RESPAWN
GET DD ONCE AGAIN
6 DD
Begin breakdancing.
Considering you're fat and laying face down on the ground, it's gonna be less breakdancing and more "Manatee like flailing".
Tsafi allows himself a satisfied smirk as he watches his victim topple into the arena, then casts a quick, wary glance around.
Nobody seems to be coming to avenge their bloodthirsty comrade, so he just shrugs, reaches into a pocket of his jacket and starts counting out a few coins, humming softly all the while. Nothing makes one feel so alive as ending the life of another!
>Get DD, make sure no-one's about to jump me.
Hang on, as happy as I am to have killed another player (seriously, I giggled like a moron as I read the result of my action), isn't the arena filled with water at the moment? Or did he land on a dry part, or drown?
2 DD
AFTER RESPAWNING, IF I HAVE ENOUGH DD, ORDER HAPAH OR WHATSHISNAME WITH THE RIFLE TO SHOOT YOINK
Hey hap, I think someone wants you to do some wetwork.
"Hey, guy with the rifle? Shoot the blue captain. Like, right now, before that guy in the athlete suit kills my bet."
"Sword" hands Hapah three Deadman Dollars.
"You got it!"
If I can see blue captain, shoot from where I'm at. If I can't, move down to the railing to get a better angle and take the shot then.
You brace a the rifle on your shoulder and take a shot down at Wasted Bastard. The shot clangs off the roof of the captain's cabin, causing Wasted Bastard to scream something about Government satellites.
Enjoy show. Put arm around Holly, but in that subtle way all the cool kids do it.
(I like how the whole 'naval combat' thing was immediately thrown out in favor of BOARDING HO!)
Speaking of Boarding Ho(e)
Sneak up on audience members and poop in their hair before bolting off.
Oh you poop in their hats. You poop in ALL of their hats. So many fucking hat you can poop in, so much poop to poop.
The golden-robed man appears in the DD-getting area before appearing in the stands and trying to figure out what was and is going on.
7 dd.
RED:"Welp! Time to go out as an idiot or a champ!"
Charge at and attempt to push the metal man overboard.
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
Speed: 15
Dex: 5
Perception: 3
Throw another cannonball at the blue captain.
FIX CANNON, SINK ENEMY BATTLESHIP.
Name: Magarth Tuchivimov
Description: An elite soldier from the Neo-Capitalist-Communist-Fascist-Libertarian-Republic-Kingdom of the Soviet Union, who killed 289 terrorists and filthy dissidents during his military service. In actuality, he spends the day roaming the streets and mugs various pedestrians, stealing any coffee creamer they have. He claims this is, "All part of the defense strategy."
Reason for signing up: CABBAGE. [Not specified any further.]
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:3
Perception:5
Team: Red
Points: ?
BLUE(PF3DS will add stats later)
Stay hidden. Try snorting hat.
Edit:
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)
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 (3 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.
"We tried it the easy way, now we do it the Mason way."
Offensive charge. Bisect the Red captain symmetrically. Also bisect any Red who tries to stop me. As always, 360 degree threat monitoring.
Cover this man with the revolver. Still!
"Man the guns, you two!"
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.
Gilbert leaps up, attempting to tackle Mason off the boat. He slams into mason's upper thighs and bounces off like a small dog attempting to tackle a Semi-truck. Mason's suit distorts again, the muscles along his arm and shoulder bulging outward as he swings his sword vertically, attempting to bisect the Red captain. Gilbert throws himself out of the captain's cabin, rolling across the deck as the blade cleaves straight through metal and leaves a water-hemorrhaging wound in the metal.
Gilbert is dodging like a kung fu master! The Red Team's Captain is showing himself to be worthy of that title!Navarro, high on painkillers and clearly feeling invincible, grabs another metal ball and hurls it toward Wasted, cracking the cracked out captain upside the head and sending him to the deck, unconscious. Larry squeezes off a shot from his revolver that clips Navarro in the arm, blowing out a horrible mass of blood and muscle across the deck.
"COME ON! YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO BETTER THEN THAT!" Navarro screams, pointing one thumb at his heart, "HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION? I'M FUCKING BULLET PROOF!"
Magarth, in the mean time, continues to try and tear a cannon free.
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