Post by Koopario on Feb 15, 2018 13:09:56 GMT -5
You briefly ponder this burning pancake smell. You feel as if you should follow it, but on the other hand, you just want to be out anyway...ugh. You decide to consult one of your trusted skeletons and see if they can see where it's coming from. Oh, here comes one now, in fact. Weird, they seem rushed...wait...no skeleton ever runs that fast unless it's urgent. Did something happen?
This is unacceptable! What beast could possibly screw up such a perfect flip by making the pancake last this long?! Drawing your blades, you leap towards the pancakes in midair, with a battle cry of "HUZZAH!", delivering a single slice to each and crumbling them both into the charred ashes they are. The hands drop the pans they were holding, and the Treburdchets cry out in despair as they see their breakfast dissolve into nothingness. You've stunned everyone with your act of justice and now it is time to ensure this atrocity is never revisited.
You ask the hands to make some more batter. They seem angry, and ball up into fists, but you hold a blade to each and threaten to make sure they never cook again if they do not obey. They reluctantly obey your command and start mixing up some more batter, you watching them with a heavy focus.
...well...he can have fun with that, you suppose. But these Treburdchets are a good omen--their name was derived from their obsession with trebuchets before they were cursed, and you can use that to determine that there is one in close proximity...hmmm...
Hanging from your scythe just below the ceiling, you scope out the area, as your five other skeletons reform. You should've known the skeletons wouldn't have picked up 50 Shades of Grey. Actually, no one picks up 50 Shades of Grey...did Rippleslam not know what 50 Shades of Grey was? Whatever. That's a question for another time, and if somehow your partner's Ramsay-style of cooking instructions manages to get him killed, you can just pick him right back up anyway. Now, trebuchet, trebuchet...
Ah, there, just behind the birds! A fine trebuchet. Perfect for your offensive and defensive home needs! If you could just get it home, you can call it a day here and your shop would be all set to open officially. Pulling yourself out of the hole, you tell the rest of your troops to go and clear the debris from the front door, and--
Yes, all of the debris, you say. They have two zombie brutes with them. They'll be fine.
Look, there's a thousand of them, they'll live! Well, actually, no they won't, but whatever! You forcefully and vehemently readminister your command, concluding with "And that's an order!" just for good measure.
Now, where were you? Ah, yes. You lower yourself back down into the hanging position and consider how you'll get that thing home...
Battle Log
Tette Derosa: Arrives on the scene, spots trebuchet and "enemies"
Rippleslam: Rights the culinary wrong and begins lessons
Skeletons 1-5: Reformed and ready
Skeleton 6: Still up there and kinda angry that he has to lead this damn mob
Treburdchets: Horrified that their pancake was reduced to ash, waiting angrily for this new pancake
Pan Monster: Grudgingly mixing batter
Trebuchet: Noticed
This is unacceptable! What beast could possibly screw up such a perfect flip by making the pancake last this long?! Drawing your blades, you leap towards the pancakes in midair, with a battle cry of "HUZZAH!", delivering a single slice to each and crumbling them both into the charred ashes they are. The hands drop the pans they were holding, and the Treburdchets cry out in despair as they see their breakfast dissolve into nothingness. You've stunned everyone with your act of justice and now it is time to ensure this atrocity is never revisited.
You ask the hands to make some more batter. They seem angry, and ball up into fists, but you hold a blade to each and threaten to make sure they never cook again if they do not obey. They reluctantly obey your command and start mixing up some more batter, you watching them with a heavy focus.
...well...he can have fun with that, you suppose. But these Treburdchets are a good omen--their name was derived from their obsession with trebuchets before they were cursed, and you can use that to determine that there is one in close proximity...hmmm...
Hanging from your scythe just below the ceiling, you scope out the area, as your five other skeletons reform. You should've known the skeletons wouldn't have picked up 50 Shades of Grey. Actually, no one picks up 50 Shades of Grey...did Rippleslam not know what 50 Shades of Grey was? Whatever. That's a question for another time, and if somehow your partner's Ramsay-style of cooking instructions manages to get him killed, you can just pick him right back up anyway. Now, trebuchet, trebuchet...
Ah, there, just behind the birds! A fine trebuchet. Perfect for your offensive and defensive home needs! If you could just get it home, you can call it a day here and your shop would be all set to open officially. Pulling yourself out of the hole, you tell the rest of your troops to go and clear the debris from the front door, and--
Yes, all of the debris, you say. They have two zombie brutes with them. They'll be fine.
Look, there's a thousand of them, they'll live! Well, actually, no they won't, but whatever! You forcefully and vehemently readminister your command, concluding with "And that's an order!" just for good measure.
Now, where were you? Ah, yes. You lower yourself back down into the hanging position and consider how you'll get that thing home...
Battle Log
Tette Derosa: Arrives on the scene, spots trebuchet and "enemies"
Rippleslam: Rights the culinary wrong and begins lessons
Skeletons 1-5: Reformed and ready
Skeleton 6: Still up there and kinda angry that he has to lead this damn mob
Treburdchets: Horrified that their pancake was reduced to ash, waiting angrily for this new pancake
Pan Monster: Grudgingly mixing batter
Trebuchet: Noticed
Feed me lemons or feed me life!
