INDEED.[/QUOTE]
One word:
Kiss-ass
Fantasy Wrestling
[QUOTE=Luis Antonio]Only one word:
INDEED.[/QUOTE]
One word:
Kiss-ass
INDEED.[/QUOTE]
One word:
Kiss-ass
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
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For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
[QUOTE=Luis Antonio]I have the original wolf, can I join you?[/QUOTE]
Actually WOLF ET is free to download. And free to play.
You can download it here: http://enemy-territory.4players.de:1041/
you can get the latest patch as well.
Once you have downloaded and installed it msn me and tell me so we can play together.
Actually WOLF ET is free to download. And free to play.
You can download it here: http://enemy-territory.4players.de:1041/
you can get the latest patch as well.
Once you have downloaded and installed it msn me and tell me so we can play together.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
I'm waiting for Aegis's strategy. Unless it got buried in the middle of the spam and I can't see it.
Ironhide is in a wheelchair, what is Tingle going to do?
Ironhide is in a wheelchair, what is Tingle going to do?
Check it out! One of my earliest, and certainly, more creative threads!
Fantasy Football - Pick a Side
Fantasy Football - Pick a Side
Tingle comes approaching the field of battle (ironically, the field is a whole planet, but whats a planet to a Dwarf hopped on Gut Buster brew, really?), and amazingly enough, walking on two legs! It would seem that those dwarven engineers have crafted together a steam power, iron leg! While Tingle still doesn't have the same mobility as his natural legs, it's enough to bring him through this fight. He seems raring to go, his adamantite knuckles in place, along with his kegs of Gut Buster, strategically placed around the ring, an ample supple to keep up with the Golem on wheels.
His basic strategy, it seems, will be to force the Golem after him, at which point, he'll use every weapon at his disposal to take the thing down; And considering it's not alive to begin with, he's going no-holds-barred. He intends to use every bit of terrain to his advantage, causing rock slides, avalanches, floods, whatever he can think of to stop that wheel chair, and force the badly functioning opponent to him. From there, he intends to dismantle the thing piece-by-piece using his own form of Drunken Dwarf Boxing...
His basic strategy, it seems, will be to force the Golem after him, at which point, he'll use every weapon at his disposal to take the thing down; And considering it's not alive to begin with, he's going no-holds-barred. He intends to use every bit of terrain to his advantage, causing rock slides, avalanches, floods, whatever he can think of to stop that wheel chair, and force the badly functioning opponent to him. From there, he intends to dismantle the thing piece-by-piece using his own form of Drunken Dwarf Boxing...
it would be an honour lost one . I guess this means no more fantasy wrestling , we'll miss you mate. By the way if posting this is against the rules or somthing please let me no because im new here and not aucustomed to banning or anything. Anyway without further adu heres lost one's final fight
Here we are at the Grand Arena called Earth! It is to be our last match between the great fighters Tingle Orcstench (dwarven roaring ensues) and Ironhide (mages all over the world applaud this magnificent piece of metal borne from magicka). Tingle is now with an iron leg that seems to let off steam now and then, he looks wobbly on that foot, maybe you could compare it to a guy trying to wear heels. Just maybe. Ironhide, the fantastic iron golem is, ehm...in a wheelchair. That's right, a classic spiked wheelchair almost as big as himself that carries across the land with ease, if not grace. Anyways, without further a due, let the FIGHT BEGIN!
The two competitors face each other on top of a rugged mountaintop. Tingle, driven by his gutbuster brew, flies on top of Ironhide, landing a good number of solid punches on the metallic face while Ironhide spins around in his wheelchair, trying to learn how to use the darn thing. After realizing the dwarf CAN hurt him (Tingle has monk-like skills that bypass his damage reduction) he picks the dwarf by the head and sends him rolling down the mountain. Pretty much like the Sonic the Hedgehog, Tingle curls into a ball so he won't get hurt, rolls down the mountain with ease before being propelled back by a mysteriously placed ramp that is shaped like a C. Flying towards Ironhide at sonic speed (uahaha) he ehm...collects some points while he is in mid-air by knocking against coin-shaped thingies. Anyway, video-games aside, he slams full-force with his thick head against Ironhide's chest, sending the golem off the wheelchair and down the hill.
Luckily for Ironhide, the wheelchair also rolled down the hill with him, and the golem slowly picks himself up onto the chair again as the berserking dwarf storms towards him with furious speed. Ironhide, sensing a disadvantage at fighting in a dwarf's homeground, the mountains, decides to pick up speed and drive towards a nearby region, the dwarf trying to keep up with his legs, but always falling short.
Eventually, both competitors find themselves in a desert area. Ironhide drives up to the top of a dune, the large wheels of the wheelchair managing not to sink too much into the sand, and the dwarf, panting heavily, staggers up to him. Ironhide rolls down the dune and BAM! slams a huge metal fist to the dwarf's cheek, knocking a few teeth out and sending him flying to Chinatown. Well, not Chinatown again! So how about sending him some metres back. Yes. The dwarf flies some metres back and lands face down in the sand. As he nears unconsciousness, a kind scorpion stings Tingle with its tail, and Tingle jumps back in pain, regaining his senses, gritting his teeth and going at Ironhide again. The two move around the desert for a bit, trading blow for blow. Eventually, they come each to the top of a dune facing each other, about 100 metres away.
Tingle adjusts his iron foot, and picks up his pace towards Ironhide, running like a bull through the sand (if such a thing can ever be visualized). Ironhide, undaunted as always, drives madly towards Tingle, his calculating machinery allowing him to avoid obstacles that would make his wheelchair trip over. When they come 50 metres apart, the unthinkable happens! Both start to sink into QUICKSAND! Oh no! Ironhide tries to free himself from the wheelchair, but he is unable to use his legs here, and nor is Tingle capable of freeing himself. Slowly, agonizingly slow, they sink beneath the quicksand. The sand enters the broken parts of Ironhide's metal body from previous battles and causes a great malfunction that "shuts off" his power. Tingle, with no more brew to save him (there was one left, but it got covered in sand) holds his breath for a long time that would leave his ancestors proud, but alas, passes away in the end (there's always a raise dead scroll later).
The result: A DRAW!
By the way is the last fantasy wrestling post you will make? Because i cant stand the thought of that fight going unfinshed
. I guess this means no more fantasy wrestling , we'll miss you mate. By the way if posting this is against the rules or somthing please let me no because im new here and not aucustomed to banning or anything. Anyway without further adu heres lost one's final fightHere we are at the Grand Arena called Earth! It is to be our last match between the great fighters Tingle Orcstench (dwarven roaring ensues) and Ironhide (mages all over the world applaud this magnificent piece of metal borne from magicka). Tingle is now with an iron leg that seems to let off steam now and then, he looks wobbly on that foot, maybe you could compare it to a guy trying to wear heels. Just maybe. Ironhide, the fantastic iron golem is, ehm...in a wheelchair. That's right, a classic spiked wheelchair almost as big as himself that carries across the land with ease, if not grace. Anyways, without further a due, let the FIGHT BEGIN!
The two competitors face each other on top of a rugged mountaintop. Tingle, driven by his gutbuster brew, flies on top of Ironhide, landing a good number of solid punches on the metallic face while Ironhide spins around in his wheelchair, trying to learn how to use the darn thing. After realizing the dwarf CAN hurt him (Tingle has monk-like skills that bypass his damage reduction) he picks the dwarf by the head and sends him rolling down the mountain. Pretty much like the Sonic the Hedgehog, Tingle curls into a ball so he won't get hurt, rolls down the mountain with ease before being propelled back by a mysteriously placed ramp that is shaped like a C. Flying towards Ironhide at sonic speed (uahaha) he ehm...collects some points while he is in mid-air by knocking against coin-shaped thingies. Anyway, video-games aside, he slams full-force with his thick head against Ironhide's chest, sending the golem off the wheelchair and down the hill.
Luckily for Ironhide, the wheelchair also rolled down the hill with him, and the golem slowly picks himself up onto the chair again as the berserking dwarf storms towards him with furious speed. Ironhide, sensing a disadvantage at fighting in a dwarf's homeground, the mountains, decides to pick up speed and drive towards a nearby region, the dwarf trying to keep up with his legs, but always falling short.
Eventually, both competitors find themselves in a desert area. Ironhide drives up to the top of a dune, the large wheels of the wheelchair managing not to sink too much into the sand, and the dwarf, panting heavily, staggers up to him. Ironhide rolls down the dune and BAM! slams a huge metal fist to the dwarf's cheek, knocking a few teeth out and sending him flying to Chinatown. Well, not Chinatown again! So how about sending him some metres back. Yes. The dwarf flies some metres back and lands face down in the sand. As he nears unconsciousness, a kind scorpion stings Tingle with its tail, and Tingle jumps back in pain, regaining his senses, gritting his teeth and going at Ironhide again. The two move around the desert for a bit, trading blow for blow. Eventually, they come each to the top of a dune facing each other, about 100 metres away.
Tingle adjusts his iron foot, and picks up his pace towards Ironhide, running like a bull through the sand (if such a thing can ever be visualized). Ironhide, undaunted as always, drives madly towards Tingle, his calculating machinery allowing him to avoid obstacles that would make his wheelchair trip over. When they come 50 metres apart, the unthinkable happens! Both start to sink into QUICKSAND! Oh no! Ironhide tries to free himself from the wheelchair, but he is unable to use his legs here, and nor is Tingle capable of freeing himself. Slowly, agonizingly slow, they sink beneath the quicksand. The sand enters the broken parts of Ironhide's metal body from previous battles and causes a great malfunction that "shuts off" his power. Tingle, with no more brew to save him (there was one left, but it got covered in sand) holds his breath for a long time that would leave his ancestors proud, but alas, passes away in the end (there's always a raise dead scroll later).
The result: A DRAW!
By the way is the last fantasy wrestling post you will make? Because i cant stand the thought of that fight going unfinshed
GuNs Dont Kill I Do
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the end!
20 minuets later an angry mob of skeletons and demons arive, having followed the trail of destruction. Luis and Bob track the progress of the fight to where the two tracks leave off, and just manage not to sink. they are very pissed off.
20 minuets later an angry mob of skeletons and demons arive, having followed the trail of destruction. Luis and Bob track the progress of the fight to where the two tracks leave off, and just manage not to sink. they are very pissed off.
"He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife."
He is an idiot. Its that simple.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill