AN eyes the Terasque, it had been a long night, and he had the most serious hangover, belching loudly, He pulled out his trusty blaster, trying to distinguish between the two images showing in front of his face, which was real which was fake, the Terrasque roared loudly, wincing loudly it was certainly the one on the right. The Terrasque makes a wild hungry run for AN, who quickly staggers out of the way, the monster crashes into the railing.
The crowd goes wild, drowning in great gulps the copious alcohol which was flowing. Miss Saturn had been feeding the Terasque nothing but troublemaking Spammers and Commers, it was open odds at to what the still slightly drunk SLURRer could do.
Again the monster roared, and AN drew a bead on the monster with his blaster, waves of energy shot out engulfing the monster's head, AN thought for sure the Terrasque was doomed, but to his amazement, it charged right on through, again he barely sidestepped the monster, and looked increduously down at his blaster, he had set it on a its highest setting, and he might as well have shined a Old Earth flashlight at it for all the good it did.
Again the Terrasque, got up roaring loudly, its breathing increasingly heavy, its acid drool dripping on the sandy floor, charging, it stopped and looked at AN, gave another roar. It staggered over inching over, it's tail attempting halfheartedly to lash the nimble AN in two. Then breathing heavily, it collapsed on the ground.
AN looked down at snoring soundly, and realized something this particular Terrasque was rather fat, apparently Ms. Saturn had been feeding it to many Commers and Spammers lately, and it had gotten soft. AN didn't mind though, that battle had already increased his already painful hangover, and he climbed out of the ring, and went over to the Bar and ordered something stronger this time, the only cure he knew for a powerful hangover.
Of course the crowd didn't mind either, halfway through the battle they had all passed out, to much righteous alcohol.
