/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

>>5323
Me just wanted to play fooseball!

>>5325
Casts Righteous Might, an area of effect spell that effects the party.
>>5320
Well played, this bard/mage thing may work out well

>>5327
>knows the conditions for playing
>plays anyway
Pussy. You don't play murder ball, unless you're prepared to face the consequences.

Infernius takes a hit to his shoulder, while Thez (?) takes one in the leg. IDK about Infernius, but she's mad.
"YA DONE FUCKED UP THIS TIME!"

>>5328
Yay
I'll get a playlist put together for this by tomorrows play time

>>5332
Oh please do, that was great
Its Trump's move, but again anyone can declare

Trumpaladin casts TRAVEL BAN, which pauses the ants long enough for him to figure out what the hell is going on

[1d20 = 6]
>>5333
Noice trips
I roll to levitate, 1 is nothing 20 is roof level

>>5334
what do?

>>5336
Success, you're about 7' off the ground.

>>5337
Trump shouts out to all parties, "why the hell is a game of football turning violent. This is real, American football. Not soccer. Wars are not supposed to be fought over this"

Glares at Tracy, because he doesn't know why the hell there is fighting, but she seems to have started it

>>5340
Essentially Trump is directing this at the ants, trying to engage them diplomatically

Its Infernius' move

>>5341
this is better then my plan
https://dnd-wiki.org/wiki/Gravehorde_(3.5e_Spell)

>>5339
And how tall are the ants again?
I decide to wait for Trump to finish

>>5344
The drones are about 4', the warriors are about 6'.

>>5341
The ants who hear stare incomprehensibly. What is foosball without the loser losing their head? Otherwise is blasphemy.

>>5346
"So you want to play football then?" He raises his ball. "When and where?"

>>5336
"He-hay! Look at this!"
*produces soccer ball made out of the skin on copper's ass from bag*
"I thought I'd bring your queen a gift. It's like a foosball, but life-sized! Whjy don't we all go and give it to her?"
>>5340
>football
Foosball is table-soccer. It's a demonic practice.
>>5347
Stop doing shit, you fucking bull!
Delet this. Learn to diplomacy!

[1d20 = 18]
>>5345
Great, barely above the heads.
Roll for detection
I want to scan the room

>>5349
>>5342
fine i hold my move untill shit goes sideways.

The Potato shouts, amidst the crisis "HEWOES! THEWE APPEAWS A GWAVE MISUNDERSTAINDING! We apologize for not infowming eawliew, but the losew of the game is fowfeit. Why would anyone want to keep awound a faulty specimen?"

>>5352
So we can't leave until someone dies?

>>5351
Noted, you now have veto-move (meaning you can interject at any time)

Trumpaladin delivers a death glare at the soccer ball, and unsheathes Vanderiem, now paying no attention to the ants

>>5353
ALMOST in response to your inquiry, Thez rips through a few more ants.
"Oi, this isn't a game anymore!" she says, decapitating another and gutting (in a manner, they have exoskeletons so its more like a caving in) another's abdomen.

>>5352
"It's rigged. It's always rigged.." she says under her breath
How did they appreciate my soccer ball? I was saving it for ritualistic purposes, but I hope it'll stop the blood orgy.
>>5355
Come and get it!

>>5355
"Ahh, naw ye're talkin lad! Let's gets to separating the wheat from the chaff!"
>>5357
Psst, it won't

>>5356
*sighs*
How many are in the room before I waste a spell

>>5358
>I unveiled my secret weapon for no reason
Awww... I was hoping to at least give it to the queen...

>>5359
Minus the existing casualties, II'd say about 40, though they're mostly drones.

[1d20 = 12]
>>5361
Fine
Roll for a cone of cold to freeze these fuckers

>>5360
there'll be plenty more
Tracy has first move, I'm assuming murder?

Trumpaladin serves upon Tracy a form I-862 - a Notice to Appear before an immigration court. Because such blasphemy must be physically removed

>>5364
TOP
FUCKING
KEK

>>5364
Wew, you threw me off with that one,... I'm almost willing to allow it to be a spell like effect for the degree of confusion I currently experience

>>5364
>Appears visibly hurt
"B-b-b-but I'm so good at it...! And I was born in Texas..."

[18d20 = 175]
Okay, Tracy loses her move aaaaand the ants are attacking.

gawd these ants suck
Torcuil takes a grazing swipe while Tracy takes a slash across the face (oh yes, deal w/ it Xp).

Tracy's up

>>5370
*hold up soccer ball in front of face to blok slash*

>>5369
>grazing swipe
b-but WHY

>>5368
infernuis whisper Kek. towards the ants.

"Sorry guys... We could've been friends..."
*Takes out spray can and shakes it*

How far are we from the exit?

>>5371
too late, atk has already landed
You can revise your move if you like.
>>5372
You're asking "why?" in the middle of a fight? Forfeit!
>>5373
And with a resounding "Kek" (though whispered,... which kinda fits when you think about it) waves of ants are not only bowled over, but obliterated. Even the Potato (who I had planned as being a recurring character) is obliterated by the utterance of Kek. The room is now clear except for heaps of ant-goo, a foosball table, and the door leading toward the entrance and "further".

>>5367
Trumpaladin removes still more legal forms from his pack, and addresses the ants. "I charge you all as EXCLUDABLE, and accordingly, REMOVABLE, for having entered the Pyramid and this land without inspection by an immigration officer at an approved point of entry, pursuant to INA 212a"