Scorpiox

"This isn't funny anymore." Haldor sighs, and tries again.

Although I like the idea, I confess that I'm not too keen on it in practice. There would be nothing in the world worse for me, than to spend ages preparing and hyping myself for the quest, only to be downed and killed before the end, when the golden roleplay happens. I'm also deeply scared that no-one would really want to revive Haldor anyway.

Mime is 100% better than almost everything. Haldor will probably take a miss at the expert classes as none of them really appeal to him, but Mime is without a doubt my Master class choice. It just works so perfectly. For regular attacking: Barbarian, for healing teammates: Cleric, for getting rich: Rogue, for defence: Knight. The class matches Haldor's personality of switching between heavy hitting and careful healing brilliantly.

"What the the hell is going on here?!" Haldor kicks the undead zombie's nasty shin in pure exasperation. Front row.

"This isn't fair, no really, I can't actually be this awful." Haldor heals himself.

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"Oh bloody hell! Come on Haldor, snap out of it." Haldor rams the hilt of his weapon into the creature's zombie rotting stomach. Front row.

May I suggest that you also tweak the Miss roll slightly, perhaps to something more fitting for the class? Woah, that's a bit strong isn't it? Haldor strolls up to the bar and orders a tab of LSD.

"What the hell is wrong with me today?." Haldor crumbles the undead's head in his fist, from the front row.

So, do you suggest that I change Haldor's advanced class? Oh Flipz, great writer of Walls of Text, could you provide guidence for me now?

"Oh bollocks. Alexis, when this is over I give you permission to slap me really hard." Haldor walks up and kicks the fiend in the place where its sensitive area used to be. Front row.

Why not just turn the editing mode back on and not have to bother with BBcodes?

Since I'm a Shipyard crewmember, I that I'm authorised to be abused automatically, but I'll post my figure here anyway. Scorpiox Redcoat

Scorpiox Redcoat Can there be only one of each rank? If so, Midshipman Scorpiox. If not, Captain Scorpiox. Glory to the Redcoat Empire!

I know, I'm just horrified that my shield can do that.

Still one of the best bands in the world.

Funnily enough, I also used that face for my entry.

Haldor sighed, and stood up from a rock. "I guess that this is what happens if you go around taking rings from the dead. I'll take this bag of bones from the front row."

Aww, why does no-one want to use the arena anymore? It was pretty much made for situations like this.

Haldor looked at the gold pieces, and then at his friends. "Don't even think about it."

Fishface Goeff Scroggins was just an ordinary guy like you or I, until he met with a horrific accident while working on secret weapons for the militatry. To cut a long story short, he ended up in hospital having swallowed a lump of uranium ore. The damage was irrepairable, and genetic mutation had swelled his face to horrific proportions. But, Goeff wasn't one for just sitting back and feeling sorry for himself. Goeff took the fact that he had at least survived (but unfortunately, his marriage didn't) as a gift from God. In an effort to repay the big guy for his protection, Goeff took to the streets, on a quest to rid the world of evil. Armed only with a brightly coloured costume, and dashing good looks, Goeff donned the moniker of Fishface, and jumped oddly bulbous head first into the weakspots of goons and the hearts of ladies everywhere. His only known weakness are mirrors, and other reflective surfaces (for obvious reasons). The new face of crime-fighting, and it ain't pretty.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Behold, I give you the one you've all been waiting for, the greatest hero this side of Gotham city... Drum roll... Fishface! Before his terrible accident, Goeff Scroggins was just an ordinary man like me or you. Every day he would get up and go to work, and then come home to his wife and children. But little did they know, Goeff was secretly involved in classified work for the military; testing and developing brand new weapons for use in the field. It was this secret work that lead his life to be change horrendously for the future. One day, when Goeff was in working in the lab, designing the reactor for a prototype radiation bomb, he met with a terrible accident. While tending carefully to a slab of uranium ore, poor old Goeff inadvertantly slipped on a banana skin, causing the dangerous rock to fly through the air and roll into Goeff's unsuspecting mouth! Many weeks later, Goeff awoke to find himself very much alive, but unfortunately, the radiation emitted by the uranium ore had cause his cells and DNA to mutate horifically. Unlucky Goeff's previously average features were warped and changed into a terrible mess of something that the cat dragged in. But Goeff was not one to sit back and feel sorry for himself, instead, our hero took the fact that he had survived as a gift from God. Instead of entering a silent order of hooded monks or something of that ilk, Goeff decided to repay his maker by going out and ridding the world of evil. Armed only with a brightly coloured costume and dashing good looks, Goeff Scroggings took on the moniker of Fishface; launching himself bulbous head first into the weakspots of goons and the hearts of ladies accross the globe. The new face of crime-fighting, and it ain't pretty.

Haldor leant back against a pillar. "When I tried before, I managed to get the wheel to turn about a third of a full spin, so one of the gems must have been in the correct place. Logic tells me that Sapphire - Diamond - Topaz will be the correct order to try, Cronk."

No fair. I don't want to hear anyone calling Raiders underpowered ever again...