"New bot, time to die!" Or not, someone's getting a little worn out
"She needs a break, Corwyn might have almost limitless energy but her focus takes time to regain. I'll be destroying this bot. Eventually."
The droid blasts the girl with a fresh hot cup of coffee. Corwyn = 250 Droid = 250
"Looks like these bots can't even tell the difference between the most obviously polar-opposite personalities. Not to mention that's the nastiest coffee I've ever smelled, of course my parents only drink the highest quality freshly-ground gourmet varieties. So much for advanced AI. I could've made a better artificial sentience with wizardry when I was twelve, for crying out loud." He attempts to fix the poorly programmed machine with magic and stop it from attacking him.
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"New bot, time to die!" Or not, someone's getting a little worn out
"She needs a break, Corwyn might have almost limitless energy but her focus takes time to regain. I'll be destroying this bot. Eventually."
The droid blasts the girl with a fresh hot cup of coffee. Corwyn = 250 Droid = 250
"Looks like these bots can't even tell the difference between the most obviously polar-opposite personalities. Not to mention that's the nastiest coffee I've ever smelled, of course my parents only drink the highest quality freshly-ground gourmet varieties. So much for advanced AI. I could've made a better artificial sentience with wizardry when I was twelve, for crying out loud." He attempts to fix the poorly programmed machine with magic and stop it from attacking him.
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
"New bot, time to die!" Or not, someone's getting a little worn out
"She needs a break, Corwyn might have almost limitless energy but her focus takes time to regain. I'll be destroying this bot. Eventually."
The droid blasts the girl with a fresh hot cup of coffee. Corwyn = 250 Droid = 250 - 1 hit
"Looks like these bots can't even tell the difference between the most obviously polar-opposite personalities. Not to mention that's the nastiest coffee I've ever smelled, of course my parents only drink the highest quality freshly-ground gourmet varieties. So much for advanced AI. I could've made a better artificial sentience with wizardry when I was twelve, for crying out loud." He attempts to fix the poorly programmed machine with magic and stop it from attacking him.
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
One hit so far. "One hit song so far, aka a song so annoying it makes you wanna hit anyone who's singing it! Of course I only hit Corwyn if she asks me to. The other day she told me to hit her with my best shot and fire away, so I zapped her hair and set it on fire. Harmless prop fire."
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2024 4:32 pm
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Springs back up, swivels and attacks the droid.
Fred 250 Droid 195
The droid spills oil at the girl's feet to make her attacks a little less stable. It backs away and pulls out a blaster. Fred = 195 Droid = 195
The girl slips under the droid and comes back up to hit it from behind.
Fred 195 Droid 85
The droid falls to the ground. It fires at her ankles. Fred = 85 Droid = 85
Jumps to avoid and drop kicks the droid.
Fred 85 Droid 85
The droid is no more. Clatters into a new droid.
Fred 250 Droid 195
The droid is taken by surprise by the girl's attack. It throws out an electronet by reflex. Fred = 195 Droid = 195
The droid blasts the girl with a fresh hot cup of coffee. Corwyn = 250 Droid = 250 - 1 hit
"Looks like these bots can't even tell the difference between the most obviously polar-opposite personalities. Not to mention that's the nastiest coffee I've ever smelled, of course my parents only drink the highest quality freshly-ground gourmet varieties. So much for advanced AI. I could've made a better artificial sentience with wizardry when I was twelve, for crying out loud." He attempts to fix the poorly programmed machine with magic and stop it from attacking him.
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
One hit so far. "One hit song so far, aka a song so annoying it makes you wanna hit anyone who's singing it! Of course I only hit Corwyn if she asks me to. The other day she told me to hit her with my best shot and fire away, so I zapped her hair and set it on fire. Harmless prop fire."
The droid produces a miniature fingertip flamethrower with each hand and gives its opponent a taste of their own medicine. Of course, it's absolutely not prop fire. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
The droid blasts the girl with a fresh hot cup of coffee. Corwyn = 250 Droid = 250 - 1 hit
"Looks like these bots can't even tell the difference between the most obviously polar-opposite personalities. Not to mention that's the nastiest coffee I've ever smelled, of course my parents only drink the highest quality freshly-ground gourmet varieties. So much for advanced AI. I could've made a better artificial sentience with wizardry when I was twelve, for crying out loud." He attempts to fix the poorly programmed machine with magic and stop it from attacking him.
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
One hit so far. "One hit song so far, aka a song so annoying it makes you wanna hit anyone who's singing it! Of course I only hit Corwyn if she asks me to. The other day she told me to hit her with my best shot and fire away, so I zapped her hair and set it on fire. Harmless prop fire."
The droid produces a miniature fingertip flamethrower with each hand and gives its opponent a taste of their own medicine. Of course, it's absolutely not prop fire. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
"Oh look, it's online again. Good thing these shards of broken glass are nice and fireproof."
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
One hit so far. "One hit song so far, aka a song so annoying it makes you wanna hit anyone who's singing it! Of course I only hit Corwyn if she asks me to. The other day she told me to hit her with my best shot and fire away, so I zapped her hair and set it on fire. Harmless prop fire."
The droid produces a miniature fingertip flamethrower with each hand and gives its opponent a taste of their own medicine. Of course, it's absolutely not prop fire. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
"Oh look, it's online again. Good thing these shards of broken glass are nice and fireproof."
The droid completes a somersault to get closer to its opponent. It lands in front of them and reaches out to choke them. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
The droid pulls out a lightsaber with each hand and slices diagonally across the Sith's torso. Darth Zannah = 140 Droid = 195
The girl has been cut in half! darth Zannah = 140 Droid = 195
The droid is having a difficult time deciding which of the Sith's remaining pieces to battle with. It attempts to slash at both. Darth Zannah = 30 Droid = 195
"My girl- uh, friend, was right for once. Apparently she didn't only think these bots are slow and totally reliant on spotty wifi connections, she's actually right for a change."
"Am I the only person who realizes this is a prime (rib) opportunity to rack (of ribs) up kills, while the bots are idling?" Gordon prepares to roast this bot, just like his father taught him.
One hit so far. "One hit song so far, aka a song so annoying it makes you wanna hit anyone who's singing it! Of course I only hit Corwyn if she asks me to. The other day she told me to hit her with my best shot and fire away, so I zapped her hair and set it on fire. Harmless prop fire."
The droid produces a miniature fingertip flamethrower with each hand and gives its opponent a taste of their own medicine. Of course, it's absolutely not prop fire. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
"Oh look, it's online again. Good thing these shards of broken glass are nice and fireproof."
The droid completes a somersault to get closer to its opponent. It lands in front of them and reaches out to choke them. Gordon = 250 Droid = 165
"Wow, you suck even more than I do!!!" (he only WISHES-) Apparently, wishing he could do a whole lot of *censored* is excellent motivation and he smashes the bot to smithereens.
