Post by perpetuallytired on Nov 27, 2010 23:59:44 GMT -5
High atop of the Suiba Tower, one of the last towers left standing in the burning ruins of Tokyo, the devious Mantaur sits behind a large steel cannon of his own design. This destructive machine can shoot dozens of bladed twenty-sided dice at the fleeing citizens below as well as the battling monsters ahead. By his count, he has given five (perhaps even ten!) Tokyo citizens annoying flesh wounds. Gleeful with this stunning success, Mantaur takes a moment to lean back and sip from his Mountain Dew Dark-filled goblet.
However, before the first drop hits Mantaur's tongue, the goblet is knocked out of his hand by a pointed flame!
"What form of deviousness is this? Who dares threaten my HP?!"
"To relax, I work", Fred says in his nigh-incomprehensible French accent, flapping his wings violently.
"It'll take more than some weird-ass dragon to stop my most villainous quest yet!" Mantaur sets his goblet down and shoots his cannon again. A few of the dice slice Fred's wenis, the only unguarded part of his body. Startled by the unexpected injury, Fred lands on the tower to assess his injury. However, he's not paying any attention to Mantaur, who has re-loaded his nerdy cannon of twenty-sided death.
The cannon again launches a torrent of shiny red balls towards the dragon. However, by now Fred has realized he is under threat and, inside of fleeing, charges towards the cannon. He aims his body so that the dice bounce harmlessly off his shielded , flaming skull.
"When something is passed over, you can't do anything about it, so you might as well look at it in a positive way.” Fred snarls, bashing the cannon is all his might.
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!" Mantaur screams as the cannon falls apart. Getting no answer from Fred, he presses a small button underneath the damaged cannon, and the weapon of death becomes a small rocket sled powered by Cool Ranch Doritos.
"See ya!" Mantaur screams, living to ruin another day.
"There can be only one," Fred mutters before laughing nasally and flying away.
However, before the first drop hits Mantaur's tongue, the goblet is knocked out of his hand by a pointed flame!
"What form of deviousness is this? Who dares threaten my HP?!"
"To relax, I work", Fred says in his nigh-incomprehensible French accent, flapping his wings violently.
"It'll take more than some weird-ass dragon to stop my most villainous quest yet!" Mantaur sets his goblet down and shoots his cannon again. A few of the dice slice Fred's wenis, the only unguarded part of his body. Startled by the unexpected injury, Fred lands on the tower to assess his injury. However, he's not paying any attention to Mantaur, who has re-loaded his nerdy cannon of twenty-sided death.
The cannon again launches a torrent of shiny red balls towards the dragon. However, by now Fred has realized he is under threat and, inside of fleeing, charges towards the cannon. He aims his body so that the dice bounce harmlessly off his shielded , flaming skull.
"When something is passed over, you can't do anything about it, so you might as well look at it in a positive way.” Fred snarls, bashing the cannon is all his might.
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!" Mantaur screams as the cannon falls apart. Getting no answer from Fred, he presses a small button underneath the damaged cannon, and the weapon of death becomes a small rocket sled powered by Cool Ranch Doritos.
"See ya!" Mantaur screams, living to ruin another day.
"There can be only one," Fred mutters before laughing nasally and flying away.
