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Jervous (ratman)

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Slimdus

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The Ratmen

1 (6.3%)

El Ele'phant'ai

2 (12.5%)

Leechman Brown

3 (18.8%)

That Demon

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Nightwing

1 (6.3%)

Total Members Voted: 16

[Jervous]

"I am Leechman Brown, and I'm here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in kingdomplace. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the religionplace. It belongs to gods. No, says the man in beginning dwarf fortress. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the alchemists would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well, my friends! These Chasm monster menaces might soon sweep upon our humble dwellings! We must dig deep unto the earth to make secure lodgings for ourselves! I have here with me some picks of dwarven make! With them the dream of a safe place to raise our young can become a reality! Think of it my friends! No more searing sunlight on our delicate moist skin! No more fearing the creatures of the dark while we lie in our beds! Together we can, with Rapture!"

You lift your tentacle-like arms to the skies, and a cheer erupts within the crowd. They didn't understand much of what you said, but at least they have your support in this endeavor. Now swampdwellers, strike the earth!

[Phantom]

>Strike the earth

[Jervous]

You throw the picks to a leechman and a slugman and watch them work, eagerly. "Yes, yes! Perfect!" Suddenly, a blinding flash blinds you blind eyes. Blindingly.

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"Where is your leader, swampdwellers?"

You disregard the new arrival for a moment a glance at the miners.

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Nice work, you hit the aquifer.

[Phantom]

"You must answer three questions. The the answer you'll get.
What is your name?

[Jervous]

The demon grins at your question. "You're the leader, aren't you? Then I guess I'll just go ahead and ask you the BIG question. Either join me, or die. Which do you choose?"

[Phantom]

"Does this involve nightwings God Entity?"

[Armok]

"I do tend to dislike dieing..."

[Phantom]

*Poke*

[Jervous]

I'm busy, just wait.

[Phantom]

>Do something useful

[Armok]

> go back to being the batman and wooing the kobold.

[Phantom]

>Be the other guy
>No not Jerovus, Jervous.
>Strike Microline

[Phantom]

Stop crying and update this please!

[Jervous]

You ponder the demon's question. The gears of your mind start moving, and you rack your brain at a good decision. A downpour begins and the water splashes on your cold face, and it changes to a grimace.

Of course I should say no...I am the leader of this civilisation. This scumbag comes to MY swamp, asking to rule MY kingdom?! The inconsiderate worm..but he's a demon, and there's another one behind him..it's tentacles are flailing everywhere...what is it?! I am not sure if we can defeat these monsters by ourselves...maybe I'll say yes for now and then we can betray them later!

 "The answer is yes..." The demon grinned evilly.

Of course you do...I ask of you one thing: a full on assault of the human kingdom. Destroy it and win my praise.

The leechman wiped away a tear from his eye. This is suicide! "Hell no! ATTACK!" The demon laughed and disappeared, and the tentacle demon was left there. "Kill it!!"

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As the leechman crashes through your table you scream "Retreat! No hope! RETREAAAT!" and run as fast to your beakdog and hop on, signalling the others to do the same and escape.

The tentacle watches as you escape, before teleporting out.

A tear swells in your eye. "No hope.."




And we're back, after a sleepless night of me thinking of the awesomest plot and ending to this. By the way, anyone know any good GIF creating websites? Reccommend a program and I'll cry on you.

[Phantom]

I'm pretty tired of threads dieing of quicker than flies at a fly swatter convention.