Series Missions also suck, as does the Night of the Dead series which is just BEGGING for pain.
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Black had this to say about Knight Rider:
/flex
STFU, thats why you are only listed as "Support" bish.. Instead of any REAL faction class. 
Oh.. and your Women are FUGLY.
^.^
DEATH TO THE VORBEAR!
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A sleep deprived Sakkra stammered:
Maybe tomorrow. I'm very lazy.
It's been almost three weeks. Furthermore, I just rented Gladius and it is leet.
Schnell Schnell! To the arena!
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The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
The second was recognized by people who watched the games in Nordagh as Vorbis, a hulking white bear, huge even by beasts standards. Scars and cut spots in his fur covered his body, but he moved with a strange grace and quickness toward the center of the arena.
With little ado, Sakkra signaled the start of the match. Vorbis was quick to act, and lunged forward, standing on his hind legs as he swatted at Gains with a heavy, clawed paw. However Gains was quick, and deftly jumped over the bear's swipe, and drove his dagger into the beast's belly. That was quick.
But things wouldn't be so easy for the man, as Vorbis swatted him aside, the dagger barely piercing past the bear's thick fat, let alone into anything vital. Luckily Gains was able to hang onto his dagger, which was now coated in blood.
Vorbis was quick to respond as the human was down, and charged, standing up only to bring both paws down in an attempt to crush his torso. Gains rolled to the side however, and swung his dagger blindly. He managed to nick the bear, slicing a bit of fur, but accomplishing little else.
The bear roared in rage, and tried his attack again. And once more Gains rolled to the side. But this time the bear had anticipated his foe, and brought his right paw down hard, mauling Gains at the right knee. Bone splintered like balsa wood against a hammer, and shards stuck out through the pierced skin.
Gains tried to kick at the bear with his good leg to knock him off, but that would be a mistake. For the northern beast caught the bandit's foot as it drew near, and ripped it from his body with no apparent effort. Gains screamed in pain, knowing the end was near. Or so he thought.
For Vorbis wasn't interested in finishing him off, he was merely hungry. Taking his new piece of meat, he began to eat greedily, feasting on the man's flesh, leaving what was left bleeding and powerless on the floor, as the life flowed out of him in a crimson river.
Bravo Finish plz.
well worth the wait dooder.Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
Good work, Sakkra. *munches happily*
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Bajah impressed everyone with:
Goddamn, I told you. That Vorbis, always eating!Bravo
Finish plz.
I'm so fat
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The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
I don't want to go on the cart!
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The second fighter was a satyr, a creature rarely seen in civilized lands. They were once a powerful force, and to this day mothers tell naughty children that the satyrs and minotaurs are coming for them. But that was from another age, when they terrorized the fledgling Empire, before falling victim to their own vices. The satyr carried a dagger in one hand, and a steel stein in the other.
Deth on the other hand wielded a shield forged of dark iron, with gold inlays that contrasted the unsettling color. His sword was long and jagged, likely unsuited to warfare, but perfect for the one-on-one matches here. He sneered as he stepped forward, and his opponent moved to meet him.
Ja'Deth made the first move, thrusting his sword forward. But he did not anticipate the satyr's quickness as he ducked underneath it and spun to the side. He swung his stein and connected with Deth's helmet, causing a resounding CLANG to echo through the arena, the reverberations sending Deth stumbling back and the crowd laughing uproariously. The fact that Puggy paused to take a swig while his foe was disoriented also caused no small amount of chuckles.
The human was not amused however. He shook his head from side to side, brushing off the effects, and beckoned for his foe. Most humans wouldn't take such an obvious bait, but then again forest creatures aren't known for their patience. He lunged forward, thrusting his dagger at Deth, who merely sneered.
With amazing speed, Deth pivoted and thrust his sword forward, sinking through the beast's right shoulder. The human lifted him up, and the crowd laughed at the sight of Puggy's coat leg's flailing. Though Deth did decide to let him down.
It was just the manner in which he did it that Puggy didn't care for. Deth pushed forward with his blade, letting the sharp metal tear effortlessly through sinew and muscle, until the arm was severed at the shoulder, and the force knocked him on his rear. This could easily be considered a match-winning battle. But Deth was not done yet.
He stepped forward, grinning down at his foe as he reached for his dagger for what was presumably a last attempt. But it wouldn't happen. Deth thrust his sword deep into the satyr's waist, impaling him into the ground. Were his sword wider, he would have cleft the creature in two.
"The problem with your kind," He taunted as he stooped down to take the stein from Puggy, interrupting his sentence with a swig of honey mead "Is that you never think. You are beasts, and you need sense beaten into you." He said as he sat upon Puggy's chest, and swung a hard punch at his face.
The crowd cheered after hearing the crunch of the steel gauntlet against cheekbone, but it wasn't over yet. Punch after punch after punch was thrown as Deth recited a litany of Imperial superiority. He was not done for 15 minutes, after which the satyr was long dead from either blood loss, shock, or having his face caved in, but the pummeling did not stop until the speech was over, leaving Puggy's face so disfigured it was unlikely anything but maggots would feast on the remains. And even that was a stretch.
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Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
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Sakkra's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
"...Those that live will fight alongside their teammates in the final."With that, he pulled two dust-encrusted dice from his robe pocket, each with 12 sides and threw them upon the ground.
[ 03-22-2004: Message edited by: Black ]
Team 1s roll for 5 survivors 1d5 => 3
Team 2s roll for 5 survivors 1d5 => 3
1d5 => 4
1d5 => 2
