[DnD] Let's Cast Magic Missile!

Originally Posted by Shin

before picking up the dog statue and helping myself to some of his trail rations and his rope.

No dice. That was the only thing I used up when I sent him off.

How ya doing, buddy?

Don't worry buddy. I won't pinch hard enough to cause HP loss.

What happens in the bedroom is another story entirely, though. I can't be held responsible for going out in a blaze of underage vaguely-taiwanese gnome hookers and some magical blow.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Taking Crack the Shell. Hopefully it'll help a bit with the wonderful hit rolls you've been seeing.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Good point, Pang. I was considering going two handed swords for interest, but that might be too much of a change for when (real) Garr got back. I don't think I'll change that sort of focus on him.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Out of curiousity, what sort of stats does my new thingamajig have, Pang? Same range as a bow? Any ideas about maximum explosion radius of the molotovs? I imagine just 1 square each way, no diagonal?

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Quite, skex. I figure we have magic fire sources if I can't spend a round lighting several of the things beforehand. A round only lasts several seconds and the wicks are long enough to last from one to the next.

It's one of those improvise as I go things. No rain, nigga. No rain.

FELIPE NO

Can these magic boomerang weapons hit shit on the way back?

Aka if I have an immediate interupt power that moves me, and soggy throws his shit, can it bean me in the noggin on the return flight?

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

God dammit knk.

I was slowly walking forward to get into range to grease spell him with the oil launcher, so he'd FALL DOWN AND NOT SHOOT THE CAKE.

You asshole.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I was under the impression that you have to make a reflex save when you're hit with the spell initially and every round spent in the affected area after that yet.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

My robot's crotchpipe will be Garr's object of affection.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Yeah. Soggy, of all folks, is probably used to a burning sensation every time he deals with thick and sticky goo. Take his advice.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I am all for cum-in-a-jar attacks. That sounds right up most of these folks' alley.

I was speaking idiomatically.

I'm on it chief.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Who gives a fuck, let's keep this shit moving.

FELIPE NO

Just putting this out there.

If Acer is busy on the weekends (this is the same timeframe as last week), I will take his Sunday turns.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Cette? How do you get that? Skexx is playing.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

CHARACTER HISTORY IS A GO.

GLOCKENSPIEL MCSTEELCHEST

CREATION: Amongst friends

Glock was made on an assembly line, one of many nearly identical to himself. During wartime, at that. So he had all sorts of neat little compartments in him to carry things, and generally do badass robot shit. Subroutines upon subroutines were contained within his brain on how to kick some serious ass, and take names.

However, something went very wrong when they were installing his personality. More than likely, some mischievious Goblin, or something similarily dirty and unwashed (perhaps a halfling) altered his programming.

As a result, Glock ended up being what many would call an organic being "mentally unstable", and it seemed like he both hated and loved EVERYTHING. He was very animated, despite only being able to speak in stilted robotic monotone. He often swore, and had all the tact of a bald angry midget.

So, he was a bit of an asshole.

This was why his makers all came to the conclusion that he was an abject failure, and threw him into the closest garbage receptical they could find.

And there he sat, for a very long time. All until he was accidentally reactivated by a young dwarf named Beardo The Hairy. The war he had been made for being long over, and not knowing what to do with his life, he decided to head to...community college.

(RELATIVELY) YOUNG ROBOTHOOD: Bending University

Not having any idea what younger robots did for jobs, Glock bummed around on the college circuit for some time before he decided to take up a trade. Bending girders. It seemed like an appropriately robot thing to do. He knew a guy once who did that. He often wondered what happened to that guy.

Oh well, might as well go for it. No use wasting all your cash and ending up with nothing but robot loans for years while working some minimum wage bullshit job.

And after several years, he had this little diploma. Which he promptly rolled up and stuck in his shoe, never to look at again.

As a certified graduate, he decided to go out looking for work in his chosen field.

OCCUPATION: Circus Attraction

Having a useless certification in a trade no one had a need for, (the lack of structures with girders in them was not something he thought of), Glock found it hard to find a job in his prefered area of expertise. Bouncing between employers for the better part of a few dozen months, he finally landed a job that would change his life.

He was a circus strong man.

"Step right up and fight the amazing SteelChest", the ring leader would say. "Win, and you get a fantastic prize! Tokens you can use to redeem at our prize arcade! Stuffed animals galore, and even some mutton on a stick".

But before he was allowed to fight any circus goers, he had to recite a little ditty.

"My name is Glock, I have metal joints. Beat me up and earn 15 silver points."

After repeating this many times, Glock began to realize he LIKED the singing part. So much so, in fact, that he took it up as a hobby, and even though he got in a lot of fist fights, his talent as a musician continued to grow.

Eventually, after saving up enough gold, he decided to pursue being a full time bard. After telling the circus master where he can shove his silver coloured tokens, he took off for ADVENTURE AND FUN.

Bonus: Endurance +2, for all the physical violence he had to endure.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Out of curiousity, what's inaccurate about mine, and what should I avoid using?

Most amazing jew boots

We both have healing powers, I have a ranged attack that explodes heads when I tell goblins I fucked their mom with a broom, and I fully plan on making inventions to overcome the missing ranged burst attacks you had, homey.

I think we'll be fine.

Too bad Zerg. =(

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Game over. Acer wins.

I was speaking idiomatically.

So, Pango.

Regarding uhhh...materials science.

Blacksmiths know iron. Easy enough.

They also know bronze, so tin and copper.

Do they know zinc, and subsequently brass?

This is in regards to later inventin'

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

IT DIDN'T SAY THAT WHEN I STARTED

FELIPE NO

Consider it done.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

I agree with LeHah. It's about the funny, not about the bloody violence. I would have enjoyed puzzle solving and/or map making just as much. Doesn't matter to me either way!

Jam it back in, in the dark.

That's cool and all, knk. But there's not a lot you can do when half the group isn't posting and you don't want to make a bunch of decisions on their behalf there.

You don't need constant battles to have fun, is all I'm saying. But one could say that because of 4E's focus, it makes a lot more sense to have more of them, I guess.

There's nowhere I can't reach.