Lol

[Mister E]

[ Feral ] Grinch the Pilferer

gotta love holiday spirit

[Evangelion]

Hehe. <3 you, Ravanex and Isadora.

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| Grinch || the Pilferer |

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| Str: 08(08) || Level: 1 Sex: M Age : 10(0h) |

| Int: 08(08) || Class: thief Ethos: chaotic |

| Wis: 08(08) || Race : feral Align: evil |

| Dex: 08(08) || Hp : 35/35 Exp : 1600/1600 |

| Con: 08(08) || Mana : 80/80 |

\ Lck: [|||||-] \/ Move : 100/100 +Hit: 0 +Dam: 0 /

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| ARMOR || SAVES || Deity : Malanith |

| Slash : 92 || Spell : -1 || Faith : Greed |

| Pierce: 92 || Afflictive : 0 || Weight: 11/142 |

| Blunt : 92 || Maledictive: 0 || Items : 4/25 |

| Magic : 99 || Mental : 0 || Prac : 5 Train: 3 |

| || || Gold : 1002 |

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/ Condition: You are in the prime of your health. \

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[ 1 Feral Thi] [D] Grinch the Pilferer

You tell Isadora 'Greetings. I was wondering if you had seen any Whos?'

Isadora tells you 'Good, gracious'

You tell Isadora 'There seems to be no roast beast left in Whoville, so I have come here.'

Isadora tells you 'Cute. Merry Christmas!'

You tell Isadora 'Think I can stay on for a bit and toy with people?'

Isadora tells you 'Sorry, don't think so'

You tell Isadora 'Aww. Pretty please?'

You tell Isadora 'You could summon everyone to Val Miran, and I could tell them about the time I stole Christmas!'

Isadora tells you 'Nope. But at least you provided me the opportunity to be a total Grinch myself and express my complete distaste for the holidays'

You tell Isadora 'How can someone so pretty have so little love for Christmas? Sure, it's commercialized out the wazoo, but it's a time of family and joy!'

A tall, green man with shaggy fur is here, glaring balefully at his

surroundings. Wearing a makeshift Santa hat and coat, he walks around

accompanied by a small dog adorned with deer horns. An evil green wraps

itself around his face, making him appear menacing and utterly evil. A

small thymping noise emanates from his chest, where it appears he has an

undersized heart of sorts.

Isadora chuckles politely.

A male stag arrives from a puff of smoke.

Isadora mutters something quietly to herself.

Isadora says 'Wanted to find you some reindeer'

Isadora says 'Or at least deer'

Isadora says 'But a stag will have to do'

Grinch chuckles evilly, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of roast beast.

Isadora pokes you in the ribs.

You tell Sailin 'Will you help me eliminate all those nasty Whos down in Whoville?'

Sailin tells you 'Whats a who?'

You tell Sailin 'Why... a Who is a nasty little creature, completely obsessed with Christmas.'

Sailin tells you 'Christmas eh? I am QUITE loathesome of this time of year...'

You tell Sailin 'As am I!'

You tell Sailin 'I hate Christmas! I hate all the presents, and food (except the roast beast), and the singing!'

You tell Sailin 'Oh, the singing!'

You tell Sailin 'I hate the whole thing!'

You tell Ravanex 'Greetings, Master Bard.'

Sailin tells you 'I dunno, I hide when it happens I don't like all the people bothering me and stuff, nope nope.'

Ravanex tells you 'Heller!'

You tell Ravanex 'Would you care to help me with something?'

Ravanex tells you 'Erm...'

Ravanex tells you 'Sure!'

You tell Sailin 'I see. Well, you could use your energies much better by destroying Whos.'

Sailin tells you 'But I don't wanna mangalate goodly folk either.'

You tell Ravanex 'You see, I desire to obliterate all the Whos down in Whoville once and for all.'

Ravanex tells you 'Ohh, where whoville!?'

You tell Ravanex 'In the deepest pits of Hell. That's where those devil-spawned Whos come from.'

Ravanex tells you 'Mer got an idea!'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr want ter hear dar idea er not?'

You tell Ravanex 'I suppose I could listen.'

Ravanex tells you 'How much gold yarrr got?'

You tell Ravanex 'If it leads to the ultimate destruction of Whoville and its inhabitants.'

You tell Ravanex 'Very little. I am but a poor Grinch.'

You tell Ravanex 'I am, after all, a hobo who lives upon the top of Mt. Who.'

Ravanex tells you 'Oker, this is what were goin tar do.'

Ravanex tells you 'Mer going ter loan yarrr gold.'

You tell Ravanex 'And then...?'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr going ter place one coin in front of each Who House.'

Ravanex tells you 'Make ert shiny and everything!'

Ravanex tells you 'Thern, make a trail out to thar Who tree.'

You tell Ravanex 'I find your plan, thus far, lacking in its sinister desire to subjugate each and every miserable Who into ill-treated slaves.'

Ravanex tells you 'SHHH!'

Ravanex tells you 'They will see the coins, and gather at the Who tree.'

Ravanex tells you 'When they reach dar tree, yarrr should hire a halfling to lead them in song.'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr following mer?'

You tell Ravanex 'But... I hate the songs! I hate them!'

Ravanex tells you 'Yes, yes mer know!'

Ravanex tells you 'Tharts why you hire a halfling, understand!'

Ravanex tells you 'Now!'

You tell Ravanex 'Very well. Continue.'

Ravanex tells you 'Thar going ter be singing, and singing, and singing, till they run out er songs.'

Ravanex tells you 'Thern, oh thern, here is dar sinister part!'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr going to send another halfling out with thar whonog, spiked with thar happy juice, you know da juice mer talking about!'

Ravanex tells you 'Thar be so happy from dar songs, they will drink dar juice!'

Ravanex tells you 'But thar don't know it is ar Leming potion!'

Ravanex tells you 'Thar must obey your every command, this is when yarrr pop out of thar tree naked as a bird!'

You tell Ravanex 'Huh... that IS sinister!'

Ravanex tells you 'Arm not done!'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr going to play yarrr evil, evil music with thart old pickle yarrr got.'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr going ter lead therm up to thar Mount Who, and watch therm fall over dar edge like lemmings.'

You tell Ravanex 'The one song I enjoy... "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch." Oh, it's so delightfully evil, and so delightfully about me.'

Ravanex tells you 'Or into yarrr bed for whatever pleasure yarrr se.'

Ravanex tells you 'Yarrr, that one, but yarrr has ter be naked!'

You tell Ravanex 'That might just be devious enough to work.'

Isadora appears in a swirling mist.

You tell Ravanex 'These Whos won't see it coming! I will smash them into little Who bits and pieces.'

Isadora growls at you. Hey, two can play it that way!

Ravanex tells you 'Thern, a course, yarrr keep two pair ter make offspring fer the slave market!'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

You say 'I'm playing nice!'

Isadora says 'Stop causing trouble!'

Isadora bonks you on the head for being so foolish.

Ravanex tells you 'But yarrr cover their who parts with thorns!'

You say 'Ravanex and I are coming up with a devious, elaborate plan to eliminate all the Whos.'

Isadora narrow her eyes.

You tell Ravanex 'Ouch! That sounds like it will be deliciously painful. Oh, it does my undersized heart good to imagine the Who-suffering.'

You have been frozen, you can't do anything!

Ravanex tells you 'But mer get to keep dar houses!'

Isadora dances around the Grinch's frozen form in evil glee.

You are splattered with saliva as Isadora gives you the raspberry... HOW RUDE!

Isadora leaves in a swirling mist.

You tell Ravanex 'Indubitably. I will go to debate this plan.'

Ravanex tells you 'Dont yarrr need dar gold?'

You tell Ravanex 'I return to Mt. Who, now. Good day.'

You tell Ravanex 'I should have enough.'

Ravanex tells you 'Oker!'

Ravanex tells you 'Har har har'

A Bank squire hands you a stub and gallops away.

Deposit: 5000 by: [Ravanex]. Current total: 5000

Ravanex tells you 'Just ern case!'

You tell Ravanex 'Thank you.'

You tell Ravanex 'Merry Christmas.'

Ravanex tells you 'Ter yarrr to!'

Ravanex tells you 'And her happy yule at thart!'

[Dizz]

Wow! Nice!

[Mudder]

Isadora is great.

[brsingr]

lmfao - then yarr hop out of tha tree, naked as a bird. classic..