Last one to post wins

[El Dios De Los Almas Perdidas]

No, you can't "miraculously heal" from a broken neck. Get real.

[gran rey de los everything]

Hmm...nothing in the rules against it...I'll allow it. This time. But now some new rules have been added.

[El Dios De Los Almas Perdidas]

Did you add the one about calloused right hands?

[lucky7]

I'm a leftie anyways.

[Sissyl]

Can't you see that lucky7 is really a spiky dragon head. He does not, in fact, have a neck.

I win.

[Quiche Lisp]

0_°

= O

:-|

You're sadly mistaken. Must be all these dark incantations who got to your head...

I win !

[gran rey de los everything]

lucky7 wrote:

I'm a leftie anyways.

I believe you meant to say "wrongie".

[Quiche Lisp]

What's that has got to do with anything ?

Pshhh pshhh ! Be gone: I win !

[gran rey de los everything]

Clearly you are also a "wrongie".

[lucky7]

But I'm right.

[Sissyl]

I lose... But if so, this being the last post means I still win.

Error. Impossible concept. Universe halted. A)bort, R)etry, F)ail?

[lucky7]

F)ail, cyuz I just wun!

[Midgard Serpent]

I am not your cuz, but I will take the win anyway.

[lucky7]

No, you F)ail by choking on Thor.

[Opie Widdershins]

Amazing, your strategy worked. You won!!!
Oops, my mistake.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

I win again! How nice.

[Conman the Bardbarian]

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

Don't count your welfare check before it's cashed.

[Conman the Bardbarian]

That wasn't my check, mate. 1d20 ⇒ 20

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

Sleight of hand to steal Conman's welfare check:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

[Sissyl]

My Win check is... Lookitat! I never rolled a million on a d20 before.

[#1FudgeCake]

Hm.

[#1FudgeCake]

Sissyl wrote:

Ah, the fruits of the trees of winning and losing look so similar, Quiche. Too bad you got the fruit of lose. Me, I am up in the win tree, stuffing myself with the real fruit of win.

Well, I sure hope your "Win Tree" doesn't come toppling down on Quiche after my flamethrower of PWN burns it to the ground. God, I love CoD.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

I triumph again.

[Old Doc Flumph]

Thats Flumph, Doc Flumph.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

Clean out your...er, ears, Doc.

[hobbsdadolfin]

while you are wondering where his ears are, I win.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

Yes, here's your prize: a one-way trip into a tuna can.

[The Nasty Orc]

Yum tuna I like me tuna.

[Old Doc Flumph]

If you wish, I can help clear up that nasty skin condition you have. After I collect my win, of course.

[lucky7]

Good luck with that.

[Mark Hoover]

Lucky, can you let Doc know that Marty and Einstein are in the Delorean out back; something about a Flux Capacitor? Also I win

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

But no longer, Mark of Hoover!

[Conman the Bardbarian]

Ouch, that's going to leave a mark.

[El Dios De Los Almas Perdidas]

Is it a Mark mark?

[Conman the Bardbarian]

I think it's a marky Mark.

[El Dios De Los Almas Perdidas]

Eww, he better go see his dermatologist.

[lucky7]

He should see mine. While I win.

[Mark Hoover]

Is that a question, Mark? Oh I see; well that's quite an EXCLAMATION, Mark. I've heard them all, even the unsavory ones. It still doesn't mean I'm not winning - the next poster after me does.

[lucky7]

I mean you're not winning.

[Mark Hoover]

What are you saying?

[lucky7]

Quiet I'm congratulating myself on victory.

[Mark Hoover]

Try not to break your arm patting yourself on the back. Wait, you don't have arms...

[lucky7]

I'll take yours.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

Mark doesn't have arms. He has laser cannons.

[hobbsdadolfin]

and I have flippers.

[lucky7]

And I take them both.

[The Vicious Chicken of Bristol]

I win.

[Last one]

I eat your win.

[gran rey de los everything]

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