Too late, biatch. As soon as that stupid Uzi jammed up on you I popped a dart in your ass. This is all a dream now, in the real world your points have been stolen and you are sleeping soundly in the trunk of my car.
You wish. Little do you know, I have a +17 reflex modifier to your pussy dart gun, and I just rolled an 18. I dodged that bitch and put a bullet right through your fucking skull. The moral: Never get in a fake battle with a D&D geek.
Dude, that is a +10 Dart Gun of Infinite Accuracy, and it's loaded with +10 Darts of the Eternal Slumber! Your +17 reflex modifier can't save you now biatch!
No, but your roll of 5 can save me. You nicked me, I'll give you that, but only enough to take away a couple points of constitution. And since I'm carrying that +5 constitution potion I found in the Dwarf Dungeon... Edit: Don't be pissy about it. You'll have your HP back tomorrow, and if the DM is feeling generous, you might get a couple experience points.
I go into my level 23 Drunken Rage, shrugging off your little 9mm bullets, and I beat the hell outta you with my +5 post-hole digger. "That'll teach you to mess with a level 23 Redneck ya little bitch!" Is the last thing you hear before I rip a 6" hole in your chest with my +5 post-hole digger.
People with bullets through their skulls cannot go on drunken rages. You're out until the rest of the troupe decides to rest.
Drat. Well as soon as the troupe decides to rest, it's level 23 Drunken Rage and +5 Post-hole Digger time!
Need I remind you that I've beaten you once, and can beat you again? Need you forget that I will have a new Hadoken tomorrow? Edit: And while you were down, I stole back the FP (Funny Points) you stole from Bird, thus making he and I co-funniest members.
Heh, sure, you deserve it. I love your posts... and your sig, avatar, and location. "TREE HOUSE" Nice...