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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 1:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 11:46 am
An unmarked gravestone rises from the ground, and the earth next to it begins to turn and shift itself, soon taking on the appearance of a recent grave. The mound then begins to bulge upward...before collapsing inward, as though being consumed by some hellish creature of the underworld. Soon enough, it looks like a freshly dug grave - and from it reaches a filthy hand, which grabs onto the edge and begins to hoist itself up (aided by its partner on a second arm). But what is crawling out of this hellish hole is no scourge of the underworld - it appears, rather, to be a normal human being. Suddenly, the gravestone is yanked underground by some unknown force, and there is a hideous grinding sound before something begins to rise out of the rapidly widening hole. This something is a woodchipper.
As the woodchipper rises from the ground, it appears that it is rising on an elevator of dirt which fills in the grave behind it. At last it reaches ground level, and the stone beneath it looks as though it had never been disturbed, so perfect it is. Joe casually strides over to the woodchipper and places his hand on it, awaiting his opponent.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 3:01 pm
A robed figure with a staff came into arena. His upper chest bouncing a bit with each step. He sure as heck wasn't a lion. But, one thing he would have to remember. And that is kill the DJ of entrances for stupidly putting that entrance song in there cause he didn't want an entrance theme song.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 8:45 pm
Joe, who appears to be a perfectly normal human, pulls a longsword from behind his back, though it's unclear exactly where he was storing it. His lips silently move as he regards his opponent disdainfully.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 9:58 pm
"Bing Bang Ding?" Asked the man with a questioned look on his face. He took hold of his staff in both hands and started bobbing his a** from side to side. Why? Other than the reason being him being insane, it could be anyone's guess.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 5:48 pm
Joe's lips continue to move silently as he holds the longsword casually at his side. The woodchipper's motor starts.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 10:10 pm
Simba pointed the a** portion of his robe to Joe and asked, "Does this make my a** look too big?" It was plainly obvious this man wasn't gonna make the first attack.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 8:20 pm
Joe casually begins to lean on the sword, the well-made longsword being subjected to a bit of indignity as Joe waits with his lips still moving. Not his problem if his opponent doesn't want to fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:43 pm
As was used in other battles, the man farted towards Joe. After eating onions, garlic, and other choice foods recently, a human with normal senses would actually be throwing up greatly from the smell of his fart. Since practically every gaian has extraordinary senses above that of a human's, the effect could be more devastating on his opponent. Such a potentially deadly attack, yet so simple to counter as well.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:50 pm
Joe ignores it, his lips still moving. He is unaffected by any effects it might have.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 3:39 am
Since the fart didn't work, the man turned around and held his staff with both hands at the 1/4th part of the length of the staff near one of the endpoints. Then he tries to smack Joe on the head with a casual overhead strike via the staff.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 9:43 pm
Since Joe also has a lower sensitivity to pain and has no brain cells to lose, he's unaffected by the staff to the head as he lunges forward. Suddenly dropping the sword, he attempts to grapple his opponent, his left hand reaching up to grab one of Dreslin's arms as he surges forward and attempts to wrap his right hand around Dreslin's waist.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 8:21 pm
Casual strike not working, the man turns tail and runs the away from his opponent. The fight is not over. Simba just wanted some distance is wanted between his opponent. His opponent's grasp attempt almost works, but hits air instead.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:01 pm
A man clad in black clothing sat amidst the stands, watching the truely horendous fight that was ensueing. "Wow..." Were the only words that escaped the mans lips.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:44 pm
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