The_Mather1

That weapon is a halberd on a chain, it probably weighs ~5kg or more.

But still my favourite.

3x Awsome, two for you, one for the song. :thumbsup:

He is then horrified by his own bad taste. 11 HP.

Age is just a number.

The wall finds his luck penny imbeded on his face. 14 HP.

The wall steps on a pebble. 16 HP.

Ned attempts to wake up and go get Luwin and some physicians to start an autopsy.

You don't seem immature to me.

Dungeonal's the other.

Wingless demon is a usual kind of fiend.

So I'm to you the same kind of friend Ouyso is to me. That goes under friend. Also, I considder all here friends except two people who I am sure everyone here can guess who are.

Name: (The) Draugen Race (if it's not something I would be familiar with, describe it): Wingless demon. Companions (are you starting with a specific individual, small group, or settlement): Solo. Profession (are you a hunter, an adventurer, a mayor, an evil demon bent on world destruction, etc.): Killing, rising from the dead, spreading fear. Description (what do you look like, with respect to your race and profession): The Draugen looks like a human, pale as a corpse and carrying a stench of decay even though it does degenerate. It's wearing a black, torn robe. Talents (are you particularly good or bad at anything, do you have any useful skills):Slaughter. Items (from your cavernous lair to that shiny ring in your pocket): Razor sword.

I and Hex got onto a discussion on MSN which made me think, who here considder me their friend? He made it harder for himself to get onto here BTW.

I take all the mage's equipment and bring it and the corpse to a chamber with only a large table before requesting Luwin to be brought in.

Agreed.

You get a load of pain. *Inserts old gymbag*

It then bounces back into the air before faceplanting on a spiked mat. 19 HP

Then ascends to quick and gets oxygen poisoning. 22 HP

*Examines self*

You get another clone. *Inserts fat, lazy and [developmentally delayed]ed dog*

The wall steps on a shuriken. 24 HP

The wall slips on a random severed tail. 26 HP

You get a foot lodged in your family jewels. *Inserts meaningless quote*

I don't, I pick on what he says about me.