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| + | You are using an enormous pair of black silk thong, an enormous dark gray marble amulet, and a giant male balrog (total weight four hundred thirty-four million thirty-four thousand five hundred thirty-four dekans). | ||
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| RIP Mapman: Best internet waifu. | RIP Mapman: Best internet waifu. | ||
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| + | Zak VS. Bene's patience: Round 27 | ||
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| + | [OOC Tell to Benerius] lol I'm inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole. | ||
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| + | Benerius appears. | ||
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| + | Benerius peers around. | ||
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| + | You wave. | ||
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| + | Benerius sighs deeply. | ||
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| + | You state, -lol- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Benerius echoes, ( ( can you not break something every 2 seconds ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -ily tho- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -<3- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Benerius nods. | ||
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| + | You are already meditating. | ||
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| + | You state, -this is my home now- | ||
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| + | Benerius pokes the portable hole with its right claw. | ||
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| + | You state, -ya- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Ki-Tan coughs. | ||
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| + | Benerius echoes, ( ( how did you manage this ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -I got 9 pholes and opened one inside of each other.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -and climbed in- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Benerius echoes, ( ( how do you have so many xmas holes ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -vet hasn't taken out the fucking tree'n'balls yet.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -I can go even further if I use my regular holes.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -I have both Zak’s and Aexus’.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | You state, -cuz makr killed zak and I haven't transfered his shit back.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Ki-Tan sneezes. | ||
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| + | You state, -so I probably have like 12 more lol.- in flowingly-accented Anglic. | ||
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| + | Benerius disappears through the walls of the portable hole. | ||
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| + | Ki-Tan looks distracted for a moment. | ||
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| + | [OOC Tell to Benerius] lol if I used all my pholes I'd be inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that’s | ||
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| + | [OOC Tell from Benerius] sigh | ||
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| + | [OOC Tell from Benerius] The portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1074057) is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073661) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073408) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073384) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073231) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072601) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072465) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072195) which is in a flat plains area with a paved road near the City of Losthaven (~Cimbra/rms/m_-21_-24_0) . | ||
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| + | [OOC Tell to Benerius] lmao | ||
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| + | You cannot continue meditating because you have been moved. | ||
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| + | You stop meditating. | ||
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| + | You feel a bit groggy, coming out of your meditative state. | ||
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| + | the Lost Lamb Tavern [w] | ||
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| + | This is the Lost Lamb Tavern, a venerable establishment much-frequented by the denizens of Lost Souls. Tables and benches are scattered about, and a menu hangs on the wall. The door is westward. There is a beech lost-and-found bin nestled in the corner of the room. The area is reasonably well-lit. | ||
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| + | Commander Jonathan Tredwel of the Losthaven Guard and Aildrek the bartender are here. | ||
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| + | You see a portable hole and an iron trashcan. | ||
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| + | Outside, above you is a rolling, clear night sky. | ||
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| + | The only obvious exit is west. | ||
Current revision
[2014 Mar 05 13:11] [OOC Dolan] My penis is known as Zak 'cause it'll wreck you
[OOC Xaolyn] why would i have a fucking bike
[OOC Xaolyn] that's like assuming fate has a telescope
You ricochet from Vergoth and [1000 x 10 x 9 = 90000] appears in the heavens.
/--------------- Damage Rating for Zak with Giant Male Balrog ----------------\
| Factor Value Effect Total |
| Strength 280 +840 840 |
| Massive Blow 145 +435 1275 |
| Killer Instinct 76 +76 1351 |
| Streetwise 40 +40 1391 |
| Dirty Fighting 40 +10 1401 |
| Usable Physical Bulk +2163 3564 |
| Potential Contact Area Size +175777439 175781003 |
| Leverage Two Limbs +100 175781103 |
| Effort 173% +73.3% : +128844912 304626015 |
| Combat Mode Berserk +180% : +316405985 621032000 |
| Total Effect on Damage +25288.8 |
You are using an enormous pair of black silk thong, an enormous dark gray marble amulet, and a giant male balrog (total weight four hundred thirty-four million thirty-four thousand five hundred thirty-four dekans).
[OOC Marcosy] that is pretty much elfdood life
[OOC Marcosy] 'some shit happened and everything died' 'what was it' 'idk my sword turned green and then i leveled'
The intricately designed wedding band has an engraving that reads: Zak and Xailor married on Teliminus 16, 3032, may it be an eternal love.
RIP Mapman: Best internet waifu.
Zak VS. Bene's patience: Round 27
[OOC Tell to Benerius] lol I'm inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole.
Benerius appears.
Benerius peers around.
You wave.
Benerius sighs deeply.
You state, -lol- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Benerius echoes, ( ( can you not break something every 2 seconds ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -ily tho- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -<3- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Benerius nods.
You are already meditating.
You state, -this is my home now-
Benerius pokes the portable hole with its right claw.
You state, -ya- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Ki-Tan coughs.
Benerius echoes, ( ( how did you manage this ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -I got 9 pholes and opened one inside of each other.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -and climbed in- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Benerius echoes, ( ( how do you have so many xmas holes ) ) in hauntingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -vet hasn't taken out the fucking tree'n'balls yet.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -I can go even further if I use my regular holes.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -I have both Zak’s and Aexus’.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
You state, -cuz makr killed zak and I haven't transfered his shit back.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Ki-Tan sneezes.
You state, -so I probably have like 12 more lol.- in flowingly-accented Anglic.
Benerius disappears through the walls of the portable hole.
Ki-Tan looks distracted for a moment.
[OOC Tell to Benerius] lol if I used all my pholes I'd be inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that's inside a hole that’s
[OOC Tell from Benerius] sigh
[OOC Tell from Benerius] The portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1074057) is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073661) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073408) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073384) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1073231) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072601) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072465) which is in portable hole (~Xmas/etc/xmas_hole#1072195) which is in a flat plains area with a paved road near the City of Losthaven (~Cimbra/rms/m_-21_-24_0) .
[OOC Tell to Benerius] lmao
You cannot continue meditating because you have been moved.
You stop meditating.
You feel a bit groggy, coming out of your meditative state.
the Lost Lamb Tavern [w]
This is the Lost Lamb Tavern, a venerable establishment much-frequented by the denizens of Lost Souls. Tables and benches are scattered about, and a menu hangs on the wall. The door is westward. There is a beech lost-and-found bin nestled in the corner of the room. The area is reasonably well-lit.
Commander Jonathan Tredwel of the Losthaven Guard and Aildrek the bartender are here.
You see a portable hole and an iron trashcan.
Outside, above you is a rolling, clear night sky.
The only obvious exit is west.
