Sombrero

Labyrinth (an improbable spam game)

I wake up in a labyrinth bigger than the previous two laybyrinths... And sideways.
I attempt to reach the door on the ceiling.

Legendary

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Here or on CYS? Please, just tell me who you are!

@Claw2k11

Think about it Claw. Consider all the shit that went down on those forums and what was always brought into it. That's all the hint you need.

Legendary

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Erm... I assume you're from CYS, however, I'm really confused as to who you are. Please enlighten me.

@Claw2k11

Hint: My post count is bigger than yours.

Legendary

Boo! Hi, Claw guess who this is? Unfortunately, I'm in three things already, so I can't do Legendary this time around, but it is a fun setting and format, so all I can do until further notice is recommend the living crap out of it to any passers by.

Dungeon Punks

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I'm getting a Guardians of the Galaxy vibe here.

@JGBPhone

Dogface isn't very Rocket-ey, he's just a poorly rehashed mythological figure. (He was supposed to be a tanuki, but their 'endowments' are a serious self-injuring liability.) Plus, he's a goddamn badger.

Dungeon Punks

@Avanhelsing
While a kickass Monk-off would be interesting to see who truly is Top Monk, I don't know if that's gonna mesh well with the whole "work together so you don't die" thing.

@Sombrero
Team mascot?!?

@Merlinimue

I Monk-off all the time, but I wasn't aware that one of them could win over the other. Well, the fact is that one's more of a Dallas from Outsiders with Kung Fu and lightning, and the other one is a metal gorilla version of Jacques from Mortdecai, which are both very un-monkly in application. I mean, they are technically monks in terms of their combat abilities, but they very much differ from monks in terms of equipment, discipline, and ideology... Which, quite honestly, makes them more likely to get into a scuffle than if they were monks...

Pff, Dogface, adorableness aside, makes a terrible mascot. He would obviously be the self-appointed leader.

Dungeon Punks

Rogue/Hunter/Demoman to diversify our combat portfolio

Name: Dogface
Age: Unknown?
Gender: Male
Species: Forest Trickster

Physical Description:

Dogface appears to most as a normal badger… Until you brush his fur the wrong way, in which case you will notice he has many painful spines on his back like a porcupine. There’s also the fact that he can double up on himself or elongate much more than your average badger. At his full length, he appears to be a few inches longer in body than your average badger.

Skillset:

Dogface is very quick in body and wit, a master of lies and deception, trapmaking, explosives, poisons, (Mostly of the hallucinogenic/paralyzing sort) potions, hiding, and climbing. He has a liver of steel, is an expert at pickpocketting, playing poker both fair and dirty, and can teleport short distances, if he’s feeling particularly magical. He can usually summon up some small means of bomb/potionmaking ingredients on the fly if he desperately needs them. Bigger contraptions require more things, of course, and Dogface needs to spend long periods concentrating in order to conjure any amount bigger than a pawfull. If he doesn’t accidentally burn/blow something up in the process… He’s skilled in drunken-style martial arts, and, contrary to real life, the more alcohol he has in his system, the better he gets… But he’d never be able take more than one man and a toddler child on his own. He’s much better suited to forcing his enemies to make mistakes, peppering the battlefield with nuisances and hazards, and letting his enemies destroy themselves. If they happen to be big and scary, he’d rather smell them ahead of time with his keen badger nose and find another way around.

History:

Trickster animals come in many forms, and are mysterious and infuriating creatures. There is one thing that the utmost experts on the matter can confirm about them for sure, though. The vast majority of them are not born, rather they are manifestations of magical energies, namely when an animal gets ahold of (and usually eats) something covered in the magical residue left behind by forest spirits, druids, gnomes, wise hermits, and other people that go to the woods to fool around with the rules of the universe. The result is the most infuriating and cheeky of all of nature’s inventions, the Forest Trickster, talking animals that lead people to their doom. Or just screws around with said man until they leave and/or try to kill them. Occasionally, Forest Tricksters hitch rides on horses and vehicles and go to live in the cities and towns. Dogface is one such badger. He’s been hanging out in various taverns, making lewd comments and practical jokes ever since his arrival.

Psychological Profile:

Dogface is an uncouth, egotistical, hedonistic lech who exudes all the absurdity of the mixed spells that created him. He fancies himself some combination of Sun Tzu and Harald Hardrada, and he’d have you know that he once fought an entire canoe full of alligators and won, or something to similar effect. Like the time when he grabbed a mountain lion by the tail and tied it to a tree. He is motivated by money, compliments, and booze, and nothing will stand in his way between himself and those things… If it does, then he’d rather just walk around it and make that obstacle feel like a real moron.

Goals/Fears

If there’s something more to life than having your back (and ego) massaged by a beautiful handmaiden, singing drunkenly in the taverns, and laughing at the guy covered in the flour he left on the doorsill, Dogface doesn’t seem quite interested in finding it. While he’d like to keep up the appearance that he isn’t afraid of anything, he is afraid of quite a few things, actually. Like huge men with axes, groups of aggressive people, fast, deep rivers, and other things that could cause death in all sapient badgers named Dogface. Secretly, he wishes he were big enough to play sports with humans... Come to think of it, there's a lot of human things he wishes he could do...

Equipment:

• A badger-sized hammer-hatchet
• A bowl
• A simple woodcarving knife
• A small bag of smoke pellets
• A bottle of potent hallucinogenics
• Three porcelain blackpowder grenades
• Caltrops
• A small box of nails (although his spines could also be used for the same thing in a pinch)
• Two decks of 52

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-172 again.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

-173?

Dungeon Punks

Welp the monks are going to have to fight because Monks and stuff. Such is the way. I think I might add more details to my sheet. I don't know.

@Avanhelsing

Why fight the other monk when you could pay ask him to make the ultimate chicken soup instead? The way I see it, fighting just robs us all of soup-eating opportunities and distracts us from the real prize: Having an IC reason to make the pun "souper, man".