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[center][color=f7976a][h2]VILLAIN: POTLUCK[/h2][/color][/center]
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Potluck was busy shoving barbecued ribs into his pot when a voice caught his attention. 
[@Burning Kitty]
[indent][color=ed1c24]"Hey fatty![/color][/indent]
Potluck frantically looked around-- who was fat? He was only BIG BONED! He cast a sharp glare toward Veronica while dropping another rack of ribs into his pot.
[indent][color=ed1c24]"Your food is so horrible it grew wings so it could literally get away from you--"[/color][/indent]
[color=f7976a]"Hey now, that's not nic--"[/color] Potluck began but Veronica went on, not hearing him.
[indent][color=ed1c24]"How pathetic of a cook are you?"[/color][/indent]
The words echoed within Potluck's mind quietly, the chaos around him drifting away as Veronica continued throwing insults. He clenched his fist.
[indent][color=ed1c24]"Did you seriously think anyone in the whole world would want to any of that garbage?"[/color][/indent]
Potluck's knees felt week-- so so weak. He trembled slightly and almostfell to the grass.
[indent][color=ed1c24]"I bet that is where you got your ingredients, the landfill!"[/color][/indent]
As Potluck smashed his hands against his ears, smearing barbecue sauce all over his face, he still could not block out the sound of Veronica's voice as she continued. 
[indent][color=ed1c24]"Starving people in the third world would rather starve to death than eat the food you cooked."[/color][/indent]
Tears began to well up in Potluck's eyes. His cheeks burned and the world started to blur as he sniffed, heavily, trying to keep himself together. His fury was starting to crumble-- collapse inward upon itself under the weight of the insults. And then Veronica said:
[indent][color=ed1c24]"Who taught you to cook a sewer rat?"[/color][/indent] 

[color=f7976a]"N-NO! MY--"[/color] he took a deep breath [color=f7976a]"--GRANDMA TAUGHT ME--"[/color] he choked on his words, coughed, then his tears began to pour. Potluck collapsed over his pot and began sobbing uncontrollably. His face twisted into a horrible bunch of wrinkles and sweat, snot and tears streamed freely, as he wailed into his cook pot. How could anyone in the world be this mean? And she hadn't even tried his food-- maybe? He wasn't sure!

Potluck didn't know anything at the moment-- only that he could feel his heart breaking into a million little pieces. Then his whole body began to shake-- Potluck blinked. 

No. 
His body wasn't shaking, it was his cook pot that was. The whole object was heating up and vibrating erratically as he cried into it. A burst of white light blinded Potluck briefly before a pig-like shriek called out from within the depths of the pot. He tried to free himself from the ropes which attached him to the pot-- a burst of blue light beamed from the pot and halted his efforts.

[indent]AND THEN those dudes came [@FallenTrinity]-- [color=slategray]"Hey asswipe! Fight me!"[/color]
A loud CLANG sounded from the cook pot as it was hit by the whip-like tentacles, weirdly refusing to move from the motion, but Potluck himself was certainly knocked a bit off balance. Potluck took one good look at Jace and everything in his mind screamed [i]FLEE[/i]. 

He turned rather quickly around, tripped over his own feet, as a tornado of blades came toward him. Potluck stumbled and tumbled over himself and the pot very ungracefully in a way that managed to help him avoid the attacks from both John and Devan-- very unintentional clumsiness followed by rolling around was probably not in their attack plan. Still, he did catch a bit of John's attack, resulting in some blood spilled into the pot.[/indent]

A horribly monstrous screech sounded from the cook-pot, causing Potluck, sprawled out and crying on the ground, to make every panicked attempt to separate himself from said pot.

Alas, he wasn't quick enough.

[color=a36209][center][h2]DIRE BEAST SPAWNED: BBQ RIBS BEAST[/h2][/center][/color]
[indent][indent]A bony claw shot from the pot, planting itself in the ground, before a massive hoof stepped out, and soon the rest of the creature followed. Hot barbecue sauce trailed from the tips of pointed bones and disjointed limbs as the beast took a bipedal stance. It towered over the park at a massive height of twenty feet with a heavy girth made of twisted barbecued flesh. A pigs head was positioned at the top of a row of misaligned bone, above an open mockery of a chest. 

Ivory ribs were freely exposed, sharpened as if they were teeth, and they moving back and fourth like the teeth of a great maw, as if ready to consume anything it could directly. Two large arms, made out of a strange mixture of bones, ended in too many sharp and bony fingers to be correct-- a third arm sprouted from the creature's back with another pig's head for a hand. Bubbling hot barbecue could be seen churning within that exposed cavity, looking horrendously hot, from the nature of the steam and smoke pouring from it.

The pig's head had four eyes, tusks, and a nose which spewed barbecue sauce. The creature made a horrendous noise-- a sharp pitched pig's squeal-- which was loud enough to echo ever so slightly across the park. Rage filled and ready to wreak havoc, the BBQ Ribs-Beast stomped fourth, spilling boiling sauce with each step... All this and it still smelled like delicious cooked ribs.

For some reason, the beast gives off the vibe that it can only effectively be stopped if it could be completely torn apart and it's two heads shattered. Weird vibe, huh?

No matter what the people thought of this horrible beast, it was clear that it was far tougher than anything else that had been summoned. Oh and, uh, there probably needed to be some heroism thrown at it like. Right now. [/indent][/indent] 


Potluck meanwhile, was trying to crawl away to take shelter beneath a broken BBQ stand-- still crying but this time out of fear. He repositioned the pot to rest on his back, giving him the appearance of a very pitiful baby turtle. Seems he was absolutely terrified of what came out of the pot.

[hider=Summary]
-Veronica made Potluck cry. 
-Potluck managed to avoid being immediately killed by tripping over his own feet and falling down.
-Spilled blood and tears into the cook-pot summoned a 20ft tall monster.
-A BOSS BATTLE class BBQ Pig-Beast has been spawned. Weaknesses: The 2 heads and disassembly.
-Potluck is AFRAID.
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