11.30.2005
Hit Point Czech
Vrill rolls his eyes, exasperated. "Didn't you read the fricking post?! What, do you need to have a little 'HELLO MY NAME IS' badge, with some sticky stars on them or something? Maybe a belt like in flag football. I'll fireball your ass, and walk over there and pull some of your flags off."
"Just like your loser DM posted, Brogg's got 5/23 hp. Cinder, you've got 7/20 hp. Dave, you've got 15/28 hp. And Marivhon is full (11/11 hp)."
"Really, I can't believe I keep losing to you lameons. Not this time. Not this time," he hisses, and prepares to cast again.
"Just like your loser DM posted, Brogg's got 5/23 hp. Cinder, you've got 7/20 hp. Dave, you've got 15/28 hp. And Marivhon is full (11/11 hp)."
"Really, I can't believe I keep losing to you lameons. Not this time. Not this time," he hisses, and prepares to cast again.
