Master Chef prepares a wrestling technique that has been passed down the Chef lines for generations.
A massive explosion is heard, as the smoke clears a lone figure is made out.
Professer Bluth's life flashes before his eyes. It was a quiet celibate life of constant studying. Though he was mocked for his profession, he was ultimately happy to be kept off of the battlefields. Another plus was that he was labeled unfit to donate sperm, free from the consequences and disgusting experiences of sexuality. Just another trattorian.
Oops, he's now the town bicycle.
Move: 5" with turning, 10" in a straight line.
Damage: 1d4 in a 5" radius.
Austin fires a size two missile. Since Kommandant Fangarm was dead I decided the best target would be the group of Bavarians. However, he comes off target.
RIP Lone Bavarian Bitch
Clara excitedly runs over Fangarm's biological material as Master Chef bails comfortably. She's gonna ram the gate.
Clara is now a red-headed Earth Pwny.
Kick: A Pwnie can kick with the following profile: UR 2; Dam 1d6; Range CC
Archie is so full of emotion he begins to scream. Veronica, the one girl that he had been stranded with for over a year has now been stabbed to death.
He's unable to beat the hun like he had hoped. Side note: Don't put pets near lego.
Angus however returns with his ranged electric visceral charge.
Well fuck, if it isn't Frankenbitch.
For now Archie is safe, as neither attack does enough damage.
Cleverbot grabs the Assyrian Laser Rifle, and prepares to attack the nearest Bavarian. Because NOT ATTACKING is NOT AN OPTION.
Fucking crits man. Don't forget that there's a +5 tacked on like Bonn-o-Tron.
The Bavarian's insides are melted and split apart by the laser, like some Palahniuk Science Fiction novel.
"Rabble dog, there is no escaping from the Boris!"
Austin dies. RIP you aspie virgin.
The Bavarians combine fire on Kelvin.
His armour can't help him now. He is a dead guy.
Note the Riesenlaster in the bottom, Mgb.