"Good. That thing wasn't as tough as it looked, though I guess our teamwork and my magic made the difference here. Good thing we took it down before anybody got seriously injured. Now if only we knew who sent that thing."
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.Hrodland: (@Six) How about the recycle bin?
(@Holdar) Heh, right... Guess it worked out alright, for now.
-takes a long, long drag from his pipe-
~well, the Chicken Man is pinned to the ground and unable to move~
~meanwhile, Mindy manages to grab the remote, and due to her amazing dexterity roll, there's now a second button on the remote, labeled "release chickens peacefully"~
Six: No, that's where all my depraved po-I MEAN-useless files go.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Yeah. You know what, I'm going to take a nap while i can. Just come get me if something comes up."
Holdar heads back into the tower, looking for a good place to sleep.
Good night everybody ^^
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.

-And Shepard rolls... a 14-
-Plus whatever modifier applies to being a hellastronk lion-dog person-
-that suddenly got very hungry at the mention of chicken-
Hrodland: So, What's up?
-lets out a small frustrated groan as he takes out his pipe, lighting it up-
edited 22nd Nov '15 3:04:29 PM by FokiasTheJester