RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-02-2017, 01:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2017, 01:54 AM by Pharmacy.)
Meanwhile in blissfully unaware circumstances, Vocifer Vox was getting ever so close to his goal. The falafel slowly came to view. The chickpea goodness bobbed seductively, surrounded by a golden halo of cooking oil and deliciousness. The dragon-man was starting to drool.
Before he could shove his fist into the deep fryer and shove the falafel into his dumb mouth, there was a rainbow blast of energy and headaches. Vocifer Vox soon found himself laying spread-eagled on the floor, and oh Tiamat's tits, it’s a carnage. No, not the high body count. The falafel. It was...chaos’d.
“WHO, WHO DID THIS,” the dragon-man roared taking to the skies, flying into an aerial rage. “WHO DARED TO LAY WOE AND RUINATION ON THE FEAST OF VOCIFER VOX.”
Vocifer realized it was piss-poor of him to act like that, but he hadn’t eaten breakfast today, his brain wasn’t getting the required nutrients it needed, and damn it, damn it, Goddess damn it, he wanted that fucking falafel. Why was fate so cruel, to deny him such simple pleasures? He pulled out his axe from erm, somewhere and proceeded to go on a lack-of-falafel-induced rampage.
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1) Vocifer is looking for that bastard who did the Maw of Chaos.
2) He’s busting some heads along the way. He’s hungry and angry, hangry.
3) Vocifer isn’t looking too good health-wise but he’s still dangerous.
Before he could shove his fist into the deep fryer and shove the falafel into his dumb mouth, there was a rainbow blast of energy and headaches. Vocifer Vox soon found himself laying spread-eagled on the floor, and oh Tiamat's tits, it’s a carnage. No, not the high body count. The falafel. It was...chaos’d.
“WHO, WHO DID THIS,” the dragon-man roared taking to the skies, flying into an aerial rage. “WHO DARED TO LAY WOE AND RUINATION ON THE FEAST OF VOCIFER VOX.”
Vocifer realized it was piss-poor of him to act like that, but he hadn’t eaten breakfast today, his brain wasn’t getting the required nutrients it needed, and damn it, damn it, Goddess damn it, he wanted that fucking falafel. Why was fate so cruel, to deny him such simple pleasures? He pulled out his axe from erm, somewhere and proceeded to go on a lack-of-falafel-induced rampage.
--
1) Vocifer is looking for that bastard who did the Maw of Chaos.
2) He’s busting some heads along the way. He’s hungry and angry, hangry.
3) Vocifer isn’t looking too good health-wise but he’s still dangerous.