Hawt The Useless RPG Thread

[Valve1138]

Just another way fly is trying to fuck us out of something.

 

[fly]

these dice seem to roll a LOT of critical hits and misses. Like way higher than proportional.

$side = mt_rand(1, $this->dice[$tag]['sides']) - 1;

A quick look says it's using the proper random function...

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

$side = mt_rand(1, $this->dice[$tag]['sides']) - 1;

A quick look says it's using the proper random function...

We should be able to test it easily enough. Would clutter the hell out of the thread, though

 

[Domon]

nah, i trust mt_rand

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

While traveling, Afram grows restless, he pulls his portable workbench out and sets it up so it rests on his knees and the pommel of his saddle and he begins to tinker.

His horse nervously dances underneath him from the noises and strange weight but Afram quickly settles the horse down because his horse is amazing. His fellow travelers look at his horse.

Afram settles in and gets to work.

 

[Domon]

Afram's horse urinates, and there is a strong smell of lemonade in the air.

 

[kiwi]

While traveling, Afram grows restless, he pulls his portable workbench out and sets it up so it rests on his knees and the pommel of his saddle and he begins to tinker.

His horse nervously dances underneath him from the noises and strange weight but Afram quickly settles the horse down because his horse is amazing. His fellow travelers look at his horse.

Afram settles in and gets to work.

I don't look at aframs horse just to be petty cause he claims I did but why does he get to decide my actions?

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

why does he get to decide my actions?

cause no one else is deciding their actions

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Afram's horse urinates, and there is a strong smell of lemonade in the air.

 

[kiwi]

While traveling I sew a pair of pants. These aren't normal pants though they are enchanted and return to their owner when lost.

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

While traveling I see a pair of pants. These aren't normal pants though they are enchanted and return to their owner when lost.

Wouldn't these pants be in the process of returning to their owner?

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

Wouldn't these pants be in the process of returning to their owner?

Are you calling the Nun a liar?

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

No, I'm just wondering if these are well enchanted pants, or if the previous owner is dead, or what

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

Maybe the pants activate when someone puts them on and marches the new wearer off to their doom!

 

[Mean Mr. Mustard]

EXPLAIN YOURSELF NUN WE WONT HAVE ANY DICK EXPLODING PANTS IN THIS PARTY

 

[kiwi]

No, I'm just wondering if these are well enchanted pants, or if the previous owner is dead, or what

Sew a pair of pants!

 

[nukes]

while walking with this ragged bunch I start questioning what is this quest I've joined and just try to stay as far away from whoever nukes character is as possible.

You don't know what you're missing, lady.

 

[Mr. Argumentor]

Afram's tinkering is slowly taking shape into what appears to be a brass and steel hand built on a 1.5x scale. Threaded through the hand are various cables, gears, clockwork, and other mechanical claptrap.

At the same time he seems to be playing with the coin he salvaged from the swordsmen of the previous day.

He looks up as if surfacing from a deep sleep. "Where are we?" He asks of the group.

 

[fly]

Freon makes a wish for more wishes.

 

[adi]

I dreamt i should roll