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Magnum .357 | |
I pull out my deck and throw down a facedown. | |
A pair of fiction novels, starting in the morning on top of a tall building The contest would be a speed reading test, with the last one to finish the book and display a minimal comprehension of the subject being forced to jump off the edge. I've been known to read at more than 600 words per minute, and the average rate is between 200-250. So come one, come all if you dare face this challenge, bwahaha. Edit: come to think of it, a polygraph test to determine whether or not someone has read the novels in question before may be needed. | |
Fistcuffs always. I will punch you to death. With my cuffs of fist. | |
How appropriate, you fight like a cow. OT: 5 PM at local supermarket, taped fists as weapons. Why? Why not? | |
Cutlasses, on the back of a whale, on FIRE!!! | |
Time: 2:00 P.M. | |
I choose Neil Patrick Harris at the bottom of the seventh circle of Hell. | |
My 9mm where ever the poor bastard decided to challenge me about 2 seconds after I was challenged. Fighting fair is for suckers. | |
I choose a shield (best defence is a best offence and besidde I don't know how to use any weapon in real life). The location will be my parent backyard, maybe that will bring some advantage to me somehow. | |
Beards, Turbans, bulky jackets and AK-47s. 9AM on September 11th 2012. White House lawn. My cunning plan would be to oversleep on the morning of the duel so my opponent turns up before me... | |
Weapon: Staff | |
You do know Ravage means rape, right? | |
Weapon: +7 Rocket-propelled, drill-tipped depleted-uranium lances of Soviet Slaying. | |
Are you all barbarians?! | |
Weapon-broken bottle | |
Weapon: Wii Monopoly | |
The correct answer is of course Swords at dawn on the wings of a B-52 dropping its bomb load over vietnam. | |
Chicken out. Cowards are heroes of evolution. | |
Samurai Swords on a beach at dawn/dusk. As long as the sun is just on the horizon, there's little light, and the rolling waves in the back ground it would be okay with me. I would however like a shovel so I can bury my slain foe once I've won. Honor is the victor's responsibility and I won't leave my foe to rot in the sun. A proper burial is the least I could do. | |
I'll jam a siringe filled with insuline into one of your arteries and watch you pass out and die. OT: At noon, on a gigantic, high rock formation, using energy swords from Halo. Any death will at least be epic. | |
battering rams, bring it. | |
You common dandy! Yeah, I choose swords, too. Specifically sabers. I fancy my chances :D Edit: Oh yes, a place... the moors of Yorkshire. I'll be in my element. | |
Pokeball. Cinnabar Island. Pokemon of choice? Whatever this faceless enemy isn't able to control fully but that I CAN control. Check out these badges. | |
Sonic Screwdrivers in a hospital room | |
That's a more specific sub-meaning. Ravage itself is to relentlessly assault. | |
Why, card games, of course. It's always time to duel. | |
While flaming AIDS covered laser chainsaws is plausible to do... Australia has jungles? In the worlds biggest pillow/duvet fort built on a bouncy-castle the size of a house, Saturday night, with heavy exercise balls. First one to be KO'd OR to die (if, say, a neck is broken while bouncing around), loses. | |
Sword and buckler, Saturday 2pm armour permitted but not required, standard WOTRF rules, soft kit optional. Having skill in an archaic martial art will benefit me should the situation ever arise. | |
Weapon: Giant Scottish Claymores (how many people even have the strength to use one, before skill is ever accounted for) Place and Time: Large field surrounded by trees, a little after 2:00 so the fight is shaded. | |
I choose the X-Gloves in Vongola Gear, The Top of Temen-Ni-Gru and preferably midnight and raining in a thunder storm...epic shit man. | |
I'm proficient at weilding a Halberd, also Sabres. Either will do, but not both at the same time. No time like the present, so come at me bro! | |
I didn't know groundhogs were Catholic. Huh, the more you learn. I choose interpretive dance on New Years Morning at Disneyworld. | |
Weapon: One Hundred Thousand or so Infantry and Cavalry at our disposal. Time and Place: 18 June 1815, Waterloo. Have at you, rapscallion! | |
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Weapon: A big iron
Time: 11:20 am
Place: The town of Agua Fria