PMs, not send them.
Name: Navarro
Description: A veteran of last season of DMR. Very lanky and scruffy looking, and mostly covered in scars. Life and DMR's eternal punching bag.
Reason for signing up: He wanted a guard robot.
Greatest fear: Blue team winning
Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 5
Speed: 10
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
Points: 12
Well then... Desmond, sorry dude, but...
Keep myself between Desmond and the goal and try to flamethrower him.
Navarro brandishes his shackle, and fires a jet of oily, transparent fluid at the floor in front of Jan. She stumbles and falls in a heap as her shoes suddenly lose all grip or purchase on the floor. The worm on Navarro suddenly begins to attack his arm, tearing the muscle, while the butterfiles turn fully crimson and begin to run with a dark red liquid oozing out of holes pierced in their carapaces, though have no further ill effects.
"The nephilim insects have descended upon the unbelievers that shun pyramid power? Worm wood! The end times are upon us! Remove the antennae from your chakra centers or be incinerated!"
If the other goalkeeper doesn't remove the antennae from their chakra centers, light them on fire.
Name: Zack Bridges
Description: A worn, older man wearing ill-fitting rags and a beat up leather cap. He rarely speaks, but when he does he makes little to no sense.
Reason for signing up/desire: Wants to "uncover the lizardmen conspiracy for all the sheeple to finally see."
Greatest fear: The number 13
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 15
Endurance: 1
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 0
Luck: 0
Will: 1
Perception: 1
You run up to Jan, slide gracefully to a halt and start liberally applying the flamethrower. She fights back as best she can from her position, throwing you hard to the ground. The slippery fluid prevents either of you getting up or dodging the frequent jets of flame you send at each other, though it does dampen their effects a little. You are currently both on fire.
RED END
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|o gg o|
L |ux |
E | |
F | x | RIGHT
T | |
| U |
|o o|
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BLUE END
o=hoop
x=contestant
U=disqualified or incapacitated contestant
g="goalkeeper"