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Tyr blinks. She groans. She throws a pan at the sheep, then Drakehide (Payback for the Drakeroll!) and retrieves her trump card.

The BIG one.

The elf grins at Belpha. "Throw the frog, spacegoat!"

((And Drake... oh god, that'd be HILARIOUS))

03/30/2012 11:23 PMPosted by Timeus

*engages on a run-by sheeping on Ragefang and calls over a shepard from Lakeshire who's VERY glad to have a "new friend"*

NO BAD TOUCH!

I'm so ashamed. :(

Belpha finishes the last of his gumbo and stands up. He walks over to the crowd and picks a random gnome and hexes it and from where he is standing throws it with all he has to Tyrynna

((@ Drakehide Let's do it!!))

[ starts tossing grenades at everyone in sight ]

*hands Ragefang a mechanical sheep*

There, there, it will be okay. Show us on this mockup here where the shepherd touched you - !

*is promptly knocked unconscious by a frying pan to the end."

"AAAAAAND HE'S OUTTA THERE - !" snarls the goblin umpire.

((Anyway, the idea I have is this. Two teams of four, one Alliance and one Horde. Each team must have at least one shaman or mage. Everyone flags for PvP. It goes in three innings, with each side taking a turn to bat. basically, bases and home plate are marked [guild standards or raid markers, etc.,] and the 'fielders' stand close to them. Batting is a /roll 4 where 1 = strike, 2 = foul, 3 = ball, and 4 = hit. Three strikes is an out, and three outs means the team's done batting. Four balls means batter gets to take a base. Sounds just like baseball so far, right?))

((Heh, well here's my favorite part.))

((The catcher on the field team gets to be the Frog. Instead of a pitcher, a shaman from the batting team is standing at the center mound, keeping the frog CC'ed. It's the shaman's job to make sure that CC doesn't break until it's supposed to. When a batter "hits", they attack the Frog, break the CC, and start running to first. To "hit" a base, you must physically strike the baseman standing there, and touch the base. Same with each base in sequence, all the way up to home plate - you get a point when you've passed all the bases, and touched home, without dying yourself.))

((Oh, and as you're running, batters, everyone whose base you tagged - from the catcher to the third baseman - will be trying to KILL you. Fielders, have fun - but don't attack anybody till you've been tagged! The most points at the end of three innings wins.))

((...thoughts?))

"It's well about time I've noticed that some more come to see my opinion on this! Animals are animals, and ought to be treated accordingly. Left in the wild, where they belong; to be shot and killed, if they so desired to be aggressive beasts.

Why is it that we allow clothe-less beasts to walk the streets and make a mockery of what nobility the alliance has to offer with their indecency and general rabid doings? We ought not to.

For the sanctity of all things decent, treats animals as they deserve. Gilneans (true Gilneans, as opposed to the afflicted) can be fine enjoyable people, and even those who might bear the curse. But those who cannot control the curse, and are animals? Why, they are animals. To the butcher's with them, I say."

With a sadistic, gleeful grin, Tyr whacks the gnome frog...

Going...going...still going...GONE!

((And Drake, that has to be one of the strangest takes on RP PvP I've ever seen... I LOVE IT.))

04/01/2012 07:07 AMPosted by Discocis

[ starts tossing grenades at everyone in sight ]

[Hastily fashions more and more grenades for Discosis while erecting his patented "Anti-Hex Gnomish Field" around the pair.]

Just let me know when you're ready for the High Explosives I brought!

Drakehide wakes up from unconsciousness and glances around.

"Damn. They are getting WISE to us! Well, two can play at the grenade-lobbing game!"

Drakehide starts lobbing saronite grenades at the Anti-Hex Gnomish Field being erected.

Drakehide wakes up from unconsciousness and glances around.

"Damn. They are getting WISE to us! Well, two can play at the grenade-lobbing game!"

Drakehide starts lobbing saronite grenades at the Anti-Hex Gnomish Field being erected.

RUN DISC!! I HAVE YOU COVERED!! *rips off his tabard revealing a vest of High Explosives*

[Cail runs at Drake]
I'VE GOT A HAIR TRIGGER IN MY HAND AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO PUSH IT!!

RUN DISC!! I HAVE YOU COVERED!! *rips off his tabard revealing a vest of High Explosives*

[Cail runs at Drake]
I'VE GOT A HAIR TRIGGER IN MY HAND AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO PUSH IT!!

*Claps excitedly and eats popcorn while he waits for the fireworks.*

((Timeus, I think you should have called Wellian. They call him the Scourge of Elwynn's Shepherds for a reason.))

((Yeah, Pia would be all in for a ball game like this. We already have the uniforms.))

Drakehide stares in horror as Caileanmor runs at him covered in explosives.

"NOT GLORIOUS! NOT GLORIOUS!"

Drakehide leaps into a nearby fridge, and closes the lid.

"HA!" he cries, his victory shout muffled through the fridge's thick casing, "Now I am INVINCIBLE! GLOOOOORIOUS!"

((@Gentyl, Awesome! I'll have to see if I can put a team together sometime. This could be fun!))

*places thermal charge under the thread, *runs away

Oh my Light! Who left this here? Someone could get hurt!

*picks up thermal charge and tosses it inside nearby fridge where it should remain cool and non-discharged*

There! All is right with the world again.
Did that fridge just say "Unglorious?"

Tyr picks the refrigerator up and tosses on of the explosive gnome. She claps excitedly at the explosion.

"Bravo, BRAVO! Encore!"

She then notices the thermal charge and throws it right back at Disc.

"And THAT was for leaving the Pillar! For the PIA!"

The elf grins as the frogball field goes up in flames of GLOOOOOORIOUS explosions.

Someone threw something ticking into the fridge. At first, Drakehide was troubled by the ticking sound until a purple hand reached in, grabbed the ticking package, and threw it at someone. He blinked, when everything had gone quiet, and cracked open the fridge, looking outside.

He blinked, staring at the ground and noticed the ticking package, and a digital display upon it.

0:03...0:02...0.01...

"...GLOOOOORIO - !"

*BOOM!*

*the old gnome sits in the middle of the desolated field, covered in soot and looking like a burnt match head.*

*He huffs out a puff of smoke*

I really need to work...*cough*...on those trigger designs. These can be quite unstable.

*falls backward into a plume of ash*

*some days later*

With a howling shriek and a crashing sound on impact, a small, toad-shaped object carves a thick trail of debris into the ground before halting itself and creating a vast, stony crater.

After several hours, painstakingly, something crawls out. It is Drakehide, son of Mok'Rukh, and he looks like he's had an epiphany.

"Now I understand," Drakehide mumbles, clearly traumatized, "Frogball...it is not quite as much fun when you are the frog..."

((PS, yes, Belpha, this post was aimed squarely at you. xD Well played, sir, well played!))