Bulldrek v3.0

Roadspike

"Daaaaaamn. That was nasty. I'm glad I waited this long to get here. Now then... lets see here. Rewind may have gotten a Sphincter Tar-Tar, but he's still way behind littlejohn in the pain scale. Hrm...." Roadspike pulls out a SMITE<TM>-In-A-Box, yanks open Rewind's mouth, and applies the ...

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I'll be there. I'll be there working. In fact, I'll almost certainly be running the Mage Knight Worlds there. And when I'm not doing that, I'll be working in the WizKids booth. And when I'm not doing that, I'll be eating or sleeping or trying to find y'all. If possible, I'll be wearing a black fedor...

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A somewhat battered hand thrusts its way up through the collapsed cardboard that used to be OLT Headquarters, and Roadspike pulls himself out. The Demo-guy is no-longer the (biotechnically) toned and heavily muscled hard-body, having reverted to a tall form, fit enough, but generally thin and wiry. ...

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Roadspike blinks, his mouth hanging open from the sheer PAIN that not even a Bulldrekker's regenerative properties can handle. His mouth opens and closes a few times, and then he gasps out: "Ouch." He blinks away the HUGE purple spot in his vision, shaking his head to clear his eyes faster...

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Roadspike blinks. He then closes his eyes to keep werekitten paws out of them, stopping as he is pounced to keep from tripping over his own ghillie suit. "Now where in the heck did that dart come from? I think that someone else is shooting at you, sir, since the Mistifier uses a liquid-form pro...

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Roadspike waits until Kwyndig emerges from beneath the pile of 'Drekker bodies, then fires a single shot from his OLT "Mistifier" Liquid-Vector Rifle. The compressed-air-powered drop of DMSO and Gamma Scopolomine flies through the air, aimed at the dead center of the Were-Kitten's chest. I...

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Extreme Procrastination. O/C about some things... mostly tidying, although my closet is the biggest godawful mess since Caz tore his first Tasty in half. Occaisonal bouts of low self-esteem. Editorism (the need to correct spelling/grammar mistakes, although I am perfectly capable of making them myse...

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Roadspike pops up out of the water beside the ship. "ARRRRR... I just scrubbed the barnacles off the bottom of the ship... what do ye be wantin' of me now...?" As Roadspike climbs up the ladder back onto the deck, it can be noticed that he is basically one giant laceration, and barnacles p...

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...has it's day, unless I catch the mangy mutt first.

All's Well...

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Roadspike goes down low, reaching under the couch and flipping it up on one end, hopefully hitting at least one opponent in the face and flipping it out of the way of the others. As soon as he's given the iron-clad couch the flip, he backpedals, trying desperately to get out of the way of the other ...

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Berzerker-Spike revs his chain-axe as they approach the turnpike, cleaning bits of flesh and bone from between the teeth. Berzerker, Axe, and Jet-Cycle howl in discord as 'Spike sweeps out to the right of the other Bulldrekker vehicles, getting a little bit of distance from the firepower-magnets. &q...

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Berzerker-Spike swings one leg over his Bullock Jet-cycle, and the anti-grav bike rises into the air with an almost inaudible hum. "I'll work as an outrider in case we run into anything nasty on the way. Oh, and don't worry, I've swapped out the bolters on the front of this old beast for twin a...

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Roadspike shows up attired in the blue and white power armor of Berzerker-Spike, twin chain-axes whirring. "Tell ya what Caz... you flush 'em out, I chop 'em up? I haven't had a chance to paint this armor red in a long time. I mean, sure it's fun to shoot people, but it's also mighty fun to jus...

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Berzerker-Spike roars in rage. "Flaming Promethium cannot harm me, you dare think that your puny flames could..." :eek [color=FF0099]"OW! OH That's HOT! OWWIE OWWIE OWWIE!"[/color] And yet again it is demonstrated that even if the flames themselves don't hurt an armored person, a...

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Berzerker-Spike swings his right-hand chainaxe in a wide arc, the adamantine teeth tearing the air as they buzz down to cleave LDH's skull in half. The World Demolisher snarls his rage.

"You talk too much, and you have neither beer nor blood within your skull!"

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Berzerker-Spike watches the KegFront rolling in, and raises his chainaxes defiantly into the sky, his ancient hatred roaring out of his vox-system. "I fear not the Beer, for I serve the God of Beer, and my only purpose is to bring bottles to the Bottle Throne, and drink Beer in the name of the ...

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Roadspike grimaces as Caz starts beating FB into paste. The Demolitionist shudders, then nods to himself. "This is gonna hurt... but it's for the best." He then gingerly reaches a hand into the brawling ball of purple fur and fire that is Caz and FlameBlade and yanks out the jacks connecti...

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Roadspike appears in the middle of the road, attired in an ornate suite of white, blue, and steel power armor with a globe being devoured on the left paltron and a whirring chainaxe in his right hand. "Now in Original Legion Colors!" The Demo-guy wanders down the street, popping off shots ...

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"More speed! Faster! Holy Mother of Acceleration, don't fail us now!" Roadspike hangs on to the back of Caz's seat, wraps one shoulder-strap of his backpack around his left leg, and braces himself with his right. He lets out a loud rebel yell as the Toxic Spirit-vehicle hurtles forward. &q...

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Roadspike yawns, stretches, and then rolls over and goes back to sleep, looking completely comfortable and happy in his hammock. At first glance, it looks like the sand beneath him is shifting and moving, but then it can be seen that the motion is actually that of hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny...

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Roadspike comes rushing up and dives into the side door of the van, rolling to a crouch before plopping down in the seat behind Caz. "Now... in a normal car, this would be the safest seat. I'm semi-worried, but that's okay, because we're going Adventuring! Woohoo!" The Demo-guy sets his ba...

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Roadspike blinks, noting the change in score, and peers around. "Wha Happened? Oh... right... I hate weekends that way. Oh well." The Demo-guy wanders over to the center of the pitch for the new scrum. "Ya know, this game seems to be all pain, no gain. Normally, I'd be okay with that,...

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Woah... what the hell did that? I certainly didn't try to. (Post Count +2 though) Roadspike lifts the corner of the couch covering him, shakes his head at FB. "Nope... no explosives on me. I'm playing fair(ish)." The Demo-guy then grabs FlameBlade and uses the animate blade to lever the co...

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Roadspike cunvulses, trying to get away from the tickling tiger. "Gack... stop it... yer gonna set off my... Wired Reflexes..." There is a pause, in which Roadspike's combat booted foot lashes out and cracks Hobbes upside the head, and then the Demo-guy continues, much calmer now. "Wa...

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Roadspike cunvulses, trying to get away from the tickling tiger. "Gack... stop it... yer gonna set off my... Wired Reflexes..." There is a pause, in which Roadspike's combat booted foot lashes out and cracks Hobbes upside the head, and then the Demo-guy continues, much calmer now. "Wa...

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Roadspike pulls himself out of the melee, trailing a few broken limbs, and starts to hobble over towards Matt McS and LDH. As he starts over towards them, his limbs start to regenerate, and his hobble slowly becomes a full-out sprint. As he nears the couch, he slows to a stop, frowning at the hugely...

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Roadspike breathes a sigh of relief as the couch is lifted off of him and the cyberninjanurses start to work re-attaching his head to his body. Somewhere along the line, they apparently implant him with some major Muscle Replacements and Toners, because he goes flying into the air when he tries to h...

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The pain slowly hits Roadspike as he is unable to Regen while his body is still smashed flat under the couch, and he begins to mutter under his breath.

"Ow... ow... ow-ow-ow... ow... ow... ow-ow-ow."

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Roadspike nods at Kwyndig, then his eyes get big at the impending fireball. The Demo-guy once more demonstrates his uncanny ability to get in one last comment before the big boom. "This is gonna hurt." Sure enough, when the smoke clears, a much crispier Roadspike is standing in the road, w...

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Roadspike's head rolls to a stop, and immediately begins yelling at Caz. "HEY! Gerroff! I can't breathe." He then glances at the red stain under the futon, and his eyes go wide. <vc="C-3P0"> "Oh my! I don't have a body anymore, that's why I can't breathe! Goodness me!" ...

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Roadspike's nose wrinkles at the sight of the Ultramarine. "EEeeew... who let one of the Imperial Pansies in? He's probably been polishing his armor and making up that shoulder plate of his for the last two centuries." The Demo-guy looks around, then mutters something to himself. "Bah...

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Roadspike manages to pry up one corner of the couch and peek out, just in time to see a purple shape blot out the sun. He winces broadly. "This is gonna hurt... now I really wish I could use some plastique." Rather than cheating, however, the Demo-guy merely yanks one arm out from under th...

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Roadspike and Evil Roadspike stare at each other for a long few minutes, and then burst into action. The Demolitionist draws his twin pearl-handled, chromed .45s, and starts blasting away at his evil counterpart, while at the same time ducking for cover from the softball sized globes of C24 being th...

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Roadspike runs up behind the grunger golem while he is being assaulted by the stuffed tiger. Grabbing the couch from below and lifting it up so that it is suspended between himself and Syko, Roadspike calls out an ear-shattering "KIAI!" and gives Syko a missile drop kick to the small of th...

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Roadspike -finally- gets up from where Granite's boots stomped him but good. "Nice to see you too, Granite." He then gets up, and starts running towards the ruckus involving hobbes, Caz, and LDH. The Demo-guy tosses himself forward in a neat body-check, only to bounce off purple anti-muppe...

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"Subtlety? What is this subtlety? I know all about hiding explosives, but I've never been one for subtlety."

Roadspike shrugs, and starts pot-shotting crotchweasels with his twin, chromed, pearl-handled .45s.

"Bored bored bored. I need to find someone or something to blow up."

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Roadspike taps Hobbes on the shoulder. "Ahem... by the way, the chromed, pearl-handled twin M1911A1s are -my- calling card. Well, that and a nice C24 charge." The Demo-guy grins at the stuffed tiger. "Sorta like the one I replaced your tail with." [glow]BOOM. [/size][/glow] "...

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Roadspike grins at the news, struggling to lift the couch before he finally balances it on his right shoulder and starts shuffle-running towards his end-zone.

"YOINK!"

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Roadspike lines up opposite Syko and beside Daki. "Arright... lets-" The Demo-guy cuts off as Daki and Caz throw themselves at one another. He then looks over to Syko and grins. "So... how's about we grab this couch while the two of them are fighting, and just pick an end zone to head...

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Barring unforseen circumstances, I will be at GenCon. However, I will be working, and will be unable to make it to the actual Gathering. So drop by the WizKids booth at GenCon, or whatever events we may be hosting there, and look for the tall skinny guy with glasses and a gold hoop earring who looks...

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Roadspike's jaw opens up just about impossibly wide, and he shoves part of the Mongo-Burger into his mouth, chomping down and chewing. Mayo, Ketchup, and Mustard describe a wide grin across his face, which he wipes up using Szechuan's shirt. "It's a little messy to eat, but you can't beat it fo...

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[OOC: well, Caz and Daki certainly count as Large Bulldrekkers... and while Roadspike, like me, is around 6'3", he is also, like me, not exactly the thickest of people, probably ranging around 155-160 pounds. Lots of people are big to him] Roadspike gets tripped over and trampled, then finally ...

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"Here... I'll trade you three Medium Well burger patties for a SMITE<TM>-in-a-box. C24 arranged in such a way to make a sequential explosion resembling a lightning bolt, and completely annihilate the left testicle/ovary of whomever it it placed on." He hands LDH a small box, with "SMI...

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Roadspike falls out of the sky into the middle of the pitch, painfully peeling himself off the ground. He looks around, and instinctively catches the jersey tossed at him. He has almost enough time to look and see what color it is before he is hit with a couch and a number of large Bulldrekkers in q...

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Roadspike comes ripping to a stop just outside the scattering of picnic tables and suchlike. "Sorry it took me so long, the spam-traffic was horrible." The Demo-guy glares at Szechuan, then moves around to the back of his car, popping up the hatchback and beginning to pull out huge amounts...

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Roadspike's head pops out of the mushroom-cloud-shaped hole in the snowbank, and his eyes widen as he spots Caz. "Uh-oh. Uh, don't worry Caz ol' buddy... I was just tryin' to... uh... stop the truck so that... uh... when you came onto the thread there'd a nicely chilled tanker of Rolling Rock f...

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Roadspike grins broadly, "Hey guys, what's so bad, last time around, we got to go Dimension-hopping in the Black Van ." The Demolitionist pauses as a chill comes over him and a shadow falls. "Um... this probably isn't the best time to mention I'm a bleeder, is it?" There is an al...

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Roadspike goes flying off the tanker truck's hood as it is sheered in half, and lands in a newly formed snowbank, leaving a neat, steaming impression of a mushroom cloud in the formerly pristine snow.

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Roadspike spots the violent rainbow beams flying about, and explosions and the like, and decides that whatever his scanner says, this would be a good place to find his double. Luckily, Evil Roadspike decides the same thing, and soon the two are facing each other down at opposite ends of a long stree...

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Roadspike shows up in his left fender-less '89 Ford Probe, the car sounding as if it is running on fumes. He leaves the car running, and tosses the keys to the valet. "Park it next to something big and siphon some gas, will ya?" The Demo-guy, when he gets out, doesn't look much like the us...

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