Ready Aim Fire XXIX - Dungeon Crawlin' Fools

[Castaras]

Ready – Aim – Fire Classic XXIX
Dungeon Crawlin' Fools

Previous Games:


{table=head]Game number|Game title|Winner|number of contestants|Narrator
RAF I | The First | DarkLightDragon | 14 contestants | Silkenfist
RAF II | The godfather legacy | B-Man | 8 patrons | Silkenfist
RAF III | Pirates | Bookman | 12 Pirates | Silkenfist
RAF IV | Ghost Town | Alarra | 16 cowboys | Silkenfist
RAF V | Thawing Glaciers | Bookman | 17 caveman | Silkenfist
RAF VI | The last flight of the Hermes | Deckmaster | 20 Hackers | Silkenfist
RAV VII | Hideyoshis Messanger | DarkLightDragon | 27 shinobi | Silkenfist
RAF VIII | Boonta Eve Memorial | DarkLightDragon | 28 Rebels | Silkenfist
RAF IX | Tainted Gold | Krursk | 32 treasure hunters | Silkenfist
RAF X | Year of fourty emperors | Krursk | 39 senators | Silkenfist
RAF XI | Banquet Arcana | Shadow | 43 wizards | Silkenfist
RAF XII | Worms | Inky13112 | 37 worms | evnafets
RAF XIII | Zombie Attack | Destro_Yersul | 39 Zombies | evnafets
RAF XIV | The Giant Playground | Almighty Salmon | 37 kids | Zar Peter
RAF XV | Doctor, we have an emergancy | Shishnarfne | 36 doctors | Mordokai
RAF XVI | The Great American Cross Country Road Race | Fleeing Coward | 30 drivers | Zar Peter
RAF XVII | Playground Idol | Phase | 26 singers | Zar Peter
RAF XVIII | Playground Festival | Fleeing Coward | 18 celebrators | Zombie Pixe / Dallas Dakota
RAF XIX | On the turtles back | Freshmeat | 32 Ankh-Morporkians | Uncle Festy
RAF XX | Firefly | undisclosed | 40 Flies | Thanatos
RAF XXI | The War of the Roses | Wolfbane | 25 heirs of the Throne | Zar Peter
RAF XXII|RAF and the holy Grail|Crimmy|24 knights of the Round Table|Zar Peter
RAF XXIII|Götterdämmerung|Ink|23 Gods|Zar Peter
RAF XXIV|Survival of the Fittest|Inigo Montoya|30 animals|Zar Peter
RAF XXV|Primary Colours|Uncle Festy|31 politicians|Zar Peter
RAF XXVI|Rome: Civil War|Uncle Festy|22 senators|Castaras
RAF XXVII|The Shopping Mall|lostlittlebear|17 shoppers|Castaras
RAF XXVIII|The MASH|Atreyu the Masked Llama|18 Things|Castaras
[/table]

This game is identical with Silkenfist's game “Ready Aim Fire!”. Thank you Silkenfist for the idea.

The main rules:


Your aim is to be the last person standing. To do this, each round you have to decide between three actions:

1) Shoot the air –> Nothing happens. If you get shot you die.
2) Shoot [insert player name here] –> [insert player name here] dies if he did not shoot himself.
3) Shoot yourself -> if no one tries to kill you, you die! If someone shoots you this player will get killed instead of you and you live!

For better understanding here is a link to Lord Herman’s “comic for better understanding the rules of Ready Aim Fire (http://home.planet.nl/~hdgoede/tdg/StickArt/TeamRAF/Instructions.png)”.
You have about two days to PM your action to the narrator (=me!). I will announce the submission date in the Narrator Posts.

I will post the end of the round and start writing then, no PMs will be accepted after the end of the round post.

If you miss a date once you shoot the air. If you miss a date twice in a row you get autolynched.


For a better idea on what actually happens, take a look at a previous thread Here, narrated by Zar Peter (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=120083).

Roleplaying and narration-wise... We are kicking down the proverbial door, killing the monsters, stealing the treasure, and stabbing our buddies. You are either a dungeon dwelling denizen, or a foolhardy adventurer. Or Fruit Pie the Sorcerer.

Sign Ups begin now, and will end Friday 30th July.

Current Number of Players: 26
{table=head]Number|Player|Role
0|Castaras|Dungeon Master
1|Lord Fullbladder|Undead robot king fueled by dark magics
2|Deathslayer7|Druid whose animal companion kills everything
3|billtodamax|The first rat on the first floor
4|Kroy|Greedy-ass rogue who steals everything on sight.
5|Introbulus|Swashbuckly person thing
6|Dallas-Dakota|Duck
7|Fleeing Coward|A chicken that somehow wandered into the dungeon and can't find it's way out
8|The Bushranger|Fey-pact Warlock
9|Blueboy|Cowardly Goblin
10|Reinholdt|Dripping Water
11|Kantur|
12|Zar Peter|Bard who's specialty is conjuring Rat Swarms.
13|Atreyu the Masked LLama|LLumble Bee
14|ozgun92|Pun-Pun
15|Uncle Festy|LARPer
16|Wolfbane|Mimic treasure chest
17|Piratemonk|A horrendously multiclassed thing
18|Shadow|
19|Diva De|Mirage. Dragon rogue/diplomat shapeshifted into an elf.
20|Lostlittlebear|Cute teddy bear toy that's actually an epic-level demilich
21|Hobbitkniver|Annoying chaotic-good halfling.
22|Internet Flea|Squiggle in my shooter's eye that he just can't stop seeing
23|Dr.Otaku|Gelatinous cube
24|Calar|Confused Samurai
25|Bayar|Kobold Warblade
26|Elder Tsofu|Dire lichen
[/table]

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Oooh! Ooh! I caught it this time! Pick me! Pick me! The Fullbladder shall play!

Er, yeah. To continue the trend I started in the last RAF I managed to catch during recruitment, I will be an undead robot king fueled by dark magics

[Deathslayer7]

In as the Druid whose animal companion kills everything :smallbiggrin:

[billtodamax]

In as the first rat on the first floor.

[Kroy]

In as greedy-ass rogue who steals everything on sight.

[Trobby]

:smallconfused: Okay, I'm game.

*Swashbuckles my way in* Yar!

[Dallas-Dakota]

Cassie, ya know me. In.

Also in for every future RAF, ever.

Just poke me somehow if one is recruiting/starting up.

[Fleeing Coward]

Count me in, I'll be a chicken that somehow wandered into the dungeon and can't find it's way out.

[The Bushranger]

I'm in, as a Fey-pact Warlock. :smallwink:

[blueboy]

In as a cowardly goblin.

[Reinholdt]

In as dripping water. :smallcool:

[Kantur]

I'd like to play please!

[Zar Peter]

I'm in! And filler.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

In as a http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/wolfshonor/llamas/th_bee.gif LLumble Bee!!

Also, ummm...Cassie..RAF 18 isn't on the RAF chart in the first post. :smallfrown: Did my win get thrown out?

[Eloel]

In as Pun-Pun

[Uncle Festy]

Obviously in, as a LARPer. :smallwink:

[UncleWolf]

In! I'll be the mimic treasure chest that all adventurers fall for. :smallbiggrin:

[PirateMonk]

In as a horrendously multiclassed thing.

[Castaras]

In as a http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/wolfshonor/llamas/th_bee.gif LLumble Bee!!

Also, ummm...Cassie..RAF 18 isn't on the RAF chart in the first post. :smallfrown: Did my win get thrown out?

Oops, need to sort that out! Will have it sorted in a jiffy!

[Zar Peter]

Ok, read the roleplaying advice:

I'm the bard who's specialty is conjuring Rat Swarms. He can't control them after they are conjured of course :smallbiggrin:

[Shadow]

In fillerfillerfiller

[Fleeing Coward]

In as a http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i278/wolfshonor/llamas/th_bee.gif LLumble Bee!!

Also, ummm...Cassie..RAF 18 isn't on the RAF chart in the first post. :smallfrown: Did my win get thrown out?

I'm pretty sure I won RAF 18, think you missed that second X Mr. Llama :smallbiggrin:

[Diva De]

IN! Is there an auto-notify set up for these like way back when? If so, please add me to it.

Anyhow, in as Mirage. Duh. Dragon rogue/diplomat shapeshifted into an elf. Speaks, um, everything. :smallcool:

[lostlittlebear]

In as the cute teddy bear toy that's actually an epic-level demilich!

[hobbitkniver]

In as the annoying chaotic-good halfling.

[Internet Flea]

In as the squiggle in my shooter's eye that he just can't stop seeing.

[Dr.Otaku]

in...as a gelatinous cube :smallwink:

[calar]

In as a confused samurai, wondering if he is in the right campaign world.

[Bayar]

In as a kobold warblade.

[billtodamax]

Hey, it's Bayar! I haven't seen you in forever!

[Dallas-Dakota]

The power of RAF compells you! The power of RAF compells you! :smallbiggrin:

Great ta see ye again.

[Castaras]

2 more days to sign up! Get your sign ins now!

[Dallas-Dakota]

In, as a Duck.

[Trobby]

*Picks you up*

? What are you doing in he-OH NOOOO!!!~~

[Castaras]

In, as a Duck.


*Picks you up*

? What are you doing in he-OH NOOOO!!!~~

You guys win. :smallbiggrin:

[Castaras]

The more people the better - join the fun!

[Elder Tsofu]

You're kind to novices are you?
*looks at other players with big sad puppy eyes*

In as dire lichen, motto: We'll get you eventually! :smallsmile:

[Castaras]

Sign ups are now closed!




"Roll up, roll up, get yer weapons here! Best prices around!"
"Get yer trail rations here! 5 copper a pack!"
"5 copper? That's ridiculous!"
"What yer mean, it's ridiculous?"
"As in, I refuse to pay that much for it."
"Well it's either that or you go hungry."
"I choose option C."
"What's option C-GLURK!"

The vendor collapses, sword in his throat. The Warlock grins, and starts looting the body.

"Hang on hang on hang on! Time out time out! You can't just kill off all the NPCs in this world!"
"Why not?"
"Because it says on your character sheet you're good!"
"Oh yeah? Well if I say my Warlock stabs someone, he stabs someone! Ain't that right, Diva?"
"mmMMMmmMMMM!"
"...Diva. What are you doing with my brother?"
"MmmmMMMmMMMM huh what?"

Diva De blinks, stepping away from a young male drow, who's blushing furious with his shirt half removed.

"...You DARE... Wait. Introbulus, what are you doing with my pizza?!"
"Nomnomnomnom oh this is your pizza? Sorry, didn't realise."
":smallmad:"
"Squeak squeak squeak go the little rats... squeak squeak squeaky squeak squeak. Squeak squeak squeak..."
"Zar Peter, will you PLEASE stop singing that awful song."
"But I'm a bard! It's my Rat summoning song."
"Well just because your bard is a girl doesn't mean you have to do that awful falsetto!"
"Petey, can you teach me that song?"
"Certainly Bushy. It goes Squeak squeak squeak squeak..."
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak..."

":furious: RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

":smalleek: Oh shoot."


A wave of her hand, and Castaras teleports her four rampant players away from the room. She pauses a moment, considering, then walks through to the entrance to the basement of her house, picking up her dice box. Darnit, that was another group of players that were idiots. She'd now have to find a new group to GM. On reaching the basement, she tips four metal figurines onto a large dungeon playing board, before leaving the basement and heading back to her computer to find new players.






Meanwhile; Bushranger, Diva De, Zar Peter, and Introbulus wake up, on a hard floor in a dungeon.

"Waaaait a minute, where are we? Last I remember was Cassie going Hulk on us."
"Wow, whatever she did she made my boobs bigger, which is awesome! :smallbiggrin:"
":smalleek: Petey?"
":smallconfused: What?"
"You're grown boobs!"
"Yeah, an- Wait what?! *poke* WHAT!"
"Wait..."

Diva De picks up a dagger from the floor.

"We've turned into our characters..."
"Yep. Castaras has got you stuck in here as well."

The four turn to see a Duck standing before them.

"Huh, I'd never expect to find a duck in a dungeon..."
"Yeah, I'm one of her munchkin players. I'm Dallas. Well, was. Now you, me and loads of others are stuck here, and we need to find a way out!"
"We do?"
"Yeah. Otherwise we're stuck here forever."
"Well you can't depend on Diva here. She'll just be snogging some guy straight away."
"Hmm? But it's my characteeeeer!"
"Yeah, and you are your character now."
"Oh. Right. Which means that you, Bushy, are going to want to kill us all aren't you? :smallsigh:"
"The thought had occurred to me...:smallamused:"

Introbulus blinks, watching the others, and shakes his head. Yegawds, this would be a toughie to get out of... and he would have to make sure he's the one who escapes... everyone else is better off stuck in this dungeon.

Round 1 begins. Please send in your actions by Sunday 2nd August, 20:00 GMT+1. Apologies to people who didn't get mentioned, you're all like that Duck. :smalltongue:

[Trobby]

"Orange text? I usually go with gray or purple...blue in a pinch.

Introbulus tugged on his swashbucking coat.

"And why is this character shirtless? Darnit, it's the DM's imagination, not mine! I knew I should've asked before eating any of that pizza."

He watched the other characters bicker amongst each other, brow slightly raised, tail slightly swished.

"At least she got the tail right...though now I kind of wish it were a prehensile tail...ah well. Only thing to do is to make sure I don't die."

[Zar Peter]

Yay, I've got Boobs!!!

What? I'm still male inside. :smalltongue:

[Trobby]

"Yes...you...do."

"GAH! No, bad myself! I should NOT be looking at..."

*Sweeps her off her feet*

:smallamused: "Hello, my fair lady."

~No, no! Bad me! Bad!~

((I like how our avatars are totally wrong for our roles. :smalltongue: ))

[Zar Peter]

Hey! If you do that again you should gag me! Otherwise I will summon... hey! Put that gag away! I'm not that kind of girl!


I should change my avatar:

http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s113/ZarPeter/Pete.png


I enjoy this game! I really do. :smallbiggrin:

[The Bushranger]

"Wait...why would I want to kill you all? I'm Good!

...well, Chaotic Good. And Chaos means I can't be Good all the time...


...Ye gads! I'm turning into Tobias!!" :smalleek:


...hey, look! Is that a demonic duck of some sort?!

*points at DD, and runs!*

[Trobby]

((Hmm...I will have to finish my Airship Pirate Captain if this game is to continue.

That is to say, I will have to start doing some actual work on him. #<.<#))

[Dallas-Dakota]

I'm just a duck! I don't know! One should know better then to place a duck into dungeon randomly!

*hides behind the pretty lady AKA Zar with Boobs*
Not demonic! I'm not demonic! To prove my not demonic-ness, I shall become a priest, sometime ever!

[billtodamax]

*scuttles up to the bard*

*sniffs foot*

*bites*

[Reinholdt]

*drips on someone's head in an annoying manner*

[Diva De]

The Diva chuckles and eyes Bushranger coyly. You wouldn't go and turn your back on an old friend, right BR? I mean, we ARE all in this together. She shifts her packs slightly so that they sit more comfortably, revealing the pale blue glow of her short sword.

[The Bushranger]

*pauses in fleeing*

"...I suppose you do have a point. But if I start quoting Sun Tzu, go ahead and put me out of my mysery."

*chuckles and looks for something to fry using Fey powers*

[Trobby]

"Heh...hey, don't worry too much, Bushy. We're all in this together, even if things are a little...weird.

He said this as he held Zeb in his arms, still crossed between being utterly freaked out, and trying to charm her with his roguish good looks.

[The Bushranger]

"...I suppose they could be weirder," BR quips, shaking his (now white) hair and sighing. "At least I wasn't playing a female warlock..."

:smalltongue:

[Dr.Otaku]

oozes along some dark random corridor deep in the dungeon absorbing the stray trash left around

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The Old Monarch watches the ooze ooze past, as dark fires lick at the corroded steel of its frame. It gestures towards the other monster with a hand long rusted into a claw.

<Might I interest you in some chess? It has been terribly boring since my knee rusted over. How about Monopoly?>

[Castaras]

I have just been informed that Sunday is August 1st. Which is correct.

So it's August 1st you have to send in your actions by. Just to clarify.

[Reinholdt]

"Heh...hey, don't worry too much, Bushy. We're all in this together, even if things are a little...weird.

He said this as he held Zeb in his arms, still crossed between being utterly freaked out, and trying to charm her with his roguish good looks.

*drips water on*
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[Trobby]

"...That is kind of annoying."

Introbulus steps away from the water dripping on his head.

"Ah, there we-"

And it follows him.

"GAH! IT'S SENTIENT!"

And he stabs it with his sword.

[lostlittlebear]

Somewhere deeper in the dungeon....

Evilulz the Second stands over his scry crystal, observing the activities of the hapless adventurers.

Sighing, he turns to his right-hand minion.

"Adventurers are getting from bad to worse these days. Back when I was a cub they actually tried to kill me and take my treasure - now all they want to do is get into each others' pants."

"As you say, oh most dread lord of darkness."

Waddling over to his (five-inch high) chariot, the demonic teddy bear rubs his furry fingers together.

"Still, Minerva hasn't been fed in a while, and she could use the exercise. Minion, go rustle up a bunch of random encounters for those adventurers - they'll need to be kept occupied while I fetch her. Besides, she is partial to softened meat..."

Snapping his chariot's reins, the bear spurs the attached pony plushies into a gallop, soon disappearing into the darkness of the dungeon's labyrinthine.

[Zar Peter]

"Heh...hey, don't worry too much, Bushy. We're all in this together, even if things are a little...weird.

He said this as he held Zeb in his arms, still crossed between being utterly freaked out, and trying to charm her with his roguish good looks.

Why am I constantly confused with Zeb? Why??

Yes, I'm nearly as old as he is (or is it the other way round?) and yes, his nickname starts with a Z but... well, sounds pretty similar to me now, too. Ok, but please don't do it again!

[Reinholdt]

"...That is kind of annoying."

Introbulus steps away from the water dripping on his head.

"Ah, there we-"

And it follows him.

"GAH! IT'S SENTIENT!"

And he stabs it with his sword.

You stab the water. It's water. It gets your sword wet.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Just call Peter ''Oh almighty and great Czar Peter'', it's what I call him, otherwise I'd just either confuse him with my dad, Peter, or with Zeb.:smalltongue:

[Trobby]

"...Okay guys, I think I slayed the water."

[Reinholdt]

"...Okay guys, I think I slayed the water."

*drip*
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[Trobby]

"GAAH! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!

Introbulus starts firing his pistol at the dripping water exactly like a mad man.

[Reinholdt]

The dripping appears to stop for now. Huh.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Aww, com'on, water, don't you stop dripping now! I had 2 copper pieces on you!

[Diva De]

Diva takes her glowing sword from its sheathe and holds it high, illuminating the tunnel before them. Well, it's no use standing around here getting attacked by water. She casts a withering glance at Introbulus. Let's see if we can find... A way out? The DM? Other people who could help? ...some LEWT!

*le sigh* Rogues will be rogues.

[Trobby]

"I'll have you know that ninty nine percent of all threats in a dungeon come from the ceiling! It's true! Bats, spiders, giant ceiling mosters that look exactly like the ceiling, it is always never a waste of bullets to shoot the ceiling, just to be sure...but I AM in favor of the lewt."

He finally put his gun away, and proceeded to follow the lady Diva, assuming the others would follow too.

[billtodamax]

*bites Introbulus on the ankle*

*flees*

[Trobby]

"GAH! A RAT! A RAT!"

Introbulus shouts, firing his flintlock pistol downwards...rather stupidly.

"GAH! MY FOOT! MY FOOT!

He hops up and down, his foot now bleeding profusely.

"Thrice be damned, I should NOT be this incompetent!"

((Unfortunately, his God is having way too much fun watching him be a buffoon. :smalltongue: ))

[billtodamax]

*crawls up pant leg to escape the pistol*

[Zar Peter]

* Casts a rat swarm on the rat *

That should do the job. Hehe. Wait, I think I'm missing something...

[Reinholdt]

Diva takes her glowing sword from its sheathe and holds it high, illuminating the tunnel before them. Well, it's no use standing around here getting attacked by water. She casts a withering glance at Introbulus. Let's see if we can find... A way out? The DM? Other people who could help? ...some LEWT!

*le sigh* Rogues will be rogues.

*drip*
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Uh-oh. It seems shooting the ceiling did chip it, and just rerouted the dripping onto Diva instead.

[Trobby]

"RATS! RATS IN MY PANTS!" The rogue shouted, and immediately started to de-pants himself, tossing the offending item away.

"Whew...there. It's okay everyone! I fixed the problem!"

@V: Actually, I just recently added all of the current threats for Critical Failure week...I may or may not add later threats that appear.

[Diva De]

Diva sighs and takes off her leather items, not wanting them to shrink. She packs them into her Bag of Holding and braids her hair with deft, nimble fingers. Stupid leaky dungeons. Come on, boys, before this turns into a wet t-shirt contest. Indeed, as her white dress shirt is already becoming transparent in a few places. Holding her sword high, she heads down the tunnel, not waiting on the others.

((I love how Intro's avy keeps changing as new threats are added. LOL.))

[The Bushranger]

"You fixed the problem...but may have added another one."
BR looks away from the now-pantsless Introbulus with a pained expression...only to note the sudden dampness of that white shirt as he turns his attention to his other companion...and looks away again, this time with a blushing expression...

"Ah-hem. I agree, moving out and seeking loot sounds like a wonderful idea. Perhaps the loot will be found where it's less dry and ratty, too?"

[Castaras]

I am working on the narration as I type. Keep your eyes peeled, it will be around soon (tm).

[Diva De]

Dog boy - get those pants back on! What if you are attacked by an acidic ooze at...oh, let's say...waist height? Diva arches an eyebrow and smirks. She heads down the hallway to an intersection. The left passage is blocked with rubble, leaving only one real option. She turns down the right passage, keen green eyes searching for traps as they go. Unfortunately, those not keeping pace with her may be left in darkness once she turns the corner.

[Castaras]

*thunks to sleep*

6 players left to write about their fates, will have the narration up by tomorrow.

This is a rather strange story, btw. Not sure if Mash was stranger or not, but this one is certainly turning out weird.

[Trobby]

"I highly doubt that a waist-high acid monster will escape my notice. Give me SOME credit Diva." Said the pantsless, panicky swashbuckler, following behind her.

[The Bushranger]

The white-haired warlock can't resist the opening given.
"I dunno. I'd say that depends on where your eyes were at the time, wouldn't you think?" :smallwink:

[Diva De]

Diva stops suddenly, freezing in mid step. Nobody move - there's a trap. Easing her foot back, she sets down her sword, leaving an eerie pool of blue light on the floor around it and casting most of the rest of the corridor in darkness. I got this. She drops down and presses her belly against the floor, sliding along and arching her back to squeeze under something only she can see. She hisses in pain as something cuts her arm, but doesn't lose her focus. With deft, quick flicks of her fingers, she holds her breath...then sighs with relief. OK, cool. I got it. It was designed to bring the ceiling down. Probably what happened to that other tunnel. She stands and brushes herself off, then rips a patch from her shirt to bind around her upper arm. Retrieving her sword, she straightens and smiles. Let's go.

[Trobby]

"...Channeling Haley a bit, are we?" Introbulus chuckled, now carrying his pants over his shoulder. He apparently was channeling Elan, somehow.

[Reinholdt]

Despite no longer having a target it wishes to inflict itself on, the noise of the water is never ending.

*drip*
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[The Bushranger]

BR, meanwhile, pointedly doesn't watch the trap-disabling demonstration with interest.
Nope, nope, nope...
"Are you implying that I might be channeling V?" he asks, chuckling.
Then idly sending an eldritch blast in the direction of the dripping sound.

BA-ZING!!

[billtodamax]

*drinks some water*

*scuttles after the party*

[Trobby]

"...Ah screw it, you wanna be my uh...animal companion or whatever, little guy?" The kindhearted swashbuckler smiles at the scurrying rat, offering it a bit of cheese in exchange for a lifetime of loyalty.

[billtodamax]

*glances up at cheese*

*contemplates biting leg*

*scampers up leg and perches on shoulder*

[Reinholdt]

BR, meanwhile, pointedly doesn't watch the trap-disabling demonstration with interest.
Nope, nope, nope...
"Are you implying that I might be channeling V?" he asks, chuckling.
Then idly sending an eldritch blast in the direction of the dripping sound.

BA-ZING!!
Water has been redirected again!
I keep waiting for it to break the roof in and flood the place.
But it won't ever cause it's just dripping water.

*glances up at cheese*

*contemplates biting leg*

*scampers up leg and perches on shoulder*
Look! A rat to land on!
*drip*
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[Elder Tsofu]

Oblivious to the ruckus the lichen hangs on, waiting for slower prey.

[Castaras]

Disclaimer: Not responsible for the narration not matching up to the thread banter, nor for it not being as amusing as last time. :smalltongue:

Leaving the rest of the party to their deeds, Dallas and Zar wander off down one of the corridors.

“So. How abouts we go thataway.”
“No no no, Petey, you must be having trouble thinking without your-”
“SHUT UP! I like being female, it has certain advantages...”
“Such as?”
“Two very good ones, in fact.”
“Oh. Can I...?”
“No. Mine.”
“Oh.”
“So maybe we should go Thataway instead.”
“No no no. That's not good.”
“Well I have an idea then. Summon your bloody rats and follow them.”
“Oh, okay. That works.”

Zar Petra concentrates hard, singing in what is for once not a screeching falsetto, much to surprise. Around her, come a large amount of squeaking rodents.

“Okay, sweeties, which way should we go? What the... ARGH GET THESE RATS OFF ME! HELP HELP HELP!”

The duck watches with much amusement as Zar Petra gets eaten by the swarm of rats she has summoned. Dallas chuckles, then turns and bumps into a goblin and a llumble bee arguing.

“I don't wanna go that way! There's scary humans!”
“Yeah, and there's a Duck as well. Pull the other, it's got bells on it.”

Blueboy turns to see Dallas, and screams.

“It's a DUCK! RUN!”
“A duck! Don't be ridicul- EEK it's a DUCK! RUN!”
“Yes, that is what I was trying to tell you...”

Both the llumble bee and goblin start running, and bump into each other, collapsing on top of the duck.

Now, eyewitnesses argue on what happened next. One Dire Lichen stated that “Suddenly, all went quiet, then the duck bit the llama who stung the goblin who stabbed the duck. Then they all died of some duck biting disease, some stinging disease, and a flesh wound.” However, I the narrator couldn't clarify this because straight afterwards the lichen saw a wandering chicken, and after attaching itself to the chicken, caused both to die – the lichen from eating raw meat, and the chicken from pure stupidity. It was only a chicken after all.

But nevertheless. It was a very interesting turn of events, but we must move on now to see what is going on between Mirage and... Oh, who is that she's snogging? Oh, Kantur, the generic first edition thief. Oh wait, she's not snogging him. Oh, she's stabbed him. That's interesting. And now we see Festy wandering over and starting a massive argument over Kantur. Bizarre. Let us move in to see what's happening...

“...You stole my kill!”
“I did not steal your kill, he was snogging me, not you mate.”
“But... Now I won't get the glory of the victory!”
“Oh glory shnorly. All the glory you get is of waving a pink foam sword about the place.”
“That “Pink foam sword” is in fact Eyebiter, the mighty rapier of the elven ancients!”
“Yeah, and I'm the queen of Marzipan.”
“Look, will you guys stop arguing over who killed who and just share the XP? We gotta dungeon to get out of, remember?”
“Oh. Yeah. That's an idea. Thanks Introbulus. By the way, you still need to put some trousers on.”

Introbulus shakes his head, rather enjoying the freedom his lack of trousers gives him, and turns to walk down another corridor. He is suddenly stopped by a dark visage before him.

“Oh hello, do I know you?”
“Yes you do... Intro.”
“*gasp* Bayar?!”
“The same. I never forgot how you stole that pizza slice from me.”
“But I like pizza! And it was only a small slice.”
“A small slice it may have been, but it was enough. And now you pay for your greed! Prepare to die!”
“WAIT!”
“*stab* What?”
“Oh. Well shoot. I was going to offer you this pizza I have on me, but nooooo you just had to stab me didn't you. Well tough luck because...”

Introbulus opens the pizza box and throws it to the rats. They very quickly eat it up and look hungrily at Bayar and Introbulus.

“You have more things to worry about now than just Pizza.”
SQUEAK.
“:smalleek:”

Bayar drops Introbulus' now lifeless body and flees into the depths of the dungeon, the rats following him, their squeaking chorus growing ever louder. Among them is Billtodamax, who pauses as the rat swarm heads down a darker corridor. He mutters something about crazy lemmings and heads back to the large group of people. And Bushranger. Well, he supposed that Bushranger was a person, just that he seemed to be the best one to eat. Tastier than Introbulus was, at the very least.

As he prepares himself to launch at Bushranger, Bushranger summons one of his feypact minions – a pixie. The pixie giggles, and flutters down to the Rat preparing to nom upon Bushranger's ankles. She picks up the rat and strokes it.

“Oh my gawd it's so adowable! I'ma hug you and squeeze you and put lovely ribbons around you and stroke you and clean your fur until it shines and you can sit and watch plays with me! I'm such a lucky little pixie oh they'll be SO envious of me back in Pixieland...”
“:eek:”

And the last thing that anyone saw of Bill was the terrified expression on his face before he disappears into Pixielad, doomed to a fate worse than death...


Meanwhile, on the lowest level of the dungeon, Lostlittlebear sits on his throne, rubbing his nose with a paw, thinking eeeeeeevil thoughts, and monologuing to his latest prisoner – a My Little Pony.

“Myyessss, my dear, I'm sure you are terrified. Well, now do you regret not inviting me to your picnic? Now do you? MWAHAHA! Yes! It is all because of your hatred and bullying of me that I am as I am at the moment! And you will now take the consequences of your actions. Behold!”

He pulls out a large stick. The My Little Pony stares at LLB blankly.

“Behold, the staff of DEATH! Crafted by yours truly, infused with my demilich powers (licherally), when used upon you your pink glitter will rot away! Your sparkling eyes will fade to the glimmer of undeath! And your butterfly on your butt? Nonexistant.”
“*gasp* You can't do that to my butterfly! Do what you want to me, but leave the butterfly out of this!”

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

“I can do whatever the hell I want to you, *drip* it!”
“Oh! Help! Somebody please save me!”

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip “What the!” drip drip drip drip SPLOSH!

“Blub blub blub blub blub blub.... blub...






...”

The My Little Pony finds herself floating on a sea of water, watching LLB drown in it.

“Why thank you, my saviour, for pouring this water in here! May I ask your name?”

Drip.

“...Is there anyone up there?”

Drip drop.

“...:smalleek:”





And in the room next door to Lostlittlebear's watery grave, Shadow preens his fur.

“'ere, Ozgun, you think I look good in this fur?”
“Yeah you... Wait a minute. I'm Pun-Pun!”
“No, I'm Pun-Pun!”
“AHHHHHHHHH!”

At this point in time, in runs Bayar, screaming, a large horde of rats behind him.

“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“No, I'm Pun-Pun!”
“Excuse me rabbits, can you help me please and dispose of these rats?”
“I'm no rabbit! I am PUN-PUN!”
“No, I'm Pun-Pun!”

Amongst themselves, the rats are starting to squeak. One stands on its hindlegs and squeaks.

“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“You can't be Pun-Pun, you're a rat.”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”

And all around Shadow, Ozgun, and Bayar, all the rats are squeaking in Chorus.

“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”

And on the second floor, Calar wakes up to the sounds of squeaking going “Pun-Pun! Pun-Pun! Pun-Pun!” Calar looks at a nearby treasure chest, and sighs.

“Herupu.”

The treasure chest sits there. Calar shakes his head, and looks up to see an armed shooter walk in, with a very short chatty hobbit behind him.

“Game over, mate. We've come for the mimic.”
“Nanidesu ka?”
“Oh brother, a japanese moron... WE-SU. COME-KA. FOR-NAN. MIMIC-KUN.”
“You dispose friend? WITHIN HONOUR NAME!”

Calar draws his katana and attacks the shooter. Well, attempts to. Because the Shooter shoots first. Logically. He shakes his head and turns to the hobbit.

“...and really Cassidy is quite a nice girl if a little too brash for my tastes and with all that paladin stuff she's really got a stick up the ass but nevertheless I quite like her and she could be quite useful in this awesome quest and possibly she could join us for stabbing mimics because mimics are bad but Cassidy is good so it works yes huh huh yeah?”
“Go find the mimic would you?”
“Sure! So do you have any friends?”
“Friends do not help the host.”
“Oh. Hey, you think it's the treasure chest?”
“Nah, don't be ridiculous that's too obvious, not even a mimic is that stupid – what are you doing?”
“Stabbing the chest, what does it look like?”
“Oh. But you can't stab chests.”
“You can if they're squishy and mimicish.”
“Ah.”

More shooting occurs, and the mimic lies dead. Poor Wolfbane, alas he was so young.





“And you must take this ring to the bottom level, and throw it into the fiery lava of oblivion! Who shall carry the ring?”
“I can! For I am PIRATEMONK, and I am the greatest Wizard there has ever been.”
“No Piratemonk, you have 1 level in Wizard. That is not great. I think Frodo should carry the ring. Who will guide him on his way?”
“I can! For I am PIRATEMONK, and I am the greatest Tracker there has ever been.”
“Piratemonk, you have 1 level in Ranger. You have very few tracking skills. Legolas will do better, despite him looking like a girl. Now we just need some comic relief and a powerful magical ally to disappear half way through then return sometime in the third book.”
“I ca-”
“No you can't, Piratemonk, because you only have 1 level in Bard, and you have 1 level in sorcerer and wizard each.”
“But...”
“I'm sorry Piratemonk, it seems that the Fellowship just doesn't need you.”
“:smallfrown: But... but...”
“You just don't have the useful skills we need.”
“But I multiclass!”
“Which is good when you're fighting level 1 goblins on your own, but this is a real adventure, Piratemonk. Where you need proper levels.”
“Well fine then. I don't need you guys anyway.”

He spots a large looking orc wandering nearby in the chamber next door to the Fellowship.

“See what I can do with this guy!”

He charges, casting a magic missile, blessing himself, and summoning his animal companion – a dire Gerbil. He very quickly gets mashed to a pulp.




“So, Deathslayer... We meet again, at last.”
“Cut the overused movie quotes, Fullbladder. You're going to die now.”
“Do you believe you are ready for such an undertaking, young one?”
“Nope.”

Fullbladder turns and fixes his eye on Deathslayer.

“So why do you come here?”
“Because I have a kamikaze Rogue that wants your eyes.”

And right on cue, in charges Kroy, running right at Fullbladder.

“KYAAAAAEEEEEEEE-erk”

A strange battlecry, you might think, until you realise the erk on the end was due to him impaling himself on Fullbladder's clawed iron hand.

“Pathetic. And what was that supposed to accomplish?”
“Giving time for Barney to come up behind you.”
“Barney...?”

Fullbladder turns, and for the first time his cold undead heart feels fear. For there, behind him, stands a horrific sight (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTQNmLGBIFU/SFzo6d3nNUI/AAAAAAAAGiw/sk41O2npHxw/s400/sub-square-barney.gif). So horrific, in fact, that Fullbladder falls dead just at the sight.

“Well done Barney, very well done.”
“I love you, you love me...”
“Oh stop singing. :smallannoyed:”



And Dr. Otaku, watching all this in his gelatinous state, sighs, and oozes back up the steps, consuming everything in its path. Unfortunately for him, he consumes a certain raw chicken, and collapses, dead, from food poisoning. How did a Gelatinous Cube get food poisoning? I don't know, but he did. Don't question it. :smallannoyed:

[Castaras]

{table=head]Player|Action|Status
Lord Fullbladder|Kroy|Dead
Deathslayer7|Fullbladder|Alive
billtodamax|Bushranger|Dead
Kroy|No Action|Dead
Introbulus|Air|Dead
Dallas-Dakota|Atreyu|Dead
Fleeing Coward|Self|Dead
The Bushranger|Self|Alive
Blueboy|Dallas|Dead
Reinholdt|Self|Alive
Kantur|No Action|Dead
Zar Peter|Self|Dead
Atreyu the Masked Llama|Blueboy|Dead
ozgun92|No Action|Alive
Uncle Festy|Kantur|Alive
Wolfbane|No Action|Dead
Piratemonk|Self|Dead
Shadow|Air|Alive
Diva De|Kantur|Alive
Lostlittlebear|Reinholdt|Dead
Hobbitkniver|Wolfbane|Alive
Internet Flea|Calar|Alive
Dr.Otaku|Self|Dead
Calar|No Action|Dead
Bayar|Introbulus|Alive
Elder Tsofu|Self|Dead[/table]

Current Mugs alive:
Deathslayer7
The Bushranger
Reinholdt
ozgun92
Uncle Festy
Shadow
DivaDe
Hobbitkniver
Internet Flea
Bayar

Things to note: Atreyu killed Blueboy who killed Dallas who killed Atreyu. Made me giggle. And Dallas bit someone without teeth. Quite interesting.
Apologies for it being later than normal, after being asleep for a while I ended up with a writers block to contend with. :smallannoyed:

Actions in in 2 days. That would be Wednesday you send them in by. Narration will be up sometime then or Thursday. Should be Wednesday tho.

[Kroy]

Just remembered this game. Oh well, better luck next time.

[Trobby]

Introbulus rises from his body...as a ghost!

"...No, I am not doing that again."

And decides to leave the dungeon anyway.

((Well that didn't last long. :smalltongue: ))

[Shadow]

Ha! Take that! I'm Pun Pun!

[Deathslayer7]

i think i might kill that animal companion. :smallbiggrin:

[Elder Tsofu]

Oh horrible fate, killed by my own folly!
But The Lichen will rise again, you'll see!

[Diva De]

Wiping her blade off, Diva joins the group - or...what's left of it. seems it's just her and BR in this particular stretch of tunnel just now. I told Dog Boy to put his pants back on. She sighs and shakes her head sadly. Well, Ghostest With the Mostest, guess it's just you and me now. Less players means bigger loot shares. Yay.

[The Bushranger]

"Alas, so it seems. Rule one: when in a dungeon, you can never be wearing the wrong trousers."

Unless, of course, you're Magtok.
In that case, you wear a dress. :smalltongue:

"Well, then, anyway, hopefully the remaining adventures will be less lethal. I hope so anyway. Lead on, milady Rogue?"

[Zar Peter]

That's exactly the way I wanted to die! Thanks! :smallcool:

(Actually I wanted to survive that way but meh.)

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

AWwwww! I am the deaded, but I had fun playing.

Thanks, Miss Piemancer.

[Trobby]

Is okay, mystical talking Llama. We can still hang out in the afterlife.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

oooooh, that will be fun. BUZZZ BUZZZZ!

[Trobby]

A bee you are...not. :smalltongue: Cookie for reference get.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Minutes pass. Then the Old King's ancient steel form shifts, rusted metal flaking about. There is a flicker of dark fire within old punctures in its chest.

A glowing orb, no larger than a fist, rises from the dead monster's torso, dark and evil pulsations running across it.

It flickers twice.

<Sigh,> something seems to whisper through the pulsing war of energies. <It would appear I'm still undead.>

The spark bobs and slowly floats its way out of the dungeon, to haunt somebody or something, it supposes.

[hr]
Bah, humbug. I'll survive one of these yet, mark my words!

[Dallas-Dakota]

*bites Llama in the afterlife* :smallbiggrin:

[Dr.Otaku]

2/3 fatalities in 1st round...woohoo

[Fleeing Coward]

Nice narration as always Cassie.
Since the other 2 died of food poisoning, does that mean I get to claim 3 kills this round? :smallbiggrin:

[Castaras]

Note to self: Do not have a sudden panic attack about losing actions when you downloaded your inbox before clearing it...

Round has ended. I'm writing up.

[Castaras]

“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“SHUT! UP!”

Everyone was silent, looking at Bayar. He glares up at everybody (he would glare down but he's only a tiny little kobold).

“How about this! You're ALL Pun-Pun! Happy?!”
“There can only be one Pun-Pun!”

Shadow stands up on his hind legs, glaring at Ozgun92, before leaping at him and horribly ripping him to shreds. Bayar stares, horrified, but very quickly gets bowled over by Festy, charging in waving his foam sword.

“Forsooth! I have come to slay the mighty rabbit! I shalleth count to three, and... hey, wait a minute. You already killed Ozgun! You bastard!”
“That is because you are weak and feeble and I am Pun-Pun.”
“No, he's the real Pun-Pun. That's why I was trying to kill him.”
“But I'm Pun-Pun!”
“He's Pun-Pun!”
“I'm Pun-Pun!”
“He's Pun-Pun!”
“ARRRRRRGHHHHHHH!”

Shadow, Festy, and all the rats turn to stare at Bayar hitting his head against the wall... rather hard. Enough that on one hit he cracks his head open, letting all the brains slurp down onto the ground. Festy looks bright green, and looks to see if Bayar is okay.

“...Oh. He skewered himself on his katana.”
“But he's a warblade, where'd he get the katana from?”
“From the other samurai guy in Round 1, surely.”
“Oh, that makes sense.”
“But you're not Pun-Pun.”
“I am too!”
“Are not!”
“Are too!”


“Soooo... is there anybody there?”

Drip.

“Other than this water? Because much as this dungeon floor is nice, I'd REALLY like to get to somewhere warm. And fuzzy. And pink. Look what the bastard bear did to my butterfly! How could he do such a cruel thing.”

The water drips in an annoyed way.

“And really, my mane is RUINED. And it's all YOUR FAULT!”

The water drips in an exceedingly pissed way.

“So you're gonna have to pay for it to be permed again.”

The my little pony turns away from the dripping water and folds her hooves across her chest.

The water drips sulkily. Scorned by a my little pony with a butterfly on her butt... what could be more humiliating?




“So which way do we go now?”
“We could try that way.”
“Sounds good.”

Mirage and Bushranger wander down one corridor, and stop. Beyond a dungeon door they hear a voice.

“I love you, you love me...”
“Shut. Up.”
“But we're a happy famil-”
“No we are not. Now shut up.”
“:smallfrown:”

Mirage turns to Bushranger, eyes wide.

“Is that...”
“Yes. It is.”
“Oh my god. We have to do something about that.”
“Glad to see you agree with us.”

Mirage turns to look at Internet Flea's shooter, and Hobbitkniver.

“We're here for the dinosaur.”
“Well I want to kill it first!”
“Well you can't.”
“:smallfrown: But...but...”
“The dinosaur is our kill. Isn't that right Hobbitkniver? Hobbit?”
Hobbitkniver is AFK – Ohmagawd I need chocolate!
“...Well damnit.”

Mirage's eyes widen.

“Chocolate... Chocolate...”
“:smalleek: What have you done?”
“Chocolate...”

Mirage turns and walks towards another room, eyes glazed over. She points gleefully.

“Chocolate! Chocolate!”
“No Diva that is not chocolate, that is a bottomless pit. No, don't go there no there's no choco- well damnit.”
“Only thing that can overpower a woman completely. Chocolate.”

At this, Deathslayer kicks down the door and smiles at Bushranger.

“Hello there, you here to kill this dinosaur for me?”
“Indeed. We got your message.”
“Excellent. He's just in there.”

Internet Flea walks in, loading up his submachinegun.

“I love you, you love”-RATATATATATA-“Arrrrhghhhhh!”-TATATATATATATATA- “Arrghhahhhhh!”-TATATATATATATATA- “Ughhh.”

While this is happening, Deathslayer is looking at Bushranger suspiciously. Dagger out, the druid sneaks up behind the warlock, and just as Bushranger would die, he spies a penny.

“Ooo, a penny.”

He bends down to pick it up, accidently skewering Deathslayer with his fey-imbued sword. He turns to show Deathslayer the penny and blinks.

“Oops. Sorry.”

[Castaras]

{table=head]Player|Action|Status
Deathslayer7|Bushranger|Dead
The Bushranger|Self|Alive
Reinholdt|Air|Alive
ozgun92|No Action|Dead
Uncle Festy|ozgun92|Alive
Shadow|ozgun92|Alive
Diva De|Self|Dead
Hobbitkniver|No Action|Alive
Internet Flea|Deathslayer7|Alive
Bayar|Self|Dead[/table]

Current Mugs alive:
The Bushranger
Reinholdt
Uncle Festy
Shadow
Hobbitkniver
Internet Flea


Things to note: This one was crappier than most, sorry. :smallsigh:

Actions in in 2 days. That would be Friday. 20:00 GMT+1 and all that.

[Reinholdt]

Scorned by a My Little Pony?! For shame... :smallfrown:

*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*

[Internet Flea]

Hats off to the Bushranger, for surviving despite multiple suicide attempts!

[The Bushranger]

Deathslayer? I didn't expect that. :smalltongue:

...awww. No more Mirage. :smallfrown::smallfrown:

...and so Bushranger presses on into the dungeon, now alone, and determined to kill everything in his path.

FWOOOM!
KRACKOOM!
BLAMMOLA!

[Reinholdt]

Deathslayer? I didn't expect that. :smalltongue:

...awww. No more Mirage. :smallfrown::smallfrown:

...and so Bushranger presses on into the dungeon, now alone, and determined to kill everything in his path.

FWOOOM!
KRACKOOM!
BLAMMOLA!

*drips onto the explosions*
*drip*
*drip*

[Diva De]

Killed by chocolate...my doctor warned me about that. :smallwink:

@v: Nice. :smallamused:

[The Bushranger]

http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn935l.jpg

[Bayar]

Aww, nobody wanted me dead...that's so sweet :biggrin:

[Castaras]

*comes out of her pixelling coop drawing haze*

*realises it's near midnight and she hasn't written something*

*swears*

Will be up tomorrow. I've been awful this game for updates, sorry. :smallfrown:

[billtodamax]

Aww, nobody wanted me dead...that's so sweet :biggrin:

I dunno about that, you did. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

*comes out of her pixelling coop drawing haze*

*realises it's near midnight and she hasn't written something*

*swears*

Will be up tomorrow. I've been awful this game for updates, sorry. :smallfrown:

I've seen much, much worse. You're doing fine.

[Castaras]

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.



Drip.





Drip.









Drip.

“Oh stop whining water, you're being very silly.”
Drip?
“Yes, you. Just because there's an amazingly beautiful my little pony that's scorned you doesn't mean you have to go kill yourself.”
Drip.
“Yeah, do something else.”
Drip!
“Umm... no, please stop dripping on me...What's that burning sensation? :smalleek:”
“How DARE you drip acidic water upon that my little pony?!”

The dripping stops. In the doorway stands Bushranger, the Fey-pact warlock. He grins at the my little pony.

“My dear, if you would come with me I can show you the way out of the dungeon.”
“Oh my hero!”

The little pony gallops up to Bushranger, who picks her up and strokes her mane. The dripping water, filled with images it doesn't want, decides to remove the problem at the source and drenches Bushranger and the pony in acid. Not just acidic water, acid. Made from the water's scorn and hatred of all things pink and with butterflies upon their bottom. Needless to say, there is nothing left of Bushranger and the pony by the time the acid stops pouring. Uncle Festy wanders in, and puts a finger in the remaining acid, and tastes it.

“Strong HCl by my reckoning.”
“And how would you know that?”

Uncle Festy spins around, drawing his foam sword to face Internet Flea. Behind Internet Flea, HobbitKniver shimmers in the air, then vanishes, with a large sign replacing her saying "LINK DEAD".

“Chemistry student. Why else would I be LARPing if I weren't a student?”
“CHEMISTRY? My dreaded foe!”
“You're not...a PHYSICS student?!”
“Indeed! And you die here today!”
“Not if I can help it!”

And so the great battle between chemicals and quantum began. They both fought, dodging and hitting each other with foam swords and large bb guns. When suddenly, all stopped. There, in the doorway, stood a dark shadow. A rabbit.



Pun-Pun, the destroyer. Internet Flea turned to stare at Shadow.

“What is that rabbit doing in a- URCK!”

Why the urck? Simple. Festy found a conveniently placed bottle of liquid nitrogen, and poured it over Internet Flea, who very quickly froze solid. Uncle Festy turned to Pun-Pun and grinned.

“Thanks for that, was needing a distraction.”
“RAGHHHHHHHHH!”
“Oh sh-”


The following sections of text has been censored due to excessive amounts of senseless violence. So have some kittens instead.
http://www.innocentenglish.com/cute-pictures/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cute-kittens-in-cups-pics.jpg
http://www.innocentenglish.com/cute-animals/cute-baby-kittens-puppies-img/cute-white-kittens-playing-img116.jpg
http://www.joystickdivision.com/super_cute_kittens.jpg

At the end of the Pun-Pun violence, silence reigned.



Drip.

Pun-Pun looked to the ceiling. There, menacing, was the dripping water. Watching. Waiting.




It was on.

[Castaras]

{table=head]Player|Action|Status
The Bushranger|Reinholdt|Dead
Reinholdt|Self|Alive
Uncle Festy|Internet Flea|Dead
Shadow|Uncle Festy|Alive
Hobbitkniver|Timed Out|Dead
Internet Flea|Uncle Festy|Dead[/table]

Players Alive
Shadow
Reinholdt

The water versus Pun-Pun... place your bets now!

Oh, should also mention - actions in asap, will get the narration up once I have 2 actions in that have one winner and one loser.

[Reinholdt]

Oh DRIP. Pressure. I've never had to face pressure before. :smalleek:

[Shadow]

Oh DRIP. Pressure. I've never had to face pressure before. :smalleek:

The last time I made it to the finals was against Destro. We went 3 or 4 rounds of head to head before someone won it. Either we killed each other and had to continue, or neither of us got a kill and we had to continue.
It was fun! :smallbiggrin:

[billtodamax]

XD

Best final showdown ever!

[The Bushranger]

*shakes fist*

Curse you Reinholdt! Currrrrrrrrrseeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

:smallmad:



:smalltongue::smallbiggrin:

[Diva De]

I KNEW there was a reason I kept checking this thread after I died.

Go PUN-PUN!
((Sorry Reiny.))

[Dallas-Dakota]

I've been betting on you all along, water! I know you can do it!

Everybody knows goblins can't swim!

I mean, have ya ever seen one swim?!:smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

Sooooooo.....

The water drips ominously, tension clearly rising in its splashes.
*drip*
*drip*
*drip*
*DRIP*

[Shadow]

She's letting you evaporate so there's no threat to me. In return, I'm giving her a new pie recipe.

[Reinholdt]

*DRIP?!* :eek:

[Castaras]

<.< >.>

*is writing is writing!*
*is also doing both the trophy she owes Llama as well as the trophy for [CENSORED]*

[Zar Peter]

Congratulations [CENSORED]!

A well deserved win!

[billtodamax]

[CENSORED] has actually approached me to recieve their trophy for him, as he couldn't be here tonight. But first, let's give it up for his esteemed opponent!

[Castaras]

You silly silly people. :smalltongue:

“So.”
Drip.
“...You are the most pathetic opponent I have ever met.”
Drip?
“Yeah. I mean, come on, what you going to do, drip on me?”
rumblerumblerumblerumblerumblerumblerumble
“Now what are you doing?”
SPLASH!
Very quickly, the chamber fills up with water, rising fast. Pun-Pun struggles to stay above the surface, then quickly goes under. All that remains after the water fades is a small, drowned furry lump.

Wait, is that movement?

Yes... movement. Pun-Pun pulls himself up, and glares at the patch of water.

“Screw it, I don't have time for this.”

He grabs a cloth, and wipes away the dripping water.



“No drips? Good. Woah, what's happenning....”
A bright light shimmers around Pun-Pun, and all fades to white.




*****
“There he is, that bastard Pun-Pun.”
“Wha...what?”

Shadow stands up, looking at himself.

“I'm human again? You're all back to normal? WE LIVE!”
“Yeah, but no thanks to you.”

Shadow blinks, looking at the horde of pissed off people.

“Wha...what do you mean?”
“You were the only person not to be killed. Therefore, we think you should be... rewarded for such a thing.”
“Y'see, we found Cassie hiding in her oven and we've dragged her out to put into her own dungeon.”

Shadow looks behind him, and sees a struggling mass blindfolded, tied up, stabbitied, and pie'd in the face.

“What's this got to do with me?”
“We need two people to do the spell. We all agreed it should be you.”
“:smalleek: Uh... LOOK! CASSIE'S GOING TO ESCAPE!”

Everyone turns on poor Castaras, except Reinholdt, seeing Shadow creeping away. Well, when we say creeping, we mean running for his life.

“I'll drip you you little rodent! AFTER HIM!”

Shadow is the Victor! Congratulations!

http://img197.imageshack.us/img197/4448/shadowtrophy.png


And long overdue, here is Atreyu's trophy for the Mash

http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/5339/atreyutrophyfinal.png



Thanks everyone for playing, the next RAF (Wow, that'll be RAF XXX! 30!! 30 games, wow...O.o) will begin in around 10/11 days after I've come back from holiday (woo!).

[Zar Peter]

Wow. Shadow beat the dripping water!

By the way, at home I have some problems with dripping water, could you fix that,too? :smallbiggrin:

Congratulations.



Cassie, could we have the actions please? I'm really curious.

[Castaras]

Oh, whoops.

Reinholdt shot himself. Shadow shot the air.

[Shadow]

http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o245/Phate99/boratGreatSuccess.jpg

[Reinholdt]

Awww... stupid rag. I'm all dried up. :smallfrown:

[lostlittlebear]

-shakes fist-

This is the 4th time I've been killed by Reinholdt's innate beast ability :smallsigh:

I'll get you next time!

[Castaras]

http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o245/Phate99/boratGreatSuccess.jpg

*scarred for life* *scary person*

[The Bushranger]

This was fun.
And for once, Shadow wasn't a wolf. :smalltongue: