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Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() ![]() |
I'm going to do everything in my power to keep this poor guy alive. If I'm taking a lot of hits, I'll probably run for it - after all, you guys don't need to end up fighting an extra zombie armed with a frying pan.
There's nowhere I can't reach. ![]() |
There goes the plan to kill the zombies before they made it into the building then.
![]() It was such a good plan too. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. ![]() ![]() |
No it wasn't. A good plan would involve an armored spike-covered chariot and fire. Lots of fire. And maybe a dirigible. On fire.
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Let's not forget using a sun to ignite a nuclear explosion.
also this:
I was speaking idiomatically. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Hey Shin, what possessed you to get that far out ahead in the first place?
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
He wasn't planning on them getting through so quickly, and he was probably hoping to burn them to death (again) before trying to resurrect them (again) to fight on our side.
FELIPE NO ![]() |
Well quite, I was hoping to kill them while they were still outside the building, maing it a siege rather than the current indoor fight situation we find ourselves in. I was kinda hoping we'd start at the windows and have a chance to thin their numbers before they even reached the door but apparently we were having some important conference behind the bar and the zombies snuck up on us or something.
![]() It's no biggie, Bob's quicker than a zombie even at walking speed anyway. What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? ![]() ![]() |
Hawkeye, I'm afraid it won't work out that way, but if we're lucky Pang might have the zombies do a song and dance number.
Jam it back in, in the dark. |
I'm sure if Pang has anything to say about it i'll get bitten and turn on the Horde. Maybe he'll even let me keep going and knock out a few teeth once I'm a zombie.
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If roleplaying autopilot is your thing I guess.
stumble moan This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
How ya doing, buddy? |
I don't quite get how Shin intended to have a ranged battle through barricaded windows, myself.
I was speaking idiomatically. ![]() |
What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? |
Miss does half strength damage, pang =V
FELIPE NO |
Yeah, I kinda thought I missed something there. Fixed. (2 damage oh boy)
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![]() Jam it back in, in the dark. It was lunchtime at Wagstaff.
Touching butts had been banned by the evil Headmaster Frond. Suddenly, Tina Belcher appeared in the doorway. She knew what she had to do. She touched Jimmy Jr's butt and changed the world. |
Oh no! Please! Anything but that!
15 damage to Ewan, bloodied Deaf, Dazed (save ends both) There's nowhere I can't reach. ![]() |
Is it even possible to land a critical hit while throwing tankards? Not that I'm just going to keep throwing tankards, just curious.
This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Even the silliest attacks get an attack roll, and a 20 is a 20.
I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? ![]() |
hey, if I drank a tankard full of ale and blew it into a torch right into some schmoe zombie's face*, what sort of stats would be applied to such an attack roll?
* okay, you got me. His crotch. I was speaking idiomatically. |
Close blast 2, +6 vs Reflex, 2d6+ CON mod damage.
Then you get Dazed by alcohol poisoning (save ends) What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now? ![]()
Last edited by The unmovable stubborn; Jan 26, 2009 at 09:19 PM.
Reason: Most players would not be clever enough to improvise dragonbreath elixirs, but here we are
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Most amazing jew boots |
Make-shift fire explodytimes are the best. =))))
One campaign where all we did was escape a prison (and fail miserably once outside the gates) I made the best out of all lanterns I could find. During a fight in the courtyard between some mean, ugly prisoners and some of my party the guards were distracted, so I took the opportunity to climb up a pole and managed to conceal a lantern's door hinge in my anal cavity. Proved an excellent pick for my thief and we escaped our cells later that night during which I used lanterns to set a couple guards that I had caught by surprise on fire. They lit up real gooood. ![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() |