Slime Salad

Things have been a little slow IRC recently. A few of us got bored and started a 48 Hour contest before anyone could think better of it. Shockingly, this one moment of exuberance has lead to 5 entries, with TMC bringing a possible sixth in any time now. Here comes the bad part... We were in such a r...

After 6 long years, I start from scratch and finish the damn thing in 48 hours. Go figure! Demonstrate your martial arts potential in a sparring match with The Master. Punch, Kick, Dodge, and Counter your way to victory, but don't forget to keep up your guard! Tips: Kicks are more powerful than punc...

Spittle nods and quietly assumes ambush position

I'd also second My Little Gahn, and OHR Pong

Spittle goes along

Spittle doesn't like the prospect of being devoured by a monster and suggests we get a move on with any course of action that doesn't end that way.

The SRD listed Minotaurs as requiring six levels of Monstrous Humanoid and a +2 Level Adjustment, so I thought that was within our Level 8 limit. That's why I didn't list any class levels for it, though I did abbreviate Monstrous Humanoid because it has an obscene vowel to consonant ratio. You're te...

Thanks to the advice of James and Hachi, here's what I'm considering. Pat Minotaur - Minotaur (LA +2, Mnstrs Hmnd Lvl 6) - The greatest minotaur songstress in the world. That might not sound impressive, but you'll think differently when you see a seven hundred pound monster jump into the balcony to ...

Minotaur might be pretty cool. How often do you get to be your own get-away vehicle?

Aren't the other two way out of my league though?

Class is gonna depend on race and monstrous race is like the world's greatest toybox. I'm kind of thinking like a Troglodyte Barbarian tough guy, but that would be a huge nuisance to everyone else in the party. I'd really like to go with the criminal aspect and get into like, lockpicking or forging ...

Spittle is taken off guard by the "worthless peasant"'s long-winded introduction. Not sure if this person is a bad liar, an over-sharer, or simply suffering from some kind of cultural oddity, he decides to be diplomatic. Greetings, Incognitia. I am Spittle, a sailor of moderate to little v...

This sounds awesome as hell. I've always wanted to be a criminal!

I'm kinda interested. Dunno what I'd roll though.

Spittle is surprised and confused at the recent turn of events. Since this new werewolf-thing seems to hate zombies, it seems safe to head north to help Akbar, which is what he'll do. He is a little concerned with the gnome-sized crash from Timtim's location. As an afterthought, he'll call out "...

no objection.