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Muckle darmned Nazis, need a good solid thwhackin'.
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Ain't just lawyers, but undead lawyers! Sounds like wha'cha need is some good ol' point-blank annihilation! <cocks shotgun>
This feller's startin' t' sound famil-yer.
Seems legit to me.
Groovy.
<honk hoooooonk!> Move it along old timer!!
The hell, that's the ugliest frakkin' poodle I ever seen, goddamn. <unloads shotgun point-blank>
I walked up it, walked past it to the Henderson waves, then walked back.Time to do my burn off excess energy when not in gym thing. Let's walk up Mount Faber!How about we compromise. You walk up Mount Faber, and I'll sit here at work and surf the internet. Eh what?
... somethin's tellin' me I should be feelin' familiar with these fellers.
I'm a Cylon. Yer a wha? Cyclon? Sounds like cultist. Yer a cultist? I ain't too fond o' cultists. *eye twitch, cocks shotgun* .... MUCKLE DAMRED CULTISTS!! 'AIR EH NAMBLIES BE KEEPIN' ME PANTS!?!?
Where were you on Saturday evening? Not anywhere near Solano avenue in Albany, perchance?By midnight, I'll have worked 28.5 hours in a 48 hour period. You ain't a cop, are ya? You gotta say so if y'are.
By midnight, I'll have worked 28.5 hours in a 48 hour period. I seen that birdfaced freakazoid once, after I smoked a whole atomica of the good stuff. Was doin' a lotta screamin' an' yellin' about "Kulthoo fuhtaggin!" an' "He comes!" an' growin' tentacles out his arse for 'im ta go stickin' in other animals. Was pretty funny, though th' guys got on my arse later 'cause they said I "smoked th' evidence" or somethin'. Said th' paper I rolled up with was from that book o' bad juju that we was researchin'. Dunno what the big deal is, can always get another page I figger, an' di'n hurt me none. Jimmy was a lightweight 'bout th' whole thing though, couldn't hold his smokes for beans.
Savage Tide group are wildcards because they've all been playing for years and know exactly what they're doing. I cannot expect them to behave as adventurers normally would because that's what the DM would expect, so I expect them to immediately jump off the rails. Put another way, we've all been banned from Mythic because of how badly we broke it, and Orthos informed us that our Kingmaker run merited at least a .5 on the Henderson scale of derailment.
Well, I'm off to the blood baths. Give 'em hell.
Cultists, y'say....?
~reads the thread and gulps~ Uh oh! Old Man Henderson will be showing up soon! I am going to hide. You all have fun! ~runs and hides~ *the sound of a revving Buick roars in the distance....*
One of them is looking for ya, old man. Dafawg?
Who let you on my lawn, Dangnabbit! Why do I even pay taxes!The fall from Cool Hip Dad to "Old Man" is so sudden, you never even see it coming.I know Old Man Yesterday. Air eh namblies done wit me wee men?!
Why does this remind me of Heathanson?Pale imitation. Cain't do better than th' original. T'ain't th' most ugliest poodle I ever seen but's def'nitly in th' top five.
Why does this remind me of Heathanson? Pale imitation. Cain't do better than th' original.
MUCKLE DARMED CULTISTS!: Kill a summoned creature and its master within 3 rounds of each other. Heh.
He's a nambly pansy, too.
20? 40? 80? Nambly amateurs.
I FOUND 'EM! Damn y' lot o' nambly cultists, I found me wee men! Now the lot of us're gonna fill the lot of ya fulla buckshot! TO ARMS, YA BASTARDS!
I say good sir, would you be ever so kind as to pass the tea?
I like elk and I ain't gotten to go huntin' fer years on account o' namby cultists stealin' mah crap. So sue me. Next poster is a fan of point-blank annihilation.
I ain't got time for that! Next poster's a namby cultist! Where'ya done wit me li'l men?!
Overly-zealous in-character response involving high levels of violence and amusingly self-censored garbled profanity.
Gallbedarmed cultists! Now they're gettin' bugs everywhere! *blasts Sissyl with high-grade pesticide then lights it on fire*
Necronomicon? Sure, just make sure he reads it cover to cover! Stuff makes fer good smokes, too.
*Comes ridin' back outta hell in a helicopter haulin' a yacht and drops it on FuelDrop, resulting in enormous explosions as he flies away, screaming profanities and firing his shotgun into the night.*
Tha's one ugly as 'ell poodle! I fill 'em full'a buckshot! Die ya namby cultist! Die!
Muckle darmed cultists! Next poster knows where they done took my wee men!
Muckle darmed cultists, where y'all deen wit' me wee men?!!
Clearly it's aliens. Now I ain't sayin' it's cultists.... but it's prob'ly cultists.
"Got 'em yeller bellered culti on the run! Hahahahah!"
Daaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuummmm.
S'far's I heard, there's protocol fer this. *ka-click ka-chunk*
"Yeah, 'at's right, come right at me yer yeller-bellied mucklethumper."
"Hey where y'all go-MUCKLE DARMED CULTISTS AIN'T YA KNOW HOW TA STAY DEAD" Git up, git mah gun.
"Yerwhat?"
*is deep in his cups and riotous laughter*
Beer fer ev'rybody! Now that's my kinda endin'!
Now I ain't sayin' it's cultists....
Eyup. Need more beer. Also I'm with 'splody feller, keepin' mah gun out.
Ready action ta fill 'im with lead when he re'pears.
$#^*@ frell?? Reload.
Ayup.
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