From amhorach@ix.netcom.comFri Aug 9 10:25:16 1996 Date: Thu, 8 Aug 1996 16:59:32 -0700 From: Amhorach Mhurchaidh Reply to: malks@thehub.com.au To: malks@thehub.com.au Subject: [Malks] Ganes #3.14 (ther is really no point to this story) Two figures can be seen crouching over small, round objects on the floor, each trying to knock the greatest number of thier opponent's eyeballs out of the ring they have carved into the disgusing and vile floor of the tavern. Badger: Ha! That is the seventh Blue Brujah I have taken from you. He mashes it flat on the floor and spits distainfully at Amhorach. Amhorach: (as badger readies his Tremere eye for another shot) You will _miss_. Badger misses. Badger: hey! We agreed no disciplines! Amhorach: I did not do anything. (he points to an accubus) The law of averages stated you must miss this round. Badger: Bugger you and the law. Amhorach: hmmm... *thwack* _squish_ *plop* _squish_. It seems you are now out of Lupine eyes, Badder. He continues his run, till all of badger's eyes are gone. Amhorach: That takes care of the law of averages, then Badger. You did wish it upon yourself and- Badger goes slightly more nuts, and hits Amhorach very hard, sending him through the wall. Amhorach recovers, undaunted. He menaces badger with a cup of Tea, and badger Frenzies, stomping all the remaining eyes to bits of jelly onna floor. Amhorach: Auuugh! Me eyes! The brawl continues, and spills out onto the streets. Results: no medals awarded, since it was not an official game. Amhorach "Pray for madness, pray for blood." Braineaters, The Misfits