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Gubbemalde is a Boiler. He's got a real stupid hat. Gubbemalde Skills: - Sick Shovel Techniques [Boiler-taught] - loving with the Requisitions Department - Bellyachin' gub: 1d1000 923 paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 17:42 on Jan 26, 2022 |
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   Gubbemalde ran his pedipalps along the molemure tunnel diggers' latest obstruction, a mass of stone too tough for the average gubbin to dig through. "Nonsense, Rubble! There's no need to dig around this. Allow me to demonstrate.", Gubbemalde said as he removed his shovel, Halcyon Gouger, from its sheath. He stood there for a few moments focusing on the powerful shoveltech he was about to unleash. "CURVED-EDGE-BANISHES-THE-BIG-ROCK!" Sick Shovel Techniques -> Molemure: 1d10+5 9 paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 16:44 on Jan 31, 2022 |
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"Yeah! Let's show this oversized jerk who's boss!", Gubbemalde cheered at Gubbefeller and Horatio's speech. The Ace of Spades unsheathed his mighty* rune*-engraved* shovel, Halcyon Gouger, and held it aloft. He covered his mouth with a pedipalp as he mimicked the rumble of distant thunder with his gob. Now what was the trick to dealing with a large lad like the molemure again? Were you supposed to go for the wiggly face bits or the wiggly limb(?) bits? Gubbemalde slipped into a TACTICAL REVERIE as he played a deadly game of fight-chess in his head. Demonstrate mastery of Sick Shovel Techs to Molemure: 1d10 6 (+5 from skill) paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 01:48 on Oct 7, 2022 |
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Oct 7, 2022 01:39
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Gubbemalde looked proudly at his handiwork; a requisition request forgery signed and counterfeit sealed. Normally he would've done a lot more paperwork jockeying, really lead those saps in the requisition departments in circles if they tried to investigate. But, well, things were A Mess. He rounded a corner to ambush Clarence the Quartergub with his phony request. "Order came down from the High Boilers! We need heavy equipment for excavating the Ruination! Double time! Move, move, move!" A toothy grin crossed the Ace of Spades maw as he watched Clarence bust his rear end to fulfill his ridiculous request, messing with these chumps never got old. Helping Wubs steal stuff and using loving with the Requisitions Department to get some equipment to help excavate (or pass off as salvage) "Scrounge" for "supplies" at the "Ruination Zone": 1d10 8
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Oct 11, 2022 02:46
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The Ace of Spades had survived much over the last few days. An encounter with a cave predator, a deadly cave-in. Maybe third time's the charm? No sense in holding back then. "Finally...", Gubbemalde mused to no one in particular as he unsheathed Halcyon Gouger with a flourish, "An opportunity to show them all my finest shovelers' stratagems" Oh yes, most certainly. The battle-spade would taste lymph today. A symphony of CLANGs, CLONGs, and screams of pain joined the din. Laugh in the face of death with Sick Shovel Techniques: 1d10 9
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Name: HEYLIS Phenotype: Draco Pestis Location of lair: Somewhere civilized Bloodline Element: Bein' Annoying paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 23:48 on Oct 15, 2022 |
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Oct 15, 2022 17:36
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   The village's inhabitants were starting to figure out how to tune HEYLIS out. She decided to go find someone new to pester, and hopefully break the annoying rut she was in. MOVE NORTH
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