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[Radio Controlled]

"Thank you, friends, for your assistance. I hope we'll be able to enjoy the game now without further interruptions. Say, have you guys met Holly?"

Introduce these valiant musketeers to the fair lady. Then sit down and continue watching the show.

[darkpaladin109]

Give Hapah 3 DD if he shoots Tsari.

[Harry Baldman]

"KNOW WHEN TO HOLD 'EM, KNOW WHEN TO FOLD 'EM! KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY! KNOW WHEN TO RUN LIKE A SILLY LITTLE GIRL!" Gilbert screams as he dangles from the side of the boat. He calms down within a moment, and turns to look at Mason.

"Say, you think we could watch the duel happening over there, friend? I'll drop in the water immediately afterward of my own accord, honest. Pinky swear! Or perhaps even a scout's honor! But that over there is some good television, I have to say."

If Mr. Mason doesn't seem amenable to the proposition and tries to enact more of his disturbing bisection fetish or something similar on me, or the duel between Magarth and Larry ends, cut my losses and drop in the water of my own accord.

Spoiler: Gilbert Garplacks of RED (click to show/hide)

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

Wounds: clipped in the hip by Mason's tip.
Points: 2 (so sayeth the second post)

[swordsmith04]

"Sword" shakes his head as half of Red Team goes swimming. Amateurs. Clearly their captain hasn't shared his magic dodging voodoo with them.
"You can still win, Red! Come on!"

Then he mutters something about bad bets under his breath.

[Beirus]

((PW got the boat colors mixed up. And don't worry, Mason will jump in to help if Larry gets in real trouble.))

Spoiler: Mason Caldwell-Blue Barbarians-8 points (click to show/hide)

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 (1 charges left?), mostly used first aid kit.

"Alright, fair enough. Try anything and I'll cut your hands off though. Hey Larry, go for the face!" Mason responds to Gilbert before cheering Larry on.

Watch the fight. If it looks like Larry is in severe danger of not living or Gilbert tries anything, use offensive charge and possibly sword to knock Gilbert into the water.

[smurfingtonthethird]

VENGANCE

Call weasel reinforcements! Turn the thrower's nose into a crater!

POOP SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKIES THIS DAY

[Radio Controlled]

VENGANCE

Turn the thrower's nose into a crater!

Defend Paris' char. Try to knock that weasel unconscious.

[Harry Baldman]

"Hooray! Good taste wins the day!"

[Kriellya]

(( Sanity Check: The defensive/offensive charges are like the shackle, right? So how many points has Mason spent on this fight? ))

[Beirus]

((It has its own charges. It doesn't run off if points as far as I know.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Thank you, friends, for your assistance. I hope we'll be able to enjoy the game now without further interruptions. Say, have you guys met Holly?"

"Can't say I have. It's a pleasure to meet you, Holly."

VENGANCE

Call weasel reinforcements! Turn the thrower's nose into a crater!

POOP SHALL RAIN FROM THE SKIES THIS DAY

"There's a story here, and I just know I don't want to hear it."
Send him flying into the arena.

[Kriellya]

((It has its own charges. It doesn't run off if points as far as I know.))

(( Ahhh, I see, I missed that. Or mis-processed. Whatever. Let me go make sure that text is on the wiki (I'm sure it is XD) ))

[Xantalos]

...VENDORS
VENDORS I NEED ASSISTANCE

Obtain various hazardous food items and initiate a food fight with the people who fended me off.

[Hapah]

Give Hapah 3 DD if he shoots Tsari.

Certainly!

Take DD. Fire at Tsari.

[flabort]

Sing a song of meth heads
pocket full of crack
coke and salty cigarettes
rolled in a joint

When the joint was lit up
the walls began to cloak;
where did everything go?
(Status:Unconscious)

Spoiler: Wasted Bastard: Blue Team, 0 Points (click to show/hide)

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)