LOUDER, LOUDER! AND MORE CORRECT! USE THE SKULL TO SING TOO!
[1]
You suddenly feel insanely depressed. To the point of wanting to immediately fling yourself off the warbeast.
So thats what you do.
[6]
You fall 50 feet and end up getting caught in the upper branches of a large tree. Over all, considering you're a glass ball that just fell 50 feet, you're in pretty damn good shape. Here's hoping the beast doesn't step on you very soon.
Use my 3 functional limbs to scramble back to one of the shelters, and try to snipe attackers from a position of relative safety.
You scrabble back into the living quarters and drag one of the beds over to the door, flipping it over and wedging it into place, forming a little barricade. You steady your rifle against the barricade and wait for the invaders.
"AHAHAHAHA! AND I HAVE PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM!"
So I'm being influenced to have mouth-connected fire abilities, am I? Fitting for how often I spew insults.
I know we have at least a few more bottles of flammable booze stuff or somesuch. Get one of them and try the ol' flamethrower technique on the approaching hostiles. Or take a page from rappers and literally spit fire at them. Whatever my inner pyromaniac thinks is best.
[6]
You grab a bottle of the strongest booze left on the beast and take a mouthful of it. The action of sparking your teeth while also spitting is a difficult one, and one that if done wrong could easily ignite the booze while it was still in your mouth. But this time at least, it works quite well. You aim for the ropes, shooting sprays of burning alcohol out from between your teeth. You light several ropes, snapping a few and even lighting a wolfman looking bastard on fire in the process. He burns quite well, falling from the rope and disappearing into the foliage below. The other invaders on the burning ropes either side back down or hurl themselves onto the beast if they are close enough. Most of these fail to catch hold and go plummeting into the trees below, but a few continue to climb.
Your spray of burning spittle has also caught a small area of the deck on fire. The wood is still damp and the fire isn't much more then a smolder for the moment, but it will grow.
- I WILL ROAST YOUR GUTS, BIRD! AND YOU MOTHERFUCKERS AREN'T SEEING SUNSET!
Wipe bird shit from eyes, make my damn five shots, then go grab a sword and get into rope cutting business or swordfight, whatever is applicable at this point.
You get up, spit, curse, spit, wipe your face, spit, curse again, and spit once more. That done, you walk to the railing, aim your pistol and start firing.
[5]
You take aim at the biggest, most dangerous looking boarder still climbing up the lines and pull the trigger. Blood pours up the grip and into the engravings, instantly boiling away. Your burn scars glow and embers lift off your skin. The shot comes out as a streak of red, like a hot poker being swung through darkness. It punches straight through the big invader and several more behind him before hitting the rope and causing the entire thing to ignite and burn to ash in an instant.
[5]
You take aim at the covered area where several of the tow lines are coming from and fire. The bullet comes out as a burning comet, arcing down like a mortar shell and impacting like a 50 lb bomb. The trees, the ropes, the entire area is blown to pieces.
[2]
You fire again, but the bullet fizzles, spraying nothing but hot smoke and ash out of the barrel.
You curse and manually clear the barrel and the dud cartridge, but by the time you're ready to fire again, several invaders have already reached the deck. Hyenankles tosses you a sabre from the crew cabin. You hold the blade in one hand and the pistol in the other. Two rounds left.
Use teeth and horn to start cutting ropes! Or gore anyone who boards. Yarrrr.
[4]
You manage to gnaw through one rope before the boarders get to the deck. You charge the nearest one, a 6'5" monstrosity that looks like a cross between a man and a lobster.
[3]
You turn and give him a courageous whack with your tail. But the blow doesn't make it past his citin and he counters with a kick that sends you rolling back across the deck.
Excellent in principle! Too bad that's probably all I had in me for now.
If not, try again! And hit somebody hostile in the process!
If yes, swoop down on one of the climbing beastfolk and try to dislodge it from the climbing rope with a well-timed assault.
[5]
You swoop down on the ones still climbing the few remaining ropes or on the body of the beast itself. You claw and peck and generally harass the shit out of them in that particularly infuriating way only birds are capable of. You dislodge several and injure even more, clawing and pecking at any exposed eyes, bellies or throats. You take solace that even those that you don't dislodge will probably die of infection thanks to your particular dietary and hygiene habits. Such as pissing on yourself to cool off.
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