Dx Darn, you were so close too.Pm0n3y said:Sky! think I can still get in?
EDIT: Dammit...never mind...*patiently waits for next round, crying along the way*
Bullshit...*sniff*...this'll be the only round I won't be in...*sniff*
...I'm still bookmarking the thread though.
elementsoul said:Hope wear is your death?
Right thar.hopeneverdies said:You return to your campground badly hurt and running low on mana, but not beaten up. After sleeping it off in your nice dwelling you return to the Secret Tropical Island Volcano Lair after being injured nought but about three adventures ago. Not sure why you would go back to a place much too strong for you though. With your 17-Alarm Saucepan in one hand, your Ancient Saucehelm on your head and a Badass Buckle on your belt, you walk into the Convention Hall whereupon you see that said convention was for slime. Disgusting oozing slimes, although you aren't exactly a looker either. Knowing that the only way to fight your Nemesis is to appear as a slime yourself, you start tearing the amorphous piles of goo a new one, pouring the absurdly hot contents one way and sending a storm of cold mustard the other, you finally have the contents you need.
After returning to your home for more rest you go back to the island lair and fight that blob. You lose your disguise and security slimes begin accosting you, but they are no match for your almighty Sauceror abilities and you finally meet Lumpy.
After kicking his gooey ass he escapes. You enter a Volcanic Cave and make your way through the maze. You see that sack of scum and proceed to fight him. It seems easy at first, but suddenly he becomes the Demonic Sauceblob and gets his revenge on you. You are beaten and sent home defeated, dejected. You return to the campsite to discover that you have no energy to do anything anymore, not even sleep. You have no food to eat or alcohol to drink. You lay upon the ground in front of your home unable to enter, beaten up.
Suddenly someone else walks out your front door. He takes a look at you and simply fires his pistol at your beaten up face.
And because I felt like it