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Hey Pang, I'd like in as a backup character or whatever.
Do you know of any resources I could use to further research classes and abilities without having to interupt you or anyone else? I'm rusty with much of this. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
He has access to these threads, now. So he can resume his D&D DMing if he so chooses.
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Except that, if you had actually bothered reading, he mentioned that the flank gives a to hit bonus, so.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Fuck you, I ain't choosing until it's my turn, I'm too fickle. Besides, I'd tailor it around what seems to be lacking in the group at the moment.
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
If that's not proof enough of why I don't want to lock myself in I dunno what is I was speaking idiomatically. |
I was actually thinking Warforged Robobard named Optimus Primus.
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
![]() FELIPE NO |
That actually makes me wonder about a rule.
Would Arg be transformed into a special zombie with special stats or does he just become a regular zombie of whatever persuasion? (Outside of his equipment, rather). What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Stop ruining everything Zerg or I'll have your head.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
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I was speaking idiomatically. |
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BIRTH: Cursed Embarrassed after having been knocked up by a drunk cousin of hers at an underground house party, and with the somber knowledge that she was one nasty woman, even for a dwarf, Mrs. Sledgehammer knew that her upcoming baby was going to have some serious case of the uglies. Every priest the child was taken to after it's birth considered it an affront to their God, and it was cast away as a heathen. GEOGRAPHY: Tundra After trying to feed it to various animals, none of which were dumb enough to take the bait, Mrs. Sledgehammer just threw her tiny hairy son into the nearest implement she could find that would quickly get rid of him. ![]() Unluckily for the intelligent races of the world, he survived the subsequent landing in the far north, in a region called Saskatchewinia. When the kind locals found him, they pitied his hideousness and decided to let him live with the local blind man, so he would have company but not cause anyone physical anguish upon viewing him. SOCIETY: Poor Despite his physical appearance, Gabe found himself interested in a dude named Kord, which he read about in a book. Why the blind guy HAD printed books, he wouldn't ever learn, but he did soon find out that working for the guy meant he didn't have to sit around doing nothing, and he wasn't going to be judged for his hideous appearance. Win-win for Gabe. Plus, being dirt fucking poor didn't give him many other choices. It's not like there was a lot to do in Saskatchewinia besides freeze to death and grow wheat during the brief two weeks of summer the region experiences every year. So off to Kord Camp he went, and the rest is history. Background ability: +2 Intimidate, since he's a scary looking motherfucker. Most amazing jew boots |
Because it was stitched into his dwarven diapers.
FELIPE NO |
Are you paying attention to who's hurt and who's not yet, like...at all?
How ya doing, buddy? |
Wow.
Deus ex machina indeed. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Maybe I'm just a dick, but I thought it'd make some sense to let the group die because of it's collective mistakes instead of some Superman scenario to at least let other players play at some point, instead of waiting for people to have to move out of student housing and get stuck somewhere before a new character gets rolled in.
But 'eh, ![]() There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Gonna take that turn in a second, but PMing you about a rule clarification first.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
I got you out of harm's way, but the only one with any healing anything is Soggy.
He better go find you and pour that healing potion down your throat, but he needs to catch a fucking break soon. I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Oh, awesome. I was worried about the viability of anything too humourous going down while immobilization was in effect. That'll be one thing I'll just do away with conveniently.
How ya doing, buddy? |
*salute* How ya doing, buddy? |
Hybrid classes, not hybrid races, Zerg.
Although half-warforged half-bullywug would result in the greatest cyborg of all time. FELIPE NO |
Yeah, a game featuring dice is kinda random. I would not have guessed this myself, but I have learned this through
![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Man, I removed it since it was ambiguous, why you gotta do that.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |