My name is Wildrow and I am a gamer.
I know what to do when I am face to face with a Goomba.
I am proficient in combating Cthuloid horrors and Red Dragons.
I have an encyclopedic knowledge of all 128 ways to hit Rugal in the balls.
But how do you face the horrors which no game can prepare you for?
How can any woman or man confront the terrors lurking in the most dangerous game of all: REAL LIFE?
How can anyone of you face the blood curdling terrors of Topeka, Kansas?
How can I, a simple man, withstand the trials and perils of Germany, where tales of renegade mechanics and possessed Volkswagen factories churning out armies of demonically sentient cars still fill the waking nightmares of a beleaguered populace?
What would YOU do if faced with the savage hunger of the Dire Manchester United Fan, a creature native to British soil?
...and what, (Oh, how my hand quakes!), what would be your game plan as you stare upon the well groomed hide of the dreaded (gulp!) TERRY SCUE, THE MOST VICIOUS CAR SALESMAN IN ALL OF CANADA!?
Enough, I say!
It is time for us to fight back! To pool our collective experience and to aid one another in surviving the horrors of our native lands!
Thus this thread shall be for the express purpose of serving as a bestiary of sorts, describing the strengths, weaknesses, and habits of our homeland's denizens.
I shall begin:
*Ahem*
Floridian Road Beast
Found in: South Florida
Frequency Encountered: Very Common
Organization: Solo (though they do tend to group together to joust)
Activity Cycle: Any (though they seem to become more aggressive at night and after major sporting events)
Diet: Rage and frustration
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Loot Drop: Cellphone (common), Cursed iPhone of the Apocalypse (rare)
Detail:
Origin of this species is still a matter of debate. Some believe they are the remnants of a terrible magical war so destructive that nothing is left of its instigators except their robes and wizard hats. Others point to the stars and claim that these monsters are the children of some malevolent extraterrestrial force, who no doubt planted it's spawn here to bedevil mankind. Some....just blame bad parenting and Red Bull.
For whatever reason, these humanoid creatures seem to gravitate towards the warm climate of south Florida in North America, and seem to exclusively haunt law abiding Florida drivers..and anyone else who enters their feeding grounds.
Their language appears to be made up completely of obscenities (leading some to believe that the Floridian Road Beast may share a common lineage with the far more widely known Forum Trolls and Xbox Live Trolls). They seem to signal each other (and everyone else) with a most curious hand gesture: the extending of the digit between what would be the ring and index in humans and the the almost total closing of the fist.
While the true meaning of this gesture (referred to as a "bird" and the action of doing so "flipping the bird" by expert Road Beast hunters) is unknown, the results are obvious.
The beast will begin by issuing forth a loud, wailing honk and then will attempt to rush forward and overtake the target vehicle. In some cases, truly agitated specimens will charge head long into rivals.
While virtually impervious to Psionic or magical assault (these creatures both lack the intelligence to be harmed by other minds, and the soul-presence to be effectively harmed by most spells) they do seem to have a curious weakness to red and blue flashing lights and sirens.
Combat suggestion: Ignore the Floridian Road Beast. Like it's troll cousins it feeds on the frustration and rage it's actions cause. Should it be deprived of this, it will begin to feed on itself (1d10 damage each turn) and will eventually return to its lair to cry and pet poodles.
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Well, I've done my part. How about you?
I know what to do when I am face to face with a Goomba.
I am proficient in combating Cthuloid horrors and Red Dragons.
I have an encyclopedic knowledge of all 128 ways to hit Rugal in the balls.
But how do you face the horrors which no game can prepare you for?
How can any woman or man confront the terrors lurking in the most dangerous game of all: REAL LIFE?
How can anyone of you face the blood curdling terrors of Topeka, Kansas?
How can I, a simple man, withstand the trials and perils of Germany, where tales of renegade mechanics and possessed Volkswagen factories churning out armies of demonically sentient cars still fill the waking nightmares of a beleaguered populace?
What would YOU do if faced with the savage hunger of the Dire Manchester United Fan, a creature native to British soil?
...and what, (Oh, how my hand quakes!), what would be your game plan as you stare upon the well groomed hide of the dreaded (gulp!) TERRY SCUE, THE MOST VICIOUS CAR SALESMAN IN ALL OF CANADA!?
Enough, I say!
It is time for us to fight back! To pool our collective experience and to aid one another in surviving the horrors of our native lands!
Thus this thread shall be for the express purpose of serving as a bestiary of sorts, describing the strengths, weaknesses, and habits of our homeland's denizens.
I shall begin:
*Ahem*
Floridian Road Beast
Found in: South Florida
Frequency Encountered: Very Common
Organization: Solo (though they do tend to group together to joust)
Activity Cycle: Any (though they seem to become more aggressive at night and after major sporting events)
Diet: Rage and frustration
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Loot Drop: Cellphone (common), Cursed iPhone of the Apocalypse (rare)
Detail:
Origin of this species is still a matter of debate. Some believe they are the remnants of a terrible magical war so destructive that nothing is left of its instigators except their robes and wizard hats. Others point to the stars and claim that these monsters are the children of some malevolent extraterrestrial force, who no doubt planted it's spawn here to bedevil mankind. Some....just blame bad parenting and Red Bull.
For whatever reason, these humanoid creatures seem to gravitate towards the warm climate of south Florida in North America, and seem to exclusively haunt law abiding Florida drivers..and anyone else who enters their feeding grounds.
Their language appears to be made up completely of obscenities (leading some to believe that the Floridian Road Beast may share a common lineage with the far more widely known Forum Trolls and Xbox Live Trolls). They seem to signal each other (and everyone else) with a most curious hand gesture: the extending of the digit between what would be the ring and index in humans and the the almost total closing of the fist.
While the true meaning of this gesture (referred to as a "bird" and the action of doing so "flipping the bird" by expert Road Beast hunters) is unknown, the results are obvious.
The beast will begin by issuing forth a loud, wailing honk and then will attempt to rush forward and overtake the target vehicle. In some cases, truly agitated specimens will charge head long into rivals.
While virtually impervious to Psionic or magical assault (these creatures both lack the intelligence to be harmed by other minds, and the soul-presence to be effectively harmed by most spells) they do seem to have a curious weakness to red and blue flashing lights and sirens.
Combat suggestion: Ignore the Floridian Road Beast. Like it's troll cousins it feeds on the frustration and rage it's actions cause. Should it be deprived of this, it will begin to feed on itself (1d10 damage each turn) and will eventually return to its lair to cry and pet poodles.
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Well, I've done my part. How about you?