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@KRIEEEG@Banana
I am warning you people. If the spider dies (which will probably ensue in him being stuck in some dark afterlife corner, as it happens), the fat tick-summoning mind flayer might just become a reality.
I am still here, as well as, I suppose, @Turbowraith; a character sheet shall soon be forthcoming. I do, however, have some questions regarding the latter: should the provided character image be in the style of the original medium, or are photographs likewise acceptable? And, where fighting style is concerned, should the description include possible usage of one's Stand in combat?




@Sigma
Another question - do you suppose it would be plausible for the Coalition to have expanded into former Musashi space in the intervening hundred years, so as to presently stand on the same level as the other major galactic powers?
And, while we are at it, me as well?
Ah, the dreaded AIs have returned. By the bye, do we know what happened to the Agonis?
Dear me, what have I let myself be dragged into this time... By any means, consider me interested as well.
Are we over here now? Whatever the case, I am still in as well.
(By the bye, should those of us who began in old thread create new nations, or update our previous ones?)
Here, mind of I do not allow good habits to die with their owners?
Ah, splendid. Just as it seemed that the destruction of the inn had finally given pause to these assembled savages' murderous tendencies, a new monster, apparently angrier yet than all of the previous ones collectively, had appeared. Not only this, but the goblin had, in a display of suicidal foolhardiness which drove Khri'zhatt to vigorously strike himself upon the snout, to both provoke it and stir the orc's momentarily sedated drunken bloodlust once again. And to say that the goblin had at first seemed to him the comparatively least insane member of the group who still physically had a head over his shoulders... At least the two brutes were, for the moment, focusing on the instigator of this new degeneration, who, it seemed, had not even been prepared for a retaliation to his taunting.

Noticing that the goblin, caught in the orc's grip, had begun to panickedly fiddle with his equipment in a manner which surely betokened no good, and had an overwhelming likelihood of ending in a large explosion of flames, scraps, fried green flesh and bones, Khri'zhatt himself began to grow rather alarmed. Knowing the green pests as he did, it was doubtless a matter of seconds before this one condemned to a fiery death everyone in the immediate vicinity - which happened to include him, Khri'zhatt. This was not at all a satisfactory turn of events; in fact, perishing to a goblin's machinations, however involuntary, was one of the last things he was planning to do that week, or at all, for that matter.

He hurriedly began to look about for some means of protection. Scurrying away swiftly enough was out of the question due to the wound inflicted by the orc's chain-hook (now, seeing him explode would have been far more enjoyable). Ordering Thrik to crouch over him would not do, either, as, besides there being a substantial chance of the lumbering beast crushing him, he was not certain the umber hulk's carapace was strong enough to withstand what would come flying out of the sizzling pile of metal. The only apparent solution was to find something to cover himself with. Pity that the inn's doors had all been either destroyed or buried under the rubble... Just then, his eye fell on the elf's still headless corpse. It might not have been of much use in the case of a large detonation, but it was soft enough for stray shrapnel to embed itself in it, and besides, had the elf not already shown himself willing to take blows for him? "Thrik, fetch!" he commanded. The umber hulk reached over with its horridly long arms and, seizing the corpse, held it as a shield before itself (or as much of itself as the relatively diminutive form could cover, at least) and its master, bracing for the presumedly incoming blast.
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