Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 19, 2003 take moi 2 ur champ plz i will beet him 123 in teh middle of teh rign Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 19, 2003 not coming out huh ill have to come to teh back and fined you myself Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Beingz0wningj00 Report post Posted May 19, 2003 *Stunners the antin00biez!@@#*_@#%(&* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 19, 2003 shooting star stunr 2 u Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest 5_moves_of_doom Report post Posted May 19, 2003 Bang. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest CED Ordonez Report post Posted May 20, 2003 Tilde bang. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Tod deKindes Report post Posted May 20, 2003 What? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 20, 2003 wher iz Super One i want to challange him to a match Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Longdogger_Pete Report post Posted May 22, 2003 i havent done this here before so ill start ~scoop slam~ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ash Ketchum Report post Posted May 22, 2003 Suddenly, Chris Wilson pulls a lever, the arena explodes. kidcoasl: kriz wilsun es eval!!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Powerplay Report post Posted May 22, 2003 *Watches as Stone Froze Jack Houston comes in and stunners everyone through tables (Because it hurts more that way).* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest midnight_burn Report post Posted May 23, 2003 ::Stryke whips out his johnson and pisses all over this hell hole:: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheBostonStrangler Report post Posted May 23, 2003 ::Strangler whips out his johnson and pisses all over Stryke:: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest The Superstar Report post Posted May 23, 2003 ::Grappler whips out his Cutthroat and annoys everyone to hell:: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest KingOfOldSchool Report post Posted May 23, 2003 ::watches and does nothing:: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Crowe Report post Posted May 23, 2003 *participates in a Stoner's Decathlon with Kibagami* \m/ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Angel_Grace_Blue Report post Posted May 23, 2003 *whips out Don Johnson who does stuff* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Tod deKindes Report post Posted May 23, 2003 *whips out Amhed Johnson and injures someone.* *injures self in the process* Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ash Ketchum Report post Posted May 23, 2003 *whips out Rocky Johnson, who gets gored by ELK* kidcoasl: on-too-free!!! ELK is da winnar! corwd: yay kidcoasl, we luv u! Suddenly, Chris Wilson throws a switch and kidcoasl blows up! hat dawg: oh no whu weel eet mi naw? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 24, 2003 super one didnt respawnd so im champ now Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Powerplay Report post Posted May 24, 2003 super one didnt respawnd so im champ now *Stunners G so now he's champ.* R0x0rs. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 24, 2003 shooting star stunnr 2 jug 1 2 3 i win Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Ace309 Report post Posted May 24, 2003 *hits G with a ConBeltO after borrowing Jug's belt* 1 2 3 IAMTHEWEINER Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest CED Ordonez Report post Posted May 24, 2003 ::Whips out Johnson1620, who annoys everyone with his Laker loving ways long enough for Ced to flash pin Flesher 1-2-3 to get the win and the title:: ::pawns off belt to purchase Limited Edition SWF Pogs:: Imma champeon of teh pogs d00ds!!!1! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Thoth Report post Posted May 24, 2003 Kel'Darath the Barbarian struggles to keep up with his party. As he is the strongest, his bulging, veiny muscles hinder his speed. He wheezes as his legs carry him vainly forward, his two handed sword hanging weightily in his right hand. He can see Sheridan, the holy Cleric, bringing up the rear of the main group some thirty meters ahead of him. Suddenly they stop, brandishing metallic arms that sparkled in the evening sun. Kel'Darath catches up, hunched over with heavy breathing. He grips his two handed sword, and steps forward to be the first fighter in battle. The voice of the Goddess Elloria crackles to life in his ear. "Ahead of you, you see a pair of vile basilisks, one male and one female." Thinking that the female had a weaker hide, he says, "I attack the female with my sword." "You hit for... 4 points of damage," says Elloria. "4?" stammers the Barbarian, but the deity continues to speak. "The male gets behind you and hits for 5 points of damage, times 2 because it was a surprise attack. That's ten." Sheridan steps forward, speaking to her. "I cast Cure Light Wounds," not bothering to specify who he is directing the spell towards. The Goddess, in her infinite knowledge, fills in the blanks for him. "Kel'Darath is healed for 9 points of damage." Xevious, a dark wizard in a flowing blue and red robe, enters his plea to Elloria. "I cast a fireball on the male, CRACKLE-FWOOSH." "The male makes his saving roll!" comes the static reply. "Crap, I think I got their resistances mixed up. Females are weak against fire." Quen, an elven ranger of thin build, steps forward and chuckles. "My arrows will not be confused." He speaks to the goddess. "What's my ROF?" "You can notch and fire 2 arrows this turn." "Excellent. One +2 arrow at each basilisk." Elloria mumbles something to herself, seemingly looking at something closely. "Critical hit... and critical hit. 2 kills. Party gets 4,000 exp. Good job." Quen scratches the back of his neck, faking modesty. "I can't believe you have an amulet that reduces the roll needed for a crit to 17," remarks Kel'Darath. Sheridan quickly blurts out, "He means he is very jealous of your Trueshot Amulet, Quen," obviously speaking to the Goddess. He takes off his headset and then speaks directly to Kel'Darath. "Smooth move, Ex-Lax." "That line's old. Get some new material." Kel'Darath takes off his headset, at which point he is no longer Kel'Darath. He is Ephraim Fenrick Klein, a larger than average freshmen computer science major. 153 pounds. Rather bulky for someone of his type, but not nacho-eating fat. And since he is Ephraim Klein, he does not recognize the rag-tag bunch of adventurers in front of him. Well, he wouldn't know them anyway, as this is the first time he's ever seen them. In fact, this is the first time he's played BERP. BERP stands for Be There Role Playing. Originally, it was BTRP, but one astute fellow pointed out that it was more aesthetically pleasing to have a vowel in a word. Also because all words have vowel sounds. It was also faster to say "Berp" than "Be-Tee-Ar-Pee." The brilliant mind who came up with this acronym did not have the common sense to grasp his word until after it was decided to use it, under much reluctance, which for the same reasons, he did not understand. At least not until he saw a pair of girls, giggling at one of their advertising flyers, laughing and saying "Burp!" mock-excitedly. BERP has not had any new members in some time. Not since the original group, anyway. That is to say, they've never had anyone join. Ephraim has noticed a geeky peculiarity among those around him, a peculiarity, even for those that do live action roleplay, but he doesn't speak up, to allay his fears that the people he is surrounded by are complete fucktards because he is outnumbered. The words he wants to say stand on the edge of his tongue, trying to force his mouth open. "So, Ephraim," a random voice pipes, probably Quen's, or whatever his actual name is, in a psuedo-meta-sarcastic tone, or in other words, trying to sound funny and failing horribly, "What do you think our little," and then Ephraim can't quite make out the last word he said, probably because he tried to make it sound French, and also because it's not an actual fucking word. Ephraim's clenched lips open up and say, "Don't you guys have lives?" Sheridan replies quizzically, like an animal identifying friend or foe. "What did you say?" "Uhh... how many lives do you guys have left?" It's a good recovery, great perhaps, but a mature geek is one that knows rejection. Ephraim does try to be Kel'Darath once more but his party-mates are cold to him. He doesn't even get any treasure, even though he gets the killing blow on the orc captain, who had a shiny gold helmet. Mercifully, night falls, the natural enemy of the geek. Though sun is also his enemy, night means socializing which means scary scary other people who drink alcohol and even smoke marijuana from those crazy bongs. The Goddess Elloria takes off her headset, from which she speaks to the other party members. "Sorry, Effy... I really thought you'd enjoy it." "It's okay, Janet. I'm not really sure what I enjoy anyway." Janet unlocks her Toyota with a loud pair of beeps, and Ephraim piles himself into the passenger seat. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest TheAntipop Report post Posted May 25, 2003 Okay, Thoth wins. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
