Frazz the Lil' Ninjaneer Witch's page

"Stomping arounds all drunk and in underwear? That sounds like fun. Anyone got some liquor?"

Eyes glaze over as Vision of Madness takes hold. Begins to babble even faster:

"The prelude of the revolution that laid the foundation of the capitalist mode of production, was played in the last third of the 5th, and the first decade of the 6th century. A mass of free proletarians was hurled on the labour-market...

Leaps violently towards the peasant, hangs anime- and matrix-style in the air, then roundly kicks him in the stomach.

"Shaddddup!!"

Looks up from his sunning rock

There's so much anarchy here it might be time to harnass it productively. I vote we form a syndicate! We can all take turns acting as a sort of executive officer of the week, but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting,by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major ...

The beaten-up peasant rattles on for a good half hour.

Wanders over to where the syndicalist is blabbering about his model ideas for a bureaucracy. After only a short moment her countenance glazes over and a small puddle of drool has collected at her feet.

Will save vs. Anarcho-Syndicalist nonsense, DC 5 = 16

The ninjaneer shakes off the stupor induced by the peasant's ridiculous quasi-marxist rhetoric, and calls for help.

"Ay, priestess lady, or druid woman, or whatever! Hey! You forgots something. You need to cast shut up on this fool over here!"

*comes to the pond with a flamethrower* Time to have a little fun! *takes flamethrower and points it at Plank* *Plank soon catches on fire!* *turns flamethrower on the large Treant, Emperor.* *Emperor starts to catch on fire* Muhahahaha! *Runs back to the Jack thread *

Frazz blinks, slightly singed by the burning death dealt to Plank, whom she was trying to repair, or make better, but it was a hopeless situation, so she shrugs off the bits of flaming ash that remain and calls after the Jack:

"Jack! Ay, Hey Jack! Yo mama so fat she went to the movies and sat next to everyone."

"It's useless. Look at it. Just layin' there. I gotta do everything for this baby? Hmpph."

Frazz walks over to where the construct has fallen and bends down to work on it some more, muttering, "Plank, Yo mama so ugly they push her face into dough to make gorilla cookies," seemingly unaware that she is, arguably, insulting herself.

Shaking her head in disappointment, Frazz lectures the golem.

"Y'all need to get up, plank. I'm gonna call you plank. That's what you is. Nothin' but a bunch of planks, planked all together. Get up now, plank!"

"Fresh!" Frazz dances excitedly as the pathetic construct begins to struggle free of the mud.

The lil' ninjaneer has built what looks like a wooden scarecrow out the splintered pieces of dock. "Hair" of rusty nails and algae top off an awkward, grotesque block of a head. The thing only has one arm, and it's "legs" are entirely too small for proper carriage. They also seem to have no knees, and are driven deep into a muddy patch.

"It's perfect!! Look everybody, I made a golem! Can any of y'all animate my construct for me?"

"Ooooooh! That's good wood! I can use these..."

Frazz salvages pieces of the destroyed dock. When she has loaded herself down with splintering wood, loose screws, and planks with rusty nails jutting out, she skips over to a spot of grass, dumps it all on the ground, sits down, and appears to be playing with it all, or maybe trying to build something.

Frazz suddenly leaps from the dock and takes this opportunity to practice her dodge skills, artfully weaving and zipping among the stream of bullets.

"Ay, Kobold Cleaver! Yo Mama so nasty, she has to creep up on bathwater!"

The green-haired ninja girl smirks malevolently.

Watches Yellow Dingo walk off in the distance carring an old set of Betty white Betamax tapes.

Stuffs Tack Nuke in Bag of Holding.

"That will come in handy some day."

A green-haired ninja girl climbs out of the bag of holding.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hold up there, fool! Whattayadoin' throwin' tactical nukes in this bag? And what happened to my Betty White tapes?"

She looks forlornly at the empty beta player in her hand.

"Well, this just completely useless now."

"Or... not..."

Little Ninja Greenhair grins perversely as she begins tweaking with the wiring of the beta player.

"Hey Jester... I ever tell you... your mama so poor when I saw her kicking a can down the street, I asked her what she was doing, she said 'Moving.'"

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