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WE ARE BACK WITH MORE... TALES OF INTEREST!
Last time we left off as our heroes made their way into the sewers of neo-new-york and found their long lost cyber-negro brother-baller. What lies ahead in the filth of post-cyberpocalyptic society? Monsters? Friends? Jordan and his fascist anti-b-ball troopers? Or something more sinister than all of the above... something so devious, so dreadful, so diabolical, so devilish that I have to use all 'd' words to describe the dastardly deviance dere-in... err, there-in... what lies ahead is the terrifying warrens of
Cesspool-X.
From the start point we make our way north bound and are quickly encountered by an enemy mob:
Here's a good opportunity to show Vinceborg's mad laser-b-balling skills.
As you can see his attack a solid stream, his base accuracy is 200% (pretty much guaranteed to hit) and I can move the pointer in free-time, he has I believe about 8-10 'blasts' with roughly a second interval between the blasts that lets us target multiple opponents.
The rogue ballers quickly claim victory.
We make our way up north fighting off two more mobs until we eventually find a room with a chest:
But before we can access it we are quickly beset upon by the enemy who takes advantage of our low health. The whistle enemies can pack quite a punch and have a self-destruct move that easily does over 150 damage (depending on whom it targets), and Balthios currently has less than 400VP total... his fall is easily understood.
Barkley manages to 'roid him up again but the whistle gets off its status-causing song which puts the two into a stroke (paralysis) leaving Barkley alone.
As the battle rages on the other two wake up but not in time to save Barkley, causing him to lose out on the precious and lopsided XP reward at the end of the battle.
Now for a neat demonstration of Vinceborg's skills... 5 ball drones... now you see them.
Now you don't... err... well their HP is gone, ho hooo.
We eventually make our way through the intermittent sewer chamber into an area to the north east and are blocked by... a... uhh... bird?
And things get... weird...
We dust off the shame and confusion and move on up and... wtf? A snail? Really? Someone wants to be an over-sexualized anthromorphic SNAIL?? A 'slimey' I guess?
Classy motherfucker.
CLASSY. MOTHERFUCKER. Panties be droppin' like he roll up in the club and jus order 5 shot patron per titty he slap.
Well, last time I chose not to bother with this shit and just passed it on but this time I'm not playing for me, I'm playing for the glory of Herr Kodicksia, and so we must trudge ever so courageously into the endless depths of darkness that rests in the heart of every ma-- snail.
We make our way to the west and talk to the Fox in question:
We'll go through in order and gather as much info as we can.
Oh thank fucking god!
We find ourselves in an Inn that seems to be run by
JabberJaw of all (fish)people.
What is this I don't even
Ma brutha, always got my back
Hmm... well, clearly we should pay attention to what not only the Fox said but also the underlying motivations that would drive her to hold those attitudes and beliefs. We must tap the core of why she oh fuck this shit
Yeah, shut the fuck up Balthios you snail loving .125% black jew bastard.
Shit is coming together rreeaaalllll good-like, a hya hya hnyaaaahhhh
Fuckin' Brilliance all up in here:
Fuck that fucking snail and his fucking fuck-face fox fucker fucking FUCKING ADFAS FFFS FFS FUCKAFFUCUFCUUUUUUKKKADSFA
These shit-yiffing bastards better appreciate the sheer amount of ass I'm not stomping right now.
Wait... do ... do snails even have a penis?
My boy Bawukey's got his mind on the money and that money ain't going clink clank in my pocket right now, that snail faced yiffin' ass bitch ass punk ass.... ass.
I hear ya broheim ;(
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b83/Mikayel/Barkley/two/000159
But wait, what is that flame like orb that was left there...
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Uhh okay, I guess...
Let's see how this thing holds up....
Well... holy fucking shit. That is awesome. Balthios' stats just got boosted from two-pump-chump to skeet ex machinae.
Anyway, we make our way to the item shop (entrance was directly north of the fox's corner.
^^^ donno wtf happened there, nothing important either way...
/single tear
We head on over to Quick Draw Mcgraw to see what he's got for us:
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
We proceed to deck out like crazy, sell some of our old shit (but hang on to the b-ball that Lebron left us, for sentimental reasons [no really, it's not needed for anything later on, I just hung on to it cuz it's unique]
Yeah well fuck you too buddy. Oh hey a door!
SUCK A BAG OF BABY DICKS YOU HORSE FACED BITCH (sorry Andy)
We head back out to the main chamber and find some... ummm well, I donno wtf he's supposed to be but whatever.
Really? A fucking Turkey? Fuck this, I'm calling you Denise from now on you turtle looking land before time lookin'
byatch.
After getting our existential compass all twisty-wobbly we make way to the corner to talk to the... Booboo the bear?
Easy Barkley, easy... all in due time mein freund. All in due time.
Kinda wish I could just curb-stomp the little git but oh well.
We head back to the Inn to rest up
...and end up dumping a bit of filthy juden lucre.
Oh hey look, more freaks of (ab)nature! Let's go say Hiii ^__^ !!!
The item shop itself isn't very important but... what the fuck is that thing supposed to be? He's a furry of a ... tumbleweed? A little cabin made of Popsicle sticks? What the hell is it? Anyway, we get that crack and roll out
And finally we get done with this tangential bullshit and return back to course...
Dude, was fucking ANYONE vaguely normal in this nauseating pit? The should-be-dead half cyborg basket ball player we found next to the still-functioning vending machine and talking japanophile gas pump is the most normal person here... anyway, whatever, go on...
Annnnnnd this seems like a good place to quit, but first, let's dodge some fan-boi jizz as we learn some shockingly accurate stuff about just how much the 'Kwa is doomed.
And now, I bid you all... adieu.
Next time we meet with the ever elusive Cyber Dwarf and learn what must be done to... uhh... well... actually now that I think about it we don't really have a quest. We got framed for a second chaos-dunk that killed hundreds of thousands and have been on the run since MJ showed up at the door...
Oh well, guess we'll find out what we're supposed to find out in our next installment of...
TALES. OF INTER- fuck you Mik, get a better joke >;(