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Bobert
Level 666 Asshole

Right Hand : Bottle of Jack Daniels
Left Hand : Colt .45

Body : Ragged Hoodie, under is a McDonalds T-Shirt
Legs : Tattered Jeans with shitty sneakers.
Head : Hair
Other : A belt

Inventory : Four spare magazines for the .45, more booze and car keys.

Action : Get drunk and start stupid fights.
Special abilities : I can fly

Would like to join Taeraduns party to see if he can really dance like his avatar.

Action: Use dildo to continuously perform surgery on gunshot victims at such a ridiculous speed that no one stays wounded for more than a  few seconds at a time, all the while trying to poke Doack with a stick.

Aekenon wrote:Driven by some weird sense of justice, the altogether baffling man feels he must quell the gunfight that has erupted in the local tavern.  Kicking down the tavern's door, he charges in, sworn drawn.  He realizes immediately that this is surely a mistake on his part, but it's too late now.

Indeed, it was too late as Aekes' spectacular entrance lured most heavy-testosterone shooters to change their target to Aekes. Aekes does a lot of dodging moves to avoid the minority of bullets that actually can hit him as most of the shooters were heavily drunk.

His moves had no bounds to avoid the bullets : Max Payne's ducking moves that had some kind of mysterious luck to completely avoid non-point blank shots, Metroid's Morph Ball which he was slower than the real thing and had one heck of a back pain from doing it and Road Runner as his legs became literally on fire with smoke.

Then after he was tired dodging the bullets heroicly, he hid behind a fallen table which the shooters forgot about him as soon he "cleverly" disappeared with fire and smoke still on his legs. Aekes decided to heat some other patron's forgotten meal that became cold with his "fire legs".

The shooters resumed the initial mass gun spree everywhere inside the tavern.

RCCola wrote:Would like to join Taeraduns party to see if he can really dance like his avatar.

Bobert arrives and find Taeradun with the intention to ask him if he could join him. Taeradun's hand hurts like hell from Desler's accidental bullet inside it. Still, it's a discussion nonetheless.

Milldawg wrote:Use dildo to continuously perform surgery on gunshot victims at such a ridiculous speed that no one stays wounded for more than a  few seconds at a time, all the while trying to poke Doack with a stick.

Doctor Nosebone is exceptionally skilled with his dildo, healing everyone except the bartender in which he has no time at the moment to revive him due to the intensity of the gunfire. Taeradun's hand was treated as part of Dr. Nosebone's insane routine.

Meanwhile Doack is wounded and healed continually by Doctor Nosebone as the stick poke harms him for 1 damage and gets healed for 1 damage from the healing routine.

EDIT : It can be questionable with how many spots that his dildo pass over Doack's body.

Steven Roads
level 10 bounty hunter

Left hand:
    -
Right hand:
  Pistol

body:
  shirt and dark cloak
Legs:
  Jeans
Head:
  Hat
Others equiped:
  cybernetics, right eye
  watch
  ammo
  gloves
Inventory:
  Bible
  wallet
  wrinkled photo

Action:
Get up from the seat and checks the wanted poster.

Action:  Goes outside and gets his lowrider car.  Doesn't have keys in inventory for some reason, so breaks into the car.  Looks at his headless dog who is still alive and nods at it.  Rams lowrider into the many horses outside the medieval pub.

Invokes the hidden power of his Virgin Mary Shirt.  Blessing +50 Luck and Stamina.

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Drinks the bottle of Jack and begins to fly.

"Doctor Nosebone!" Doack exclaims as chaos erupts around him. Taking in the serenity of extreme violence, he doesn't care to notice the tiny pricks of bullets fragmenting off of his shining armor. All around him, the Troglodyte's Dildo flies in a blur of motion, healing wounds moments after they are made, only for them to be remade, creating an endless symphony of carnage and bloodshed. It was empowering. Enlightening, even. But the lord of all that is Doack knew that even this pleasure must come to an end if his diabolical scheme was to be realized.

"Nosebone, quick, to the Doackmobile!"

Chris Hanson
Level 42 NBC Dateline Host

Right Hand: Rag with chloroform
Left Hand: Microphone
Body: Classy Suit
Pants: none
Inventory: Baseball bat, keys to an unmarked white van, candy, puppies

Action: Lure Doack and Nosebone into his van to take a roadtrip through bat country.

Arveleg
Level 8 Mage
Left Hand:
-
Right Hand:
-
Body:
Red Mage Robe, Red Cloak
Legs:
Black pants, black boots
Head:
-
Others:
-
Inventory:
Spell Book
Dagger
Shovel

Arveleg sat at a table in the corner of the bar with an untouched mug of beer as he leafed through his spell book.  He tried to ignore the noise from the ongoing gun fight, but found it impossible.  The mage sighed and contemplated launching a fireball into the fray.  He decided against it, however.  It was usually a bad idea to light the building on fire while you were still in it.

Arveleg returned his book to his backpack, got up and headed towards the exit, leaving his odd-tasting beer behind.

Unfortunately Arveleg did not see Chris Hansen slip some GHB  into his beer. As he left the building he passed out, he found himself bound inside of an unmarked white van and staring into an interrogation light. "I suggest you take a seat" says Hansen in a slightly menacing voice.

Chalupa
Level 1 Taco Bell Chalupa
Left Hand:
- N/A
Right Hand:
- N/A
Body:
- Lettuce, cheese, sour cream, ground beef
Legs:
- N/A
Head:
- N/A
Others:
- N/A
Inventory:
- Mild Sauce Packet
- Lowrider Car Key


Chalupa enters the Tavern.

"Hey guys, I'm the new Taco Bell Chalupa, anyone seen Desler? I think he stole my car."

Holds up keys.

"I need to BUST A CAP IN THAT CHOLO, HOLMES!"

Bobert is to drunk to acknowledge the gunfire but still believes he can fly. Throws his bottle on Jack at Chalupa.

Chalupa dodges Jack bottle.

"Hey, I'm a crispy flakey Chalupa, I'm filling! You can't just throw bottles at me!"

Chalupa grabs bottle of Jack and breaks it, revealing glass jagged edges, pointing it towards Bobert.

"What HOLMES, YOU WANNA FIGHT!? I COULD CUT YOU A MILLION DIFFERENT WAYS, ESSAY!"

Drink vodka. Run in the street and knock out some random wench. Drink more.

  What do you think?

Dog:  Ruh roh