OurFinestCoward wrote:
valefor wrote:
OurFinestCoward wrote:
valefor wrote:
OurFinestCoward wrote:
valefor wrote:
OurFinestCoward wrote:
valefor wrote:
Holy_Terror wrote:
Well Valefor......while the BM guy is summoning his cloud of darkness.....the thrasher has just chugged a pint of Pale Ale and finished listening to some Dark Angel.....so he is suffering from the Hunger of the Undead.....thus he will destroy and devour any and all legions of of uncouth race that besot him. Dinful shall be their coming, traquil shall be their demise!!!
HA! but then he would die in wracked, writhing agony from the evil indigestion which would consume him alive, from the inside out.
V.
Sure he would... but, only after beating the BMer to death. So, technically, Thrash wins, right?
Wrong.
Headless, armless and legless? Your thrashie has already been done in, by this time, you are taking too many liberties
reread the post where the tharsher meets his hapless demise.
Sword > lead pipe.. its simple arithmetic.
Yeah, but the BMers low paying job wouldn't let him bring the sword in the first place. Hey man, they gotta keep their feet on the ground somehow!!!
Unarmed<Pipe.
I say your backs against the wall... let's see if you can prove me wrong.
O.K., lets say for the sake of argument that the thrasher was somehow able to beat the Black Metal Barbarian to death, even though he is a headless torso :roll:.
The BM barbarian would then haunt the Thrasher from beyond the grave, tormenting him to the point that not even alcohol can drive the demons of madness back; at this point the Thrasher would commit suicide and become the BM wraiths astral slave in the abyss beyond the
frozen wastes for eternity upon eternity.V.
Which means his beer would never get warm. :idea:
Who's the real winner now?
Slaves are not allowed to consume beer, warm or otherwise!
Toil and suffering, thus is their lot.
V.
Pfft, it'll be an eternity before the thrasher wakes up from sleeping off the hangover, and after that, good luck getting any work done.
Well, his lazy ass would awaken eventually, and then the BM slavemaster would promise one beer after much toil and many lashes from the slavedrivers scourge of fire, only for the Thrasher to discover that it is a warm, flat can of KEYSTONE!!!
And lest that is satisfacory beer for his pedestrian palate, he would be forced to endure an endless stream of Boyz II Men, Kenny G, and The Backstreet Boys, a.k.a. The Backdoor Boys, interspersed with Nelly and 50 Cent!
V.