Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
Larry rubs at his nose with the sleeve of his Venk-Men jumpsuit.
Larry falls face first into the dirt like a cookie cutter pressed into dough. All his fellow Venk-Men can hear is a muffled, "Excuse me."
Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
"Ladysmith Black Mombosa!", Larry shouts as he's burned with the Hurl Choo's acid.
Larry lashes out at the red bird with the Stinger around his car door shield.
"Our test area has grown... contaminated! Perhaps we should reconsider our angle of investigation!"
Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
T'witch wrote:
Larry stage whispers over the clanking of his armor. "For the cause of science, we need to find out what happened to the Horl Choo! The needles lead behind the bush- maybe it's still there, or it left something behind that can tell us about the other thing that tried to eat it! Like a note or a detailed drawing..."
Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
Larry rolls down the window of his pickup truck shield and stumbles around the bushes where the Horl Choo fled.
Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
Larry's heavily developed frontal lobe pumps and twitches, like it's eating up all the information. "Oh, my. It seems we have a highly morphic situation on our hands. Something tremendous and red in that barn- I wouldn't be surprised if the Hoops' Horl Choo problem has already been dealt with and replaced with something larger. And more flammable!" He rubs his hands together in anticipation. "What's say we have a look in that fascinating bush over here my fellows? Perhaps our querrilous quarry has left us a...."
Male Radioactive/Hypercognitive 1st
Even standing still, Larry wobbles like the drive here never ended.
Smerg wrote:
That's AWESOME.
Al Bayr wrote:
1d20 ⇒ 11 1d20 ⇒ 16I think given Larry's 4 dexterity, he's going to wear Heavy Armour- Aluminum siding duct-taped together, like clumsy samurai armor. His shield will be the detached driver's side door of his pickup truck. |