Go to it guys.
My money's on Jackin' Ape. Where's the Masked Rogue at? I need to place a bet.
My moneys on the ape, nothing can beat a loose intestinal tract and a strong throwing arm.
I've got dibs on the pocket picking this time so back off rouge.
Yay! Now we host death fights for fun and profit!!!!
My money is on...on...BEEEER!
My moneys on the ape, nothing can beat a loose intestinal tract and a strong throwing arm.
I've got dibs on the pocket picking this time so back off rouge.
Oh, Jonathan, we both know the only reason I come to these things is to run illegal gambling rings. So, place your bets! Place your bets right here!
*Wanders in holding a quarterstaff.*
HelLo GUyS. nICe DaY foR a fIghT. WaIt, yoU mEan i aM figHtiNg tHaT! oHHh nOooOoo
Oh, Jonathan, we both know the only reason I come to these things is to run illegal gambling rings. So, place your bets! Place your bets right here!My moneys on the ape, nothing can beat a loose intestinal tract and a strong throwing arm.
I've got dibs on the pocket picking this time so back off rouge.
*Picks Frat Jacks pocket and flies back to his perch.*
25 rusty gears, 2 bottle openers and a shiny pebble on the Ape.
Hey, Panama Jack! Bring in the ape!
Jackin' Ape leaps into the ring, hooting like a maniac. He hefts the disguise of the thief into the air and brutally slams it on the ground to tenderize it, multiple times.
WOO-OOO!
He then wanders out of the ring for some bananas.
Jackin' Ape leaps into the ring, hooting like a maniac. He hefts the disguise of the thief into the air and brutally slams it on the ground to tenderize it, multiple times.
WOO-OOO!
He then wanders out of the ring for some bananas.
Damn! That was a quick fight.
Uh-oh...do you guys realize how much those apes look like--
Uh-oh...do you guys realize how much those apes look like--Lemmings! Convert Them!
Crap.
*Draws Cleaver*My money's on the Defectives....
*Charges*
So what now?
Nothing. The ape squashed him in record time.
Jake A. Nape lies at the bottem of the arena, limbs twisted into horrid angles.
"rEpaIRmaN..."
"Oh, the humanity! This is truely the most horrific massecre the Paizo Arena has ever seen, or ever will. Now, uh, I'm sad to say this, but, collect your winnings."
Uh-oh...do you guys realize how much those apes look like--They kinda look like seagulls ;p
I am not an ape, I drop poop not fling it.
*poop*
Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape*
*Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--
"Oh, the humanity! This is truely the most horrific massecre the Paizo Arena has ever seen, or ever will. Now, uh, I'm sad to say this, but, collect your winnings."
Alright! Beer money!
Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--
*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!
Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!
*Steps back in horror*
No...but...I sent you to your death! The thieves showed me the skull! How can this be?!
Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!*Steps back in horror*
No...but...I sent you to your death! The thieves showed me the skull! How can this be?!
It does not matter. Help them now.
It does not matter. Help them now.Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!*Steps back in horror*
No...but...I sent you to your death! The thieves showed me the skull! How can this be?!
*Hesitates*
*Bows head*Okay, you're right.
*Charges Defectives*
Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!
Hey, didn't I eat you last week?
*Begins to carve large hole in numbers of Defectives*
I recommend that you people get that Ape out of here.
*Begins to carve large hole in numbers of Defectives*
I recommend that you people get that Ape out of here.
Good idea. Takes Jackin' Ape back to Jack clubhouse
Right, then.
*Teleports*
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Hey, didn't I eat you last week?Convert the Lemming!
*Charges Ape**Thinks*
Right now, they're after the 'Lemming'. Not me. It's not often I get an opprotunity like this, so sorry guys but I'm gonna le--*Appears*
Ohhh no you do not! You shall help them this time!
Kobold Cleaver has more lives than Kenny McCormack.
Takes Jackin' Ape back to Jack clubhouse
Suddenly, Jackin Ape breaks away from R.H. and goes hurtling towards the prone body of Jack A. Nape. He grabs it by its contorted limbs and takes to swinging him about wildly. He lets the body finally go, after building up tremendous inertia, and sends it flying towards one of the stone columns that rings the arena. There is a sickening smack as it impacts. He beats his fists against his chest and gives vent with deafening hoots of victory!
He then meekly returns to R.H., picks up his bananas, and is led back to his guard station at the entrance to the Jack Clubhouse. He turns his head back once and screeches defiantly at all Non-Jacks.
Takes Jackin' Ape back to Jack clubhouseSuddenly, Jackin Ape breaks away from R.H. and goes hurtling towards the prone body of Jack A. Nape. He grabs it by its contorted limbs and takes to swinging him about wildly. He lets the body finally go, after building up tremendous inertia, and sends it flying towards one of the stone columns that rings the arena. There is a sickening smack as it impacts. He beats his fists against his chest and gives vent with deafening hoots of victory!
He then meekly returns to R.H., picks up his bananas, and is led back to his guard station at the entrance to the Jack Clubhouse. He turns his head back once and screeches defiantly at all Non-Jacks.
*Looks at Jack A. Nape's broken body* Wow! Remind me never to make this ape mad.
runs over to Jack A. Nape's broken body. Jack, stay with us Jack! Don't go into the light Jack! Somebody help Jack!
Forget him. He's not really a Jack. He's an agent for the thieves.
Well in that case... coup de grace's Jack A. Nape with a pitch black scimitar.
There wasn't any crows avalible to take his soul to the afterlife, so i'm taking it.
It's mine, mine ,mine...MINE, mine....
Aren't you birds partial to eyeballs?
Eyes are tastier but souls are shinier.
Who says today's Seagull has to choose? You can have it all.
Well in that case... coup de grace's Jack A. Nape with a pitch black scimitar.
Images of Jack's life flashe before his eyes.
*A small farmstead in Nebraska. His loving wife. Two children, Mike and Lucy. Emergency claxons blaring. A blinding flash. A bombed-out wasteland. Nothing*"bUt, tHAt waSn'T my *cough* lIfE..."
*An alias falls, but shall not be forgotten.*
Sets up a booth with a sign: Psychiatrist Help: The Doctor is In.
Anyone here need grief counseling?
Well in that case... coup de grace's Jack A. Nape with a pitch black scimitar.Images of Jack's life flashe before his eyes.
*A small farmstead in Nebraska. His loving wife. Two children, Mike and Lucy. Emergency claxons blaring. A blinding flash. A bombed-out wasteland. Nothing*"bUt, tHAt waSn'T my *cough* lIfE..."
*An alias falls, but shall not be forgotten.*
Will you hurry up and croak already? I want to raid you for spare parts and the gull wants your soul.
Will you hurry up and croak already? I want to raid you for spare parts and the gull wants your soul.
Oh, he's already gone. Take whatever you want. Keeping the head as a memento, though.
*Wanders off with Jack A Nape's head under his arm.*
Keeping a memento can be a wonderful way of starting the healing...want to talk about it, Masked Rogue?
Well in that case... coup de grace's Jack A. Nape with a pitch black scimitar.Images of Jack's life flashe before his eyes.
*A small farmstead in Nebraska. His loving wife. Two children, Mike and Lucy. Emergency claxons blaring. A blinding flash. A bombed-out wasteland. Nothing*"bUt, tHAt waSn'T my *cough* lIfE..."
*An alias falls, but shall not be forgotten.*
*As the soul of Jack A. Ape flies up/down to the heavens/hell, carried by a seagull, the spectral shadow of another seagull flies up/down to him*
You too, eh? The boards are getting bad.But I have to go. I have a meeting at the Angry Jack cult.