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![]() vs. ![]() I was speaking idiomatically. |
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
He doesn't know that yet.
FELIPE NO |
EDIT: I guess he has tall shoes. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
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Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Of course. Not eaten by a dragon, not cut in half in some majestic mid air axe swing, but spider-aura'd. Pfff.
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Well it's not like there was going to be any getting around fighting the goddam things. Someone was going to look in the cobwebs sooner or later.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Shit, you do something other than standing around making idle chit-chat and everyone wants you dead.
How ya doing, buddy? |
How do I have an invalid target? I still have an Inspiring Word left this encounter, and Brigid is within burst 5, and I'm not doing anything else.
I was speaking idiomatically. |
Well, shit.
I guess I'm healing Bob then. What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
I'm waiting on Bob's damage report to act.
FELIPE NO |
It was. I'm on it.
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
I am staying away from anything with the word "swarm" attached to it for now. If you guys want to kill rats, I'll be standing back
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
With our luck, this is some Mickey Mouse shit and they'll just turn into more, smaller rats and chew through our blood vessels.
How ya doing, buddy? |
I was about to enter that new room but then Shin went and activated the trap so I'm just gonna wait to see how that turns our first.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
![]() I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
I think we're all waiting on Shin to open that there door like he said he was going to do.
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![]() What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
O not Q FELIPE NO |
Would standing in P26 give me a clear fireball shot to L22, for if that brain moves a little closer?
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Background:
Society - Noble Motsognir is the eighteenth cousin of the fourth-in-line to the throne of a small series of caves near the coast. He used to get invited to a lot of parties, you know. Dwarf - Outcast Motsognir's quest for social advancement ended at a now somewhat infamous party celebrating the 47th birthday of the King's nephew, Goldquat. In front of all of high society, Motsognir tripped over his own decorative boots, pushing the yong Goldquat into the royal axe rack. They would have killed him had Motsognir not saved himself by accidentally tumbling into a well. He escaped through a small tunnel leading to the coastline. Occupation - Mariner Motsognir became ol' Soggy after his escape. Arriving at the ocean, he came upon the ship of the dreaded ghost-pirate Reverend Stang. The dwarf's bloated, pale complexion and the smell he acquired from standing in a well for three days convinced the ghost-pirates he was one of their own, and by the time he had dried out, they were too fond of his charming incompetence to throw him overboard. He stayed on the ship for fifteen years before it finally sailed off while he was passed out in a whorehouse. +2 to Acrobatics Jam it back in, in the dark. |
That's happened without problems in the past.
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Any chance of getting a brain-room map, Pang? I really don't want to look through the last however-many pages of battle posts to find a half-map of the room we're in.
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I'm just set on finding out if the folks behind door number one are friendlies or not.
I guess we'll probably kill them regardless so not sure if it really matters. I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
I'm a retard. Edited accordingly.
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