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So he would have an enormous, "chicken-man" form, immune to normal weapons. And he wanted to buy trained chickens. Chickens cost 3 cp apiece. Trained animals cost twice the price of untrained ones.

So, for 6 gp, he had 200 trained chickens.

No.

[Brian Blessed]"Onward, my brave hawkmen!..<cough>...err chickenmen...err, chickens...Ah, well. Who wants to live forever?"[/Brian Blessed]

They makes good eatin'

Apparently there's this thing called Second Life; I don't know much about it, I guess you walk around with little avatar peep's doing stuff;...

What? Making up imaginary characters, and choosing avatars for them?

Pffft; how utterly lame can you get?

"You can count on MY steel!"

I just want to find someone who can fix my cuckoo clock, without worrying he's going to gut me like a fish, with an Improved Feint, Finesse, Bleeding Strike, Sneak Attack...

"Yes, my Lord, this is the invention I spoke of, built with my own hands, and tested in my own grounds. This wonderful device will revolutionise the yield from your fields, and free up your serfs to shore up the fortifications on your borders."

"As you can see, the seeds go in the hopper at the top, and the horse is hitched to the harness. As the machine is pulled, it not only plows a furrow, but this gearing mechanism oscillates the sieve, feeding the seeds down this slide at a constant rate. The real innovation, however, is down... here, which, if you'll just lean forwards..."

Man, I need a better avatar...

returns to sweeping the elephant pen...

Ya missed a bit, ya slacker!

You burnt the rum!

NOOOOOOO!!!

"Thar he be! That dirty satyr! Catch him! He bin interferin' with moi sheep!"

"Why, I oughta..Take that!"

<Kicks motionless zombie>

"And that!"<kick>"Not so brave now, are'ya? Don't like it when somone stands up to'ya, huh?"<kick>

<release of accumulated gas causes corpse to shift>

"Whuuuaahh!"

<scampers off into cover>

"Gawds bless yer, zurrr!"

Brains, blood, bile, lymph, the liquified remains of the dead man's last meal, his hair, dandruff, skin flakes and fingernails erupting upwards in a billowing cloud, to be caught on the wind and carried across the courtyard, into the waiting faces and open mouths of the onlookers, painting their flesh and clothing with a fine, black-brown spray of corrupted, failed mortality.

Bleurgh!

Pfft!
Pfft!
Pftheh! Theh! Pffft!
Oooaargh!

Hey, me, too. $e has this throwback simpleton feel that is ideal use for Mystara.

Hey; stop disrepecticatin' us throwback simpletons!

Ain't my fault the only females for 50 miles are all my cousins!

She's a good girl, but her hooves rip the sheets to shreds.

"Let us in! Damn you!"

"Oi'll RIP these gates off! You see if oi don't!"

What am I doin' on this thread?

<mumble, grumble>

"Let us in! Damn you!"

I've played all the way from Basic onwards and plenty of non-D&D and non-Fantasy systems in between (Toon, anyone?) and what's more - I had a blast doing it.

<drops anvil on Babbage, and runs away>

I've got a pitchfork and some torches. Anyone up for storming Paizo HQ with me?

You can count on MY steel!

Whaaat?

Razzafrazzaferkinkobolds...

Mildred!?!

Where's moi arquebus?

Just had a thought - we should put all our banter and character stuff on this thread, just to stop us thread-jacking so badly.

Any on-topic post that starts to go to our characters should be redirected Here

What do you think?

Oi Durn't Roightly Knooooowwww?

Zounds loike a gud oidee to Oi!

Got a penny for an ex-leper, sir?

<activates the Scarecrow Golems>

<bangs on tin bath to wake neighbours>

"GET OFF MY LAWN!!!"

<grabs pitchfork>

Str 11

Int 9
Wis 6
Dex 16
Con 13
Cha 13

Ta-Da! The obligatory reckless, greedy thief.
What's the mods for halfling? (+1 Dex, -1 Str)?
Welcome Wurzel McFurzel, tomb-raider.

Don't fergit yer ten-foot poles, everbody!