Journey to Underdark

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:44 pm

*Reaches inside previously unseen backpack and retrieves said Klingon's head, and holds it up*

Ye've gotta be jokin' lad. Ye've been listenin' the tha' stupid Newlan' again 'aven' yeh?

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:45 pm

No!

yes :sad:

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:46 pm

*pats Cleric on the back*

There, there lad, we all mek mistakes, some more stupi' than others...

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:48 pm

Really? There's a mistake stupider than that?

Ra · Post by Ra » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:49 pm

Suddenly a huge C-32b1 Leviathon dropship lands on the village, crushing several buildings. A company of Marines, clad in gray fatigues and armor, step out.

Lastly, two figures, a crazy man that's 6'4", and a Japanese girl step out.

"OK... did I miss something?"

"If you're talking about your landing skills, sir? Yeah..."

General McKenzie glares.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:49 pm

Worf got his ass kicked by the following:

An old man.
An old woman.
Troi.
Myriad and sundry other guest stars.

The only people Worf beat up during his time on TNG?
Other Klingons.

Worf < Howling Mad Scotsman.

And therefore:

Worf <<<<< Howling Mad Viking.

*hoists torch*

Now, who's good for the show? URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAH!

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:49 pm

I's called, "Sta'in' tha' the Ba'leth is superior the the Claymore".

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:56 pm

Scotsman, inferior to a Vikin'

What've yeh bin smokin'?

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:57 pm

It's the mead. Better than anything the Scots make.

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 3:59 pm

One word:

Scotch.

Ra · Post by Ra » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:04 pm

"Pfft. You and your weak alcohols," Watanabe remarks. "Sake is what you want."

McKenzie grabs the bottle. "Gimme that."

He then takes a big gulp.

"Sir, not that much!"

McKenzie falls over.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:05 pm

Oh, a proud Scotsman. How cute.

Need I remind ye of the Danelaw, laddie?

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:06 pm

Scotch? Weak?

*takes a swig of the bottle*

Yeh're mistakin' i' fer th' expor'ed version lass... this is the version we kip fer ourselves.

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:18 pm

One word.

Guinness.

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:19 pm

Two Words:

Desert Eagle

*Shoots Cleric in the head*

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:22 pm

Goes in Matrix slow motion

You dodged the bullets Neo! But now you will die by chainsaw!!

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:24 pm

*pulls out the Claymore and smirks*

This thing is Adamantium coated Mithril... nothing can break it, Muahahahahahaha!!!

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:37 pm

*with a strange flicker of light, a fully dressed and armed Space Marine appears before Dark. his left hand a brightly glowing powerfist, and in his right a large gun, which appears to be an extra-dimensional rail-gun*

You were saying?

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:38 pm

Hmm...

*gets out rulebook, looks it over.*

'Adamantium-coated mithril is completely invulnerable and unbreakable.'

Honestly, it sounds like it's already broken. Hold on.

*gets out whiteout, commences to nerf adamantium and mithril*

Ra · Post by Ra » Sat Sep 17, 2005 4:46 pm

And meanwhile, Watanabe continues to watch, drinking her bottle of sake. Several other Marines are playing Scrabble.

Narsil · Post by **Narsil** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:10 pm

*Dakarne enchants the sword to make it invulnerable and unbreakable regardless*

Hey, aren't we supposed to be fighting all of them. *Points at currently inactive and bored Drow Villagers holding torches and pitchforks*

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 5:25 pm

Oh, FINE.

*tosses away rulebook* Shit, everyone knows how I am with rules anyway.

*picks up vox* Brother Captain, orbital bombardment on grid square 994-245.

*fire begins to rain from the sky, punching through the earth and boring into the subterranean cavern*

What?

I'm a Viking with friends in high places.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 6:11 pm

At last! Blood for the blood STGOD, Trolls for the troll throne!

*Buzzsaws whirring, Pcm CHARGES BOLDLY ON ala Minsc*

The Cleric · Post by **The Cleric** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 6:19 pm

*a depleted uranium slug the size of a baby's head covers the distance from the SM gun to Pcm in less time than his nuerons can register the movement. a gaping hole the size of a basketball appears on the front of his chest, and an area the size of a XL tshirt is blown out of his back*

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » Sat Sep 17, 2005 6:25 pm

If Pcm noticed he'd been shot, he would've been annoyed, what with being on the Cleric's side and all.

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