Yes because I was totally aiming for blowing up the baby with the literally "unexpected reaction"[X] Time fer some good ol' fashioned what-tha-fuckery to bring this to a close.
-[X] Beat tha shit outta it with a Placenta
--[X] Failin' dat, beat tha shit outta it with Ludwig's Holy Blade
---[X] Failin' dat, beat tha shit outta it wit' da Club o' Righteousness
First the laser, then the explosion, and now a randomly flung bayonet? Are you going for third times the charm, @TehChron?
Stop trying to murder the baby. I really do believe that @Tricia will let it happen if people keep voting for it.
But what if I like casting aspersions on your character while piggybacking on your ideas?If you're going to cast aspersions on my character, then at least have the good grace to not do so while piggybacking off my ideas. Capiche?
Never mind, missed that "in the center" part. Thought we were still stumbling towards it.Yeah I don't see that happening, especially when we're right in front of it.
Adding some ideas, since we might want to wittle it down a bit before closing into melee range again. I'm not sure if running is an option for it, but I want to make sure it isn't.
There's no elegance left in its movement. It lurches towards you, dragging its blades along the stones in a shower of sparks, and you stumble to meet it in the center. Your pummeled brain can't figure out which one of you is Rocky and which one is Drago.
Anderson: Lingering torso damage, concussion, exhaustion, internal bleeding, and bone damage
Yeah I don't see that happening, especially when we're right in front of it.Nails, pages, and a good chunk of your energy reserves cascade through the night sky, closing in on their target like a swarm of pious hornets
> We already did it[X] Time fer some good ol' fashioned what-tha-fuckery to bring this to a close.
-[X] Beat tha shit outta it with a Placenta
--[X] Failin' dat, beat tha shit outta it with Ludwig's Holy Blade
---[X] Failin' dat, beat tha shit outta it wit' da Club o' Righteousness
Look, I know we're desperate and it's the final boss, but it would be incredibly out of character for Anderson to risk infanticide just to get an edge in combat. The dude ran an orphanage, and has a soft spot for children, he would never do that. Plus, you know, it's monstrously immoral, defeats the purpose of why we're here in the first place, and is one hell of a way to piss off Yharnam. Remember, she's a boss too. Granted, the dream will shut down once the Wet Nurse kicks the bucket, but I don't think God would appreciate what we did to achieve it. We're a holy man, remember.
> We already did it
> No actual loss to the blessing of THE LORD
> Where were these arguments two updates ago
*remembers Hellsing Abridged*
...do you know what God has done in the Old Testament? I mean, really?but I don't think God would appreciate what we did to achieve it
*remembers Hellsing Abridged*
Sure.
...do you know what God has done in the Old Testament? I mean, really?
Im the one who's written and argued for every winning plan in this fight thus far.I read the updates. We didn't do that, and i have no idea what you're talking about. Plus, if you actually paid attention to the voting, you would see that people are legitimately voting to toss a bayonet at the baby's crib in an attempt to trick the Wet Nurse into eating the attack. So no, my votes are quite timely.
Im the one who's written and argued for every winning plan in this fight thus far.
Are you seriously trying to tell me that what did, in fact, happen did not?
Right down to the action being given a "bastard bonus" and the relevant update then titled "weaponized sociopathy"? Because if you seriously are, then that more or less speaks for itself.
*kneads forehead*Look, I'm not getting into a huge Internet argument over this. It just creates a toxic situation, wastes everyone's time, and causes the mods to intervene, particularly when the argument has gotten heated within two posts.
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go do something in real life. Goodbye.
As the light reaches your head, it flashes searingly, its gentle susurrations replaced with a piercing shriek that fades away with a smell of flame. When the sword falls from your hands, that's all it is: a sword, beautifully-crafted but otherwise unremarkable, tarnished with the nicks and dents of combat.
You feel a scraping in your chest as though of writhing thorns.
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