The Vorpal Tribble
First Post
Didn't know if this was the best place to post it, but me and a couple other guys have had a bit of fun now and again turning Homestarrunner into a D&D campaign.
(For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about I point to http://www.Homestarrunner.com/ and suggest you check out the Strongbad emails first thing
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Strong Sad:
Alright, the sun has set and you sit in a field lit only by starlight. You feel the wind change and the smell of smoke floats past. In the distance you hear the cry of a great beast. What do you do?
Strong Bad:
FIREBALL! FIREBALL!
Homesar:
I'm a raaaging pilgrim of mercy!
Cheat:
Mraw mraw tikket!
Strong Sad:
The Cheat, you can't have a +8 vorpal scimitar, you spent all your gold on drinks!
Cheat:
Nah nah, binrih!
Strong Sad:
*sigh*
Ok, so you see a great big wingaling wyrm. He's flaming the entire village and stomping the peasants flat.
Strong Bad:
Hey fatflayer, I soothe the storming beast. Charm monster, man...
Strong Sad:
You already used up all your 3rd level spells on that guard that asked you how you picked pockets with boxing gloves on.
Homesar:
I run like a wastebasket of Pandemonium!
Strong Bad:
Look gibbering larder, you find one more slot left before your face becomes a spell component!
Strong Mad:
LIGHTENING BOLT! LIGHTENING BOLT!
(For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about I point to http://www.Homestarrunner.com/ and suggest you check out the Strongbad emails first thing

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Strong Sad:
Alright, the sun has set and you sit in a field lit only by starlight. You feel the wind change and the smell of smoke floats past. In the distance you hear the cry of a great beast. What do you do?
Strong Bad:
FIREBALL! FIREBALL!
Homesar:
I'm a raaaging pilgrim of mercy!
Cheat:
Mraw mraw tikket!
Strong Sad:
The Cheat, you can't have a +8 vorpal scimitar, you spent all your gold on drinks!
Cheat:
Nah nah, binrih!
Strong Sad:
*sigh*
Ok, so you see a great big wingaling wyrm. He's flaming the entire village and stomping the peasants flat.
Strong Bad:
Hey fatflayer, I soothe the storming beast. Charm monster, man...
Strong Sad:
You already used up all your 3rd level spells on that guard that asked you how you picked pockets with boxing gloves on.
Homesar:
I run like a wastebasket of Pandemonium!
Strong Bad:
Look gibbering larder, you find one more slot left before your face becomes a spell component!
Strong Mad:
LIGHTENING BOLT! LIGHTENING BOLT!