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Loud noises stir Argumentus from his slumber, fists balled up and maybe ready? Doesn't know for sure really. He issues forth a terrible war cry:
"What?" [I guess I wait now] Jam it back in, in the dark.
Last edited by Bradylama; Jul 2, 2008 at 04:02 AM.
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Argumentus takes a step towards the nasty thing, but all that exertion makes him think of snack time, and so he checks his inventory...
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Slab pretty. Is it candy?
Argumentus licks placard This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Yeah, I hungry.
![]() Argumentus performs unarmed strike on door How ya doing, buddy? |
Argumentus searches room for edibles
I was speaking idiomatically. |
No food! Argumentus not happy.
![]() Argumentus searches the corpse What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
Oh. Yeah. I like pretty lady.
![]() Argumentus goes to fetch Scary Bob carrying him into the mess Hall with his big strong arms that could just hold on forever and ever FELIPE NO |
I want to pet the puppies. Argumentus loves to pet puppies.
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
"What you guys doing? Puppies other way."
![]() Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Ooooooh. Short man need hep open door. I open door the best of all. Hep short man.
Argumentus raises his mighty fists and bashes on the Southern Door "ANYBODEE HOOOOOOOME!?" There's nowhere I can't reach. |
"NOT PUPPIES!"
Argumentus moves once to the west, then faces the east Argumentus equips shield This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Argumentus's brow furrows with rage. With spittle dangling from his protruding lower lip he leans back and performs brute strike on Goblin Leader.
How ya doing, buddy? |
"GUUUU!"
The beetles' combined assault was too much for Argumentus to cope with, letting loose a flurry of punches on the northern beetle. Argumentus performs Reaping Strike on northern beetle Argumentus moves a space to the west How ya doing, buddy? |
Argumentus comes to the sudden realization that he's doing what he loves best, hurting things.
Argumentus moves one space north one space east Argumentus performs sure strike on goblin Most amazing jew boots |
Killing was a sensation new to Argumentus. Oh sure he'd punched lots of things; people, cattle, dogs, fish, but he'd never punched them dead. D-E-D dead. The sudden mastery over life and death caused a gnarled grin to curl up on the left side of his face. The new found sense of power causing the blood to surge through his veigns, Argumentus rushed into the southern room smelling 'nummies. yum
Argumentus experiences a healing surge Argumentus moves one space west of the cooking pot FELIPE NO |
Bloodlust instantly succumbing to hunger, Argumentus investigates the contents of the crockery.
How ya doing, buddy? |
Argumentus downs a cupped handful of the stew while it's still just right.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Argumentus counts the number of creatures he laid the deathblow upon with his fingers. Struggling with finger number 1 he pockets 5 GP anyways.
"Now short man you hep Argumentus? We see puppies?" There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Argumentus looks at the North Door. He looks long and hard at it. Then he looks some more. Then he realizes that he's not doing anything and inspects the door to see if he can open it once again in his own "special" way.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Argumentus stares at the door, slack jawed and dull-eyed. A single line of drool slides down from the corner of his mouth, miraculously reaching the floor without a break.
Argumentus waits on more dudes I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
The sudden rush of meeces broke Argumentus's dull composure, causing him to fall back and protect the pretty lady.
Argumentus moves to the left of Scary Bob's table, facing the door I was speaking idiomatically. |
Argumentus, enraged by the Dire Rat's bite, puts his shoulder to the shield and bulldozes his way into the pack of large rats now swarmed by daggers.
Argumentus moves Northeast Argumentus performs Passing Attack on Dire Rat, following through to Giant Rats What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
UGLUUUUUUUUUU!!!!
Argumentus Performs Reaping Strike on South Dire Rat How ya doing, buddy? |
Argumentus, now frustrated at his inability to cause damage to the bitey things makes a broad sweeping motion with his shield, crashing into the scurrying rat swarm.
Argumentus strikes Rat Swarm, cleaving into Giant Rat What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
(goin to sleep so...)
With tiny bite marks across his body oozing blood and puss, Argumentus steels himself against the swarm. Argumentus experiences healing surge How ya doing, buddy? |