Discussion in 'Star Wars Role Playing Archive' started by Thok, Apr 12, 2006.
Mountain Dew works fine *drinks his weekend morning can of Dew*
Oh yeah? How 'bout this? Peace love dope! Now get the hell outta here!
Not that im a fan of dirty hippies myself, but right now they are on the low end of my beat-on-sight meter lol. That title is reserved for PETA at the moment.
I'm a PETA supporter.
People for the Eating of Tasty Animals.
I always thought it'd be funny to form a "PETA Club" and then reveal that it's the acronym Peng mentioned.
Hee hee hee...
You know, the next time that I get wind that they're having some rally somewhere, I really want to march back and forth in front of them wearing snake-skin boots, leather pants, a fur coat, and eating the biggest meatiest sandwich I can find.
Anybody else in?
No way, I hear they carry buckets of blood at all times, just in case.
Can't risk ruining my good snakeskin boots, after all.
Yeah. My Peruzzi jacket was from Florence, for God's sake. I'm not risking red paint over that.
Can we at least settle for ingesting large amounts of meat in front of them then?
Now that I can do!
Yeah. Bartender! Set me up with one o' them racks o' lamb you got back there, willya?
And I was two floors away from my coat when my building decided to have a fire drill.
I hope there are no Indianapolis Colts fans around, because on Sunday I will be obligated to hate the entirety of your being...
*a door at the back of the bar is suddenly flung open and a large grill, open to reveal a steak, chicken, and some other meat products like the rack of lambs, comes rolling into the bar with him following behind it, wearing a fire-retardant suit, a gas mask, and a flamethrower in his hands complete with the tanks on his back*
*muffles beneath the gas mask* Mmmmrrrrrfffff! *flips on the pilot light at the end of the flamethrower, points the weapon at the grill, and pushes down on the trigger to cause flames to burst from the flamethrower and consume the meats on the grill in a fiery embrace which he keeps up for about a minute before stopping*
*pulls off the gas mask and looks up at everyone with a soot-covered face* Meats are done! Might want to let them cool though
*Checks to make sure that his eyebrows and hair are still intact, which thankfully they are. Then looks down the bar*
Uh, Darthramza? Might want to check the charred bit on your shoulder thats still on fire...
I prefer indirect grilling. Take these back.
You didn't ask for any so they aren't yours anyway *pulls the gas mask back over his face and retreats back through the door to change and wash*
mmm, charcoal burger...
I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Huh? Oh, right.
*Puts out fire*
After having your RP characters get injured repeatedly in the shoulders, you almost forget shoulders have nerve endings.
People forget that shoulder wounds can be terrible in general and not just wing people like you see in the movies <.< All the nerves for your arm run beneath the shoulder joint and something like a bullet can slice clean through them and have a chance to cripple you for life or at least keep you in the hospital for a while.
Just don't tell that to my characters in the NSWRPF...
Aaah, the joy of Movie anatomy and physics. Hence why everybody flies in any RP when hit by so much as a .22 Rimfire?
Yeah, but it looks cool, even in print... digital type... whatever...
So I wonder what happens when I do this...
*suddenly produces a Corellian Destroyer from out of nowhere and takes aim at Darthramza...*