Sign up sheet:Deus complexo (translation god complex)
Description:An Albino with white hair and red eyes he is 8ft10 with a lanky yet clearly muscular build and carries his hair is short and proper being combed forward his bangs neatly tucked above his forehead
Reason for signing up:to prove that he is the one true god and compared to him everyone is trash except his adoring worshippers!(suffers from gigantatism)
Greatest fear:That he is not a god and he's wasted his life believing so and will die in this game
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:0
I think i did that right prepare for god complexe (tell me if i need to adjust anything)EDITED!
IN. You can now be an audience member.
Oi, Spazyak, you shotgun'd a waitlist. Post a sheet before the episode ends, i.e. soon.
Third time's the charm!
Draw my second bottle, and club Emilo with it. If it breaks, shank him. If not, hit him more.
Third time's the charm!
Draw my second bottle, and club Emilo with it. If it breaks, shank him. If not, hit him more.
before headbutting the floor next to him and stabbing your own foot as you fall into concussion.
((I don't think you're still conscious.))
You Git!
Kick Magnus in the solar plexus, while he's down.
I vote for Janeway to face Zombie Xan.
Just before he regains consciousness, Magnus is kicked so hard in the stomach he vomits. No stabbing this time.
"Zombie Xan it is, then! Best of luck, Janeway, I'm sure everyone here is cheering you on!" Janeway is shoved into the centre of the arena, and a circular wire mesh cage descends from the ceiling, twenty feet in diameter. Almost a minute later, a five-foot hole opens in the floor in the centre, and, on a rising platform a grotesque...
thing emerges.
Pulsating to the beat of a mechanical heart, with rolls of fat drooping over already-sunken black eyes, a mound of white, pliable, almost viscous malevolence slithers towards the gang leader, boneless and evil. The platform it came up on, covered with a thin sheen of sweat and the grime of the amateur's operating table, descends silently, leaving a smooth-walled void.
"You know the rules, now! Five mintes on the clock, no less, and all you have to do is survive! But if you kill you opponent? Thats 7 whole points for you! Begin!"