Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
Sir Exsixten stares at the gobshark blankly for a moment, then shrugs. OF COURSE I NOTICED, MY TRUSTY COMPANION... UM... NEW HAIRCUT? NO, NEW BOOTS?
AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, SIR EXSIXTEN'S BRAIN IS CRAFTED OF PURE UNOBTANIUM, COMPRESSED VIA HANDWAVIUM INTO A NUGGET OF SOLID, HIGHLY CONDENSED, MARGINALLY UNSTABLE AWESOMITE, THE RADIOACTIVE DECAY OF WHICH IS THE ANIMUS OF THE HERO YOU ALL KNOW AND LOVE.
He then looks at Jax. AH, THE EX-GHOST LIZARD JAXIMUS RETURNS. WOULD THAT MAKE YOU A NON-UN-EX-GHOST LIZARD? BUT THEN HE'S DIED AGAIN. RE-NON-UN-EX-GHOST LIZARD JAXIUMUS, YOUR NAME WILL SOON REACH MAXIMUM BIT-LIMIT IF THIS KEEPS UP... PICK A LIFE-STATE AND MAINTAIN YOUR SELECTION TO AVOID CONTRADICTORY PREFIX OVERLOAD!
A moment later a pack of wolf pups rush through the broken door and begin jumping all over the warforged, yipping and leaping for a moment before sitting in a semi-circle around him and looking up at him expectantly.
He looks down at them for a moment, then says. UM... WOOF?
They yip back, then immediately set off exploring the tavern, grabbing scraps, playing, digging into the rushes, gnawing on table legs, and generally getting into everything.
<GO MY MINIONS, MWAHAHA>
AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, SIR EXSIXTEN'S BRAIN IS CRAFTED OF PURE UNOBTANIUM, COMPRESSED VIA HANDWAVIUM INTO A NUGGET OF SOLID, HIGHLY CONDENSED, MARGINALLY UNSTABLE AWESOMITE, THE RADIOACTIVE DECAY OF WHICH IS THE ANIMUS OF THE HERO YOU ALL KNOW AND LOVE.
He then looks at Jax. AH, THE EX-GHOST LIZARD JAXIMUS RETURNS. WOULD THAT MAKE YOU A NON-UN-EX-GHOST LIZARD? BUT THEN HE'S DIED AGAIN. RE-NON-UN-EX-GHOST LIZARD JAXIUMUS, YOUR NAME WILL SOON REACH MAXIMUM BIT-LIMIT IF THIS KEEPS UP... PICK A LIFE-STATE AND MAINTAIN YOUR SELECTION TO AVOID CONTRADICTORY PREFIX OVERLOAD!
A moment later a pack of wolf pups rush through the broken door and begin jumping all over the warforged, yipping and leaping for a moment before sitting in a semi-circle around him and looking up at him expectantly.
He looks down at them for a moment, then says. UM... WOOF?
They yip back, then immediately set off exploring the tavern, grabbing scraps, playing, digging into the rushes, gnawing on table legs, and generally getting into everything.
<GO MY MINIONS, MWAHAHA>
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