Problem The First: My initials spell out JAM
Problem The Second: My first name is also the first name of a celebrity who has his name chanted at least once per show.
Jerry Springer?
Unfortunately. Apparently people think chanting that when I've done something that they think is neat or cool. Wish I knew what that was.
Problem The First: My initials spell out JAM
Problem The Second: My first name is also the first name of a celebrity who has his name chanted at least once per show.
"Not much more than usual really. My Little Pet Shop of Horrors is doing pretty good. Now if only the piranary* would sell better..." He trails off as he thinks about those poor creature unwanted in their tanks.
A rustling from the treeline at the edge of the lawn is followed a moment later by a wide-eyed Dalesman. He slowly looks around at the newly-reborn Club grounds.
"No. [Expletive deleted]. Way."
;D
Yeah, we got the club back! Such randomness is only through the power of the Slaadi!
Why the f!*% were you assclowns replaced by f!*%ing proteans?
Dear Shanky the Dretchachaun,
We were replaced for 2 reasons.
Reason 1) The Slavers of the Coast want to own us forever, despite the fact they have no control over home games, and thus we shall thrive in the chaos that are sandbox games!
Reason 2) Dragons needed more protean in their diets.
You know, despite the fact we are supposed to be the embodiment of Chaos, we are really organized. Think about. WE ARE COLOR CODED!!! We a have a heirarchy! We follow a system that allows us to procreate(catch something alive, then egg it).
You ever hear the old myth that from Chaos sprang Order? Sladdi are not creatures of Chaos, we are creatures of Ordered Chaos!!!
*slides out of shop and strikes up a dramatic pose*
Rejoice friends Jacks! For I have created self-replicating beer of the highest quality! Never shall the keg be empty, never shall a Jack need be sober! And as soon as I have self-replicating food, never shall the party end!
*places beer keg on table*
*Label reads: "The Neverending Beer." Tiny writing at the bottom says:Patented and trademarked by Slip and Slaad's Little House of Horros. WARNING: May cause Neverending Beer Farts.*
*slides out of shop and strikes up a dramatic pose*
Rejoice friends Jacks! For I have created self-replicating beer of the highest quality! Never shall the keg be empty, never shall a Jack need be sober! And as soon as I have self-replicating food, never shall the party end!
*places beer keg on table*
*Label reads: "The Neverending Beer." Tiny writing at the bottom says:Patented and trademarked by Slip and Slaad's Little House of Horros.*
His voice trails off as he opens the paper and actually reads what she wrote.
"Oh my..." :D
"I sign a lot of release forms when I've been drinking. And sometimes it takes some really...creative efforts to get those forms back," she said with a wink. "Might as well let someone else benefit from my bad judgment," she added with a grin, laying back on a deck chair to soak up some sun.
"I benefit from your judgment. Your naughty judgment." ;)
I have a feeling I should make some endurance enhancers...
"I was about to ask if I needed to take care of something. That's the answer I wanted," he chuckles, putting up a piece of paper he was reading.
"Though Spike might've enjoyed the workout. If he's not busy eating peasants again, that is."
Oh yeah, all the different dragon genetics are going to mqke him active. I really should make him a play-mate or something. Maybe metallic dragon DNA?
"If they'll get along alright, that's fine. If they start destroying the buses or wrecking the bar, though....then we have problems, neh?"
Now I want Godzilla DNA...
If I use Spike's DNA as a base, they should get along fine. I'll have to go catch a goblin druid for their meals, but that shouldn't be a problem. I just need a sign that say 'Elf Season,' alert the elves to my plan, and put the sign in a forest...
Or I could order Purina Hydra Chow, but that isn't as fun.
I wouldn't we would forget the parties you threw, we just may not go to them. And the Jack's only need a few kegs before they start to forget things...
But you like onion rings, and onions are vegetables. And do I really need to tell you what pizza sauce is made from? Here's a hint it involves vegetables. And what about salsa? :)
If the replicator can't manage salad, I guess I'll have some pizza.
*slides over*
Pizza sauce=tomatoes
Tomatoes=fruit
If I'm interruptting, I apoligize. I'd like a pepperoni pizza if you're ordering.
What is everyone's opinion on shredded red cabbage? Does it make me taste different, or just add color?
*NOM*
No you still taste the same. But since you are alreay red, maybe add some orhlain shiners*? Better than red peppers and each one is a differet color...
*Waits for Spike to finish his meal and get of of the pool, than slips in to get the mithral*
*Completes collecting mithral, gets out of pool and slides to Lynora-Jill.*
Spike should be an excellent guard-hydra if he keeps this up.
*slides of mumbling*
Something small and tough next time, and a lot of them...
It is only a half-black dragon megaraptor in +1 mithral breastplate, definitly withing Spike's range. Minus the wings, the breath weapon, plus natural displacement and the speed that would make a 20th level monk cry for mommy.
It seems it doesn't mind. Though it may when it realizes two of it's breath weapons are useless against my Junranshi. It will be interesting to see how it handles faster than it.
*Points at Spike as he lets Junranshi off leash*
Put on a show Junranshi!!
*Pulls out dinosaur-like dragon in mithral breastplate by leash*
Okay, let's see how Spike does getting through armor. Should be interesting to see him getting past the natural defenses I gave you. Natural displacement alone well be enough to get him some trouble. And your natural speed makes you as fast as a monk under the effects of a haste spell. Still, after seeing it tear that dire shark to pieces, I'm glad you're not the original.
Hence the phrase, Man-Jack. The problem you're facing, Ambrosia, is that the [Man]Slaads loved being invaded and trashed as much as the Jacks loved invading and trashing. There are just times that there's no winning as a Woman sharing a Man-Jack's/Man-Slaad's world. And I won't even attempt explaining slaads to you.
Slaadi are no strangers to War: hit-and-run when they can, scavenging when they can't. But to then attempt to enslave the slaadi, to brainwash them with propaganda and restoration programs from their Ministries of "Peace" and "Commerce"... the slaadi will never tolerate attempts to make them slaves.
Plus, as a bioengineer, I need the freedom to do all the Chaotic experiments I want.
*Puts on lab coat*
Call me if you want help Ambrosia... or anything else.
*sly wink*
Next time, let it out of the cage, Spike will not get any exercise if he keeps using his breath weapons.
*pushes cage back into shop, mumbling*
I could have sworn half-dragon only got one use of their breath weapons a day. I'll have to check my notes when I make the next model...