Go beat up another audience member and steal their DD.
Start with...
[Radio Controlled]!
Because assaulting a guy who will feel compelled to protect the girl he's with won't go wrong at all.
Go poop on Radio Controlled.
((@IronyOwl: You could always pay Hapah to shoot him...))
((A bit surprised nobody is using their shackle against the Athlete.))
"Hey man, that's just not cool. It's totally against the rules of honourable courting. You've got to declare your intent to duel and only attack if the other accepts."
Stand near Ernie (Radio Controlled) with arms crossed, looking imposing. Intercept and prevent attacks to him or his friend if possible.
((EDIT: Note to self: update data with the number of charges left in the athlete suit.))
"All I wanted was to have a nice date at the arena today, but nooo, I get harrased by idiots and escaped flea circuses.
One moment Holly."
((@IronyOwl: You could always pay Hapah to shoot him...))
((A bit surprised nobody is using their shackle against the Athlete.))
"Hey man, that's just not cool. It's totally against the rules of honourable courting. You've got to declare your intent to duel and only attack if the other accepts."
Stand near Ernie (Radio Controlled) with arms crossed, looking imposing. Intercept and prevent attacks to him or his friend if possible.
((EDIT: Note to self: update data with the number of charges left in the athlete suit.))
"It's good to see there are still true gentlemen left in this rotten world."
If anything, be it weasel or otherwise, comes near with malicious intent, break a bottle over its head. If that's enough to get them off of us, leave them be. If not, neck slice.
"Oh shit, I overslept again."
Hurry to the show! Go and sit next to my buddy Ernie. defend myself from weasels and lowlifes
Xan charges upstairs like an ambulatory whale carcass and the weasel charges down, both headed straight for Radio and his date. But Paris, having peeled himself off the floor and charged up the stairs faster then Xan (no surprise), intercedes. He snatches the weasel, which is leaping toward Radio butt first, out of the air and squeezes it like a tube of toothpaste, spraying weasel poop all over Xan's horrified face. Paris then tosses the weasel down the stairs while Radio stands up and casually smashes a beer bottle over Xan's head and then kicks him backwards down the bleachers.
"THATS WHAT YOU GET! YOU IN THE WRONG NEIGHBORHOOD MOTHER FUCKER!"
Doomblade187- 8 DD
"Hm. Looks like I might need that safety bet."
Don spare hat, continue watching.
Spare hat activated. Watching continues. Weasel hatred intensifies.
If a weasel attempts to poop on/otherwise harass me, throw the damn thing into the arena. Preferably at the Blue team.
If not, just find a good seat and watch the show, keeping an eye on the ruckus in the stands as well.
Name: Tsafi Gohn
Description: A lean, wiry, short fellow with sharp features, a near-constant scowl and his fair share of scars. The tip of his long, hooked nose appears to have been bitten off at some point in his past. His greasy, shoulder length brown hair is usually kept tied back.
Reason for signing up: Worked as a cheap assassin for years, found that the line of work agreed with him, but now an enemy of his has killed his parents in revenge, and he needs the money to care for his three young sisters.
Stats:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 10
Endurance:1
Speed:1
Intelligence: 2
Luck: 10
Will:1
Perception:1
Watching the show. Definitely not gonna get shot. Yep. Definitely not gonna get shot today.
Be happy that I'm safe in the hospital, and therefore did not get pooped on.
Just wait for the assassins to come.
Walk up to Hapah
"BULLET MAN, 3 DD TO SHOOT THAT YOINK TSARI GUY?"
You know, selling bullets is an interesting way to phrase what you do, Hap.
REDBOARD BLUE SHIP, ICE PICK AS IMPROVISES BOARDING SWORD.
"One, two, three, what are we fighting for! Red Team! Abandon ship! Kyah!"
To the Boat of Blue! Push Larry into Mason's offensive charge if the opportunity arises!
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
((TCM, you might want to post your stat sheet.))
Throw a cannonball at Larry.
15 speed
5 dexterity
3 perception
ZERO PAIN
BLUEName: 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 (2 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.
"Dodge this!"
Offensive charge. Cut Gilbert in half, preferably in a way that also bisects the red team boat. Jump or walk back to safety on the blue team boat.
(only got 1 of those left now)
"No point messing with a winning plan!"
Continue covering El Capitan.
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; two shots left.
Injuries: Right arm from elbow down replaced with robot arm.
Start singing... um... Dr. Horrible's "So they say", followed by something from Dr. Horrible 8: Yodelcast.
(Status: Unconscious)
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)
The crew of the Blue vessel flee her like, well, rats off a sinking ship. Gilbert makes a flying leap toward the red ship and Mason swings, trying to catch the Red captain in mid air. The blow clips Gilbert in the hip and continues down, cleaving the entire front section of the blue vessel away from the rear. Gilbert, bleeding and flying off target, manages to just barely catch the side of the red boat, clinging there with one arm and one leg dangling off the edge and the others trying desperately to find a hand hold as he slides off. Mason just barely makes it back onto the Red ship, leaping into the air and landing awkwardly on the roof of the captain cabin, while Navarro and Cromwell go straight into the water.
Navarro and Cromwell are out!Magarth, his bone pegleg clanking against the metal of the Red ship, charges toward the open front of the captain's cabin, ice pick stabbing at empty air and a wild scream about cabbage on his lips. Larry steady's his revolver and takes aim. Magarth leaps. Larry fires. The bullet tears through Magarth's chest at the same instant the icepick sinks deep in between Larry's ribs. The two roll cross the deck before Larry kicks magarth off of him. Magarth is back on his feet in an instant, despite the sucking hole in his chest, icepick still in hand. Larry is up on one knee, revolver pointed at Magarth with one hand, the other gripping his side and blood pouring between his fingers. He has one bullet left.
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