“Okay, new guys – what’s your names?”
Red cap: “They call me the Garden Hoe Gnome”.
Farmer: “I’m the Grim Raker”
Red/white stripe cap: “I’m Waldo. I can remain undetected in almost any crowd”
“I’m Badass Bayonet Bert”
Red head: “They call me Dum Dum Dugan. Where the hell are the rest of the howling commandos?”
The blade in question also has a gun trigger on it. Seeking to one-up Final Fantasy, the good people at Hurricane have apparently created the crutchgunblade.
It appears that the blade doesn’t actually touch the ground. It’s attached to the crutch, not serving as the crutch. It’s basically a bayonet for his gun-crutch. Though I’m not convinced the trigger is for a gun. Could be something else. Either way, it’s a pretty cool crutch.
The trigger’s presumably to pop the blade to where it’s useful.
And even without making the blade the weight bearing point of the crutch, it’s still going to get fouled and damaged by leaning the crutch forward at all, walking any ground that’s not perfectly flat, hard-packed (or paved), and free of obstacles.
It could be another holodeck-type area, like that magic dining room, only this one is where Byron keeps all his figurines and collectible and toys and stuff. Which all look like real actual people. What? Not creepy at all.
And so giant Byron opens the massive window on the front of the building and looks out at all the little people… immediately above his smaller other self… while an even more Titanic Giga-Byron lurks underground in the dark.
The souls of the common good are far heavier than any axe-pauldrons, Byron.
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.
You pointy-eared, green-blooded…
Wood elf?
Do we look like Jeremy Bentham to you?
Screw that.
If the needs of the many are so heavy, they can bloody well carry it themselves.
“Okay, new guys – what’s your names?”
Red cap: “They call me the Garden Hoe Gnome”.
Farmer: “I’m the Grim Raker”
Red/white stripe cap: “I’m Waldo. I can remain undetected in almost any crowd”
“I’m Badass Bayonet Bert”
Red head: “They call me Dum Dum Dugan. Where the hell are the rest of the howling commandos?”
+ Sassafras, the balding samurai, and his gaggle of elves.
“And who stole my hat?”
Quick!
Everyone scream a name and dark brooding back story before you all start dying!
Not giving your last name is also a good strategy.
Just ask Daigo.
Said every good leader ever.
Bert seems tailor made to be an action figure.
Too many people to tag I take it. ;)
Nope. I’ve just been completely exhausted and negligent. Fixed.
They were just waiting for you to let your guard down before rushing you.
~SHIP-PING~
And too many garden gnomes.
Or not enough gardens
I found Waldo!
I see Rachael has the Sorting Wimple and E-Merl is worrying that he’ll get stuck with Hufflepuff.
Well, close: that’s his repaired hat and he’s worried what it will look like (like, did she embroider bleeding hearts on it or something)
Good catch, I didn’t think of that.
I need crutches to walk at the moment and I can tell you if one of them had a sword blade for a leg I would have chopped my toes off by now!
The blade in question also has a gun trigger on it. Seeking to one-up Final Fantasy, the good people at Hurricane have apparently created the crutchgunblade.
something something shoot yourself in the foot?
It’s also a terrible way to treat a sword.
It appears that the blade doesn’t actually touch the ground. It’s attached to the crutch, not serving as the crutch. It’s basically a bayonet for his gun-crutch. Though I’m not convinced the trigger is for a gun. Could be something else. Either way, it’s a pretty cool crutch.
Gah, I can’t wait til next month.
The trigger’s presumably to pop the blade to where it’s useful.
And even without making the blade the weight bearing point of the crutch, it’s still going to get fouled and damaged by leaning the crutch forward at all, walking any ground that’s not perfectly flat, hard-packed (or paved), and free of obstacles.
I guess a mechanism like that of a butterfly knife wasnt feasible.
At first I thought Byron was a giant in the villadge of little people and the whole monologue was about not stepping on them.
Heh, for a second I thought it was just a giant mural of Byron above the door.
It could be another holodeck-type area, like that magic dining room, only this one is where Byron keeps all his figurines and collectible and toys and stuff. Which all look like real actual people. What? Not creepy at all.
That’s why adventuring is an individual or small-group activity. People who want to risk way more lives go into the military.
Paid vacation in a foreign land,
Gastonia does the best she can,
You’re in the army now, whoa-oo-oo
You’re in the army…now.
That’s okay B-boy, it’s not your decision, you just get to show them the way (just don’t forget to show them the way to go home again :P)
Are they tired and they want to go to bed? I think they’ve come to the wrong place, then. :/
Archer gnome to Joker-gnome: “Nice, now put the mask back on, there are women around! Oh wait, those are elves!”
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Feeling Rikk today, Byron?
Bottom of the page…. found Waldo.
Hey, how did Frigg get out of the magic tavern room?
And so giant Byron opens the massive window on the front of the building and looks out at all the little people… immediately above his smaller other self… while an even more Titanic Giga-Byron lurks underground in the dark.