Audience:
And breaking your knee caps isn't fun. For now I'll just offer large cash rewards for the first person to throw your severed head into the arena.
How big we talkin' here?
I dunno. There something you've had your eye on?
oooh oooh I wanna rifle 
How much is a knife or anything sharp?
The list is in Paris' post under the op. Less expensive then a Rifle, thats for sure.
You're having some very good luck with this young woman. I wonder what you'll do with her, at this rate.
You invite her a long and try to get a seat away from the weasel turds.
(I honestly never thought to get this far, I'm just as surprised as you.
Uh, how to court a young woman in these modern times...)
Spend 1 DD on three beers, give one to... What's her name exactly? Don't think you've told me yet.
(Nailed it.)
You give one of your beers to the woman. Her name is Holly.
@piecewise: say that you're becoming a contestant and converting DD to Points leaves you at 3.8 Points. Does that get rounded up to 4, down to 3 or stays at 3.8?
If you get 3.2 Points, does that get rounded up to 4, down to 3 or stays at 3.2?
Can contestants have fractional points (e.g. 2.5 Points) if an audience member gives them 5 DD for example? I'm asking because I had assumed that people can have fractional points so that audience members could donate 1 DD to their favourite contestant if they wanted to.
Also, get DD.
.5 rounds up, .4 rounds down.
10 dd.
Start peddling off weasel shit to the audience. Bite the crap out of anyone attempting to shit on me, eat me, or use me as a weapon.
What are you charging?
Frederick enters the nose bleed section. Fortunately he took is coagulant boosters and he doesn't get a nose bleed.
Receive DD
5dd for you sir.
Pleasure doing business!
Take DD, shoot at syvarris.
Deal. 3 DD to you.
After syvarris gets shot, grab his head and use a beer bottle and liberal kicking to cut it and throw it in the arena.
((Phone battery dying, no time to RP.))
Disarm and kill anyone who attacks me.
If nobody attacks me, write a very generic love letter. (No names or anything)
Regardless of quality, silently stick it in Radio's back pocket, then scamper off.
((FYI, there's an equal chance of me or whoever attacks me dying, thanks to the audience getting unmodified rolls.))
Hapah stands up from the crowd, braces his rifle on his shoulder and takes aim at Sy. Sy sees this and attempts to dive out of the way, leaping from his seat down toward the stairs and the lower bleachers. Hapah fires as he's in mid leap, catching him in the lower left chest and putting a round straight through his left lung and out his back. Sy goes tumbling down the stairs, still alive but in extremely bad shape. Paris waits in the wings, broken bottle in hand, ready to claim his prize.
RED TEAM:
"Yarr," Gilbert says, scratching his chin and nodding.
Ready 4 fun. Make a break for the captain's cabin as soon as permitted/possible. Drive the boat evasively if possible!
Name: Gilbert Garplacks
Description: an unspeakably greasy man of uncertain age, his skin shines like that of a fish, and he is constantly red in the face. Though his entire head is hairless, he has a mustache tattooed on his left index finger, which he raises to his lips on many occasions, giggling softly before lowering his finger again.
Reason for signing up: his mother thought it'd grow some hair on his chest at last.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 1
Endurance: 15
Speed: 1
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 5
Will: 1
Perception: 1
Team: RED
Points: Zero
Inventory: Nada
Injuries: None as of yet
Man the port cannon.
GREAT SOVIET NAVAL EXPEDITION.
WHERE THE HECK IS CROMWELL
Navarro loads the cannons and take his place at the port one, ready to fire. Gilbert sails the boat down the pool towards the enemy, keeping a reasonable speed and total control, ready to adjust at a moment's notice.
Magarth just stands around on his new pegleg and screams about Soviet Russia.
Blue team:
"I'm ready for this secret playtest of Mainspring! Wait, what does that mean?"
Load and man the port cannon!
Name: Larry Hinn
Description: A moderately tall fellow with broad shoulders. Has the dull eyes and brown hair of his family. Cracks his knuckles a lot.
Reason for signing up: To get money for his nephew Thrak. Boy isn't real bright.
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:5
Will:1
Perception:1
Team: BLUE BARBARIANS
Points: 3
Inventory: Revolver; three shots left.
Injuries: Right arm from elbow down replaced with robot arm.
"A naval battle. Hey, I bet I could board them and take out the captain if you can get us close enough. I suppose I'll just take the other cannon until then." Mason remarks.
Load and man the starboard cannon. Also watch that 360 degree vision for threats and attempt to get out of the way of incoming threats. Hope one of those passive defensive charges can take care of anything I can't dodge..
Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: Replacement leg, replacement hand, Katana sword thing, Athlete suit (4 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.
Hope that the cannons are facing the right way. Drive past the other boat. Duck and dodge any projectiles or red teamers heading my way.
Name: Wasted Bastard
Description: A guy who's so thin that his bones show, and his hips form a bowl in which stuff can be held. His stringy greasy hair is falling out in chunks, but reaches down to his lowest rib. His eyes bulge out like nothing you've ever seen, and dart this way and that without end. He's coated in a blue crystalline powder, probably from rolling in some drugs like a cat with catnip.
Reason for signing up: Out of money for drugs and food and rent, so need, like, 20 bucks to make it this month.
Stats:
Strength: 1 (wish this could be 0 for the auto fail)
Dexterity: 11
Endurance: -8 (I mean, 1)
Speed: 2
Intelligence: 1
Luck: 10
Will: 1
Perception: Negative infinity (1)
Wasted bastard, in direct opposition to Gilbert's careful piloting, promptly spins his boat 180 degrees and slams it into a wall. The metal groans as it scrapes down along the wall and wedges itself in the corner of the pool. Luckily, the rest of the team is more on point and gets the cannons loaded.
Well, it appears as though Blue team may be in a rather bad position. If they keep this up, The Red Ravagers are gonna have a perfect chance to riddle them with cannon shells. Thats something I'd sure like to see.
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