8.25.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin
Jimminy Cricket. So one moment I'm contemplating the glory of Odin, basking in his wisdom and all that shit - the next, we're being written up by an assed librarian, King Tut is getting cornholed by a giant glowing dong that this angry juggalo brought in, and I've got some metal assmunch all up in my shit.
It's one of those days, I guess.
First, I bring in a bear. He'll help munch on the EHP until that's over, and then assess the sitch.
Then, the clobbering. Here are three rounds:
BR 3. I'm pretty sure that misses.
BR 15. BR 5, for 8 points damage, and -1 to Metal Johnson's AC.
Geez - Metal Johnson? Even the robots have gay pornstar names. This place is FUCKED UP, and the swath of death we leave in our wake doesn't bother me a bit.
BR 4. Some of us are swathing more than others, I guess.
It's one of those days, I guess.
First, I bring in a bear. He'll help munch on the EHP until that's over, and then assess the sitch.
Then, the clobbering. Here are three rounds:
BR 3. I'm pretty sure that misses.
BR 15. BR 5, for 8 points damage, and -1 to Metal Johnson's AC.
Geez - Metal Johnson? Even the robots have gay pornstar names. This place is FUCKED UP, and the swath of death we leave in our wake doesn't bother me a bit.
BR 4. Some of us are swathing more than others, I guess.
