[ENboards Boston Feng Shui Game] Six in the Chamber II: HONG KONG BLOODBATH -UPDATED!

*Jeremy and several other people in his section wince and/or chuckle at Horacio's skillful trump*

"OOOOooooooooo!"

"DAAAAmmmmmnnnn..."

"That is wack!"

"Dude, shut up! No one says that anymore!"

*Jeremy shakes his head, wishing he had a quieter place to sit.."
 

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The usher thinks for a minute.

"Well. That was a nice little speech. It moved me. Really, it did. Almost enough to stop me from doing this."

(attempts to kick Horacio in the face, rolls 23 with boxcars)

POW!!!! Horacio flips over backwards, landing on his stomach in the aisle. His popcorn flies up in the air. The usher strikes the Monkey King stance standing on the armrests and makes the "beckon" motion with his hand.

"Stand. Up. Again."
 

Sniktch watches Horacio hit the ground and bares his fangs in a ferocious snarl.

"Die-die!! You've crossssed the line now, filthy man-thing, touching Horacio thisss way. I ssstarted it, and yessss-yesss, Sssniktch knowsss jussst how hard it isss to run sssimultaneousss moviesss. Whining man-thing."

The Deathmaster activates his powerful armbands, giving him the strength of one hundred men. He leaps from his seat and the last thing the usher sees is a distorted patch of darkness descending upon him before the weeping blades strike home, neatly hamstringing the bully. Doc Midnight looks for his opponent but it is too late; Sniktch is completely masked by the protective aura of his cloak.

The rat-man's long tail snakes out of the darkness and grabs the usher by his throat, dragging him into a nearby seat. He flexes his steel-like muscles and folds the armchairs about the man, locking him into place. Next a bar of soap is popped neatly into the man's mouth, with a snarl of,
"Clean that filthy hole." A sigh is heard as the inky figure retreats back towards his seat and now scattered popcorn.

"Roll film, pleassse."

all in good fun :D
 
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(rolls 6... nowhere near good enough to hit the usher)

"NOT the way it works, Willard, but good try."

The rat jumps up and the weeping blades (?) miss their target when the usher does a backflip into the row behind him. Sniktch, flying through the air, feels his inner monologue keep describing the action that is no longer happening.

The usher, looking delighted, glances over at Lela. "Well?"
 

Sniktch glances at the maimed and bound usher as he starts talking to himself and scratches his head. He looks over at Lela questioningly,

"What isss he going on about?"

She smirks and answers

"He apparently thinks you missed."

Sniktch laughs in amusement

"That isss funny. Ssssniktch never missssesss. Thisss one isss delusssional."

Sniktch pats the usher on the head affectionately as he glides out of the theatre.

"I'll be back."
 
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"Yes, run to the concession stand. Hey, you know what you'd like? Some Hershey's MISSES. You can wash it down with some Sierra MIST. Hurry back, you're about to MISS the best part..."

Turns his head back to Horacio, who has that I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST KICKED ME SO HARD I FLIPPED OVER look on his face. The usher smiles down wickedly.

"...It's gonna be killer."
 

(Out of character:

Here's the deal. I've got stats for everyone. If you want to try something, state what you're trying. I'll roll and all that, and post the result. you get to try something once every three action posts- or, rather, you do something, and wait for two people to do their actions before you can post a new action. Okay?

You have a finite number of "Action Dice", which you can spend and add to your rolls They help muchly, leading to stellar results.

You can "Active Dodge", which means tell me at the end of each action if you're actively dodging or not. This will give you a better dodge bonus, but it will add 1 to your post action count (4 instead of 3).

Writing now. Will post soon. C'mon, Horacio, get up and do something cool! :D )
 
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Conaill, still wearing his Capt. Nemo outfit from the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen movie set, starts to unwind his turban. He attaches the solid gold clasp that was pinned to the front (with peacock feather, of course) to one end for added weight, and holding the other end, whips the 12' silk cloth towards the disruptive usher, hoping to pin his arms to his body and give Horacio a chance to Lay The Smacketh Down.
 

Ooh, nice...

(Conaill rolls 14)

The cleverly improvised weapon makes a screaming sound through the air. The usher spins, Daniel Larusso style, avoiding it... but his lapel is torn... and the spiffy "DOC MIDNIGHT ~usher~" name pin is ripped away. It plops into Conaill's waiting left hand.

"HEY, MY NAME TAG!!!"
 

Tsunami (the real one, not the horse) kicks in the door to the movie theatre. Light spills across the faces of the audience. Tsunami points with a rigid finger, and announces in a voice that does not fit the movement of his lips, "Lela. You have threatened by position as Knights Fanboy (or Girl). I challenge you to a kung-fu duel!"

(Edit- to fix Italics)
 
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