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Tuesday, 15 November, 2005 by shel
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x - A food ration. Your movements are slowed slightly by your load.
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@ "They say that having too much food is detrimental."
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Throw what? x
The food ration hits the trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall,
perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past
thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell.
The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a
gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank
the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam.
[...]
Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its
fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one
taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it
scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew
fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together.
He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The
waning faggot cast red light over his fangs.
        [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ]

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! The trollThe troll shambled closer. He was perhaps eight feet tall,
perhaps more. His forward stoop, with arms dangling past
thick claw-footed legs to the ground, made it hard to tell.
The hairless green skin moved upon his body. His head was a
gash of a mouth, a yard-long nose, and two eyes which drank
the feeble torchlight and never gave back a gleam.
[...]
Like a huge green spider, the troll's severed hand ran on its
fingers. Across the mounded floor, up onto a log with one
taloned forefinger to hook it over the bark, down again it
scrambled, until it found the cut wrist. And there it grew
fast. The troll's smashed head seethed and knit together.
He clambered back on his feet and grinned at them. The
waning faggot cast red light over his fangs.
        [ Three Hearts and Three Lions, by Poul Anderson ]

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is killed!
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@ "The question is, of course, detrimental for whom?"


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  November 15, 2005 03:31
First comment: 1 April, 2004 431 comments written
Uh, right. Moving right along...
L November 15, 2005 13:31
First comment: 10 February, 2005 285 comments written
This joke is, of course, funny for whom?

There are many ways to do a "food is heavy" joke, and this is an ineffective way.
shel November 15, 2005 13:39
First comment: 19 August, 2005 107 comments written
Then please suggest a better way
  November 15, 2005 14:37
First comment: 1 April, 2004 431 comments written
L, you've had a few groaners as well. Be nice.
Tharis November 15, 2005 15:21
First comment: 12 October, 2005 20 comments written
I dunno, I kinda like it. Never seen anyone pull a joke about heavy food rations before.
maheshjr2000 November 15, 2005 18:38
First comment: 9 February, 2005 22 comments written
L even though you are a veteran it gives you no right to critique someones work like youve been doing. You should be giving them constructive criticism not putting them down!
Mantar November 16, 2005 00:51
First comment: 17 June, 2004 197 comments written
That gives me an idea for a new conduct - food fight. All monsters must be killed with food items. (Hey, somebody once ascended while wielding only a large boxDantes rapidly cleared away the earth around the chest. Soon
the center lock appeared, then the handles at each end, all
delicately wrought in the manner of that period when art made
precious even the basest of metals. He took the chest by the
two handles and tried to lift it, but it was impossible. He
tried to open it; it was locked. He inserted the sharp end
of his pickaxe between the chest and the lid and pushed down
on the handle. The lid creaked, then flew open.
Dantes was seized with a sort of giddy fever. He cocked his
gun and placed it beside him. The he closed his eyes like a
child, opened them and stood dumbfounded.
The chest was divided into three compartments. In the first
were shining gold coins. In the second, unpolished gold
ingots packed in orderly stacks. From the third compartment,
which was half full, Dantes picked up handfuls of diamonds,
pearls and rubies. As they fell through his fingers in a
glittering cascade, they gave forth the sound of hail beating
against the windowpanes.
        [ The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas ]

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Fathead July 18, 2006 21:21
First comment: 1 April, 2006 1136 comments written
Hey, food f-!

Whoops, Mantar beat me to it.
blakyoshi7 August 2, 2006 20:15
First comment: 26 June, 2006 7 comments written
That would be a great idea except technically, a cockatriceOnce in a great while, when the positions of the stars are
just right, a seven-year-old rooster will lay an egg. Then,
along will come a snake, to coil around the egg, or a toad,
to squat upon the egg, keeping it warm and helping it to
hatch. When it hatches, out comes a creature called basilisk,
or cockatrice, the most deadly of all creatures. A single
glance from its yellow, piercing toad's eyes will kill both
man and beast. Its power of destruction is said to be so
great that sometimes simply to hear its hiss can prove fatal.
Its breath is so venomous that it causes all vegetation
to wither.

There is, however, one creature which can withstand the
basilisk's deadly gaze, and this is the weasel. No one knows
why this is so, but although the fierce weasel can slay the
basilisk, it will itself be killed in the struggle. Perhaps
the weasel knows the basilisk's fatal weakness: if it ever
sees its own reflection in a mirror it will perish instantly.
But even a dead basilisk is dangerous, for it is said that
merely touching its lifeless body can cause a person to
sicken and die.
[ Mythical Beasts by Deirdre Headon (The Leprechaun Library)
and other sources ]

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corpse counts as a food item.
w- wield what? t
t- a cockatriceOnce in a great while, when the positions of the stars are
just right, a seven-year-old rooster will lay an egg. Then,
along will come a snake, to coil around the egg, or a toad,
to squat upon the egg, keeping it warm and helping it to
hatch. When it hatches, out comes a creature called basilisk,
or cockatrice, the most deadly of all creatures. A single
glance from its yellow, piercing toad's eyes will kill both
man and beast. Its power of destruction is said to be so
great that sometimes simply to hear its hiss can prove fatal.
Its breath is so venomous that it causes all vegetation
to wither.

There is, however, one creature which can withstand the
basilisk's deadly gaze, and this is the weasel. No one knows
why this is so, but although the fierce weasel can slay the
basilisk, it will itself be killed in the struggle. Perhaps
the weasel knows the basilisk's fatal weakness: if it ever
sees its own reflection in a mirror it will perish instantly.
But even a dead basilisk is dangerous, for it is said that
merely touching its lifeless body can cause a person to
sicken and die.
[ Mythical Beasts by Deirdre Headon (The Leprechaun Library)
and other sources ]

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corpse (weapon in hand)
Grognor June 9, 2007 04:53
First comment: 4 April, 2007 1161 comments written
Note: All non weapon items do d2 damage. So "ascend wielding only a foo" is always possible.
@ July 3, 2007 23:35
First comment: 26 July, 2004 155 comments written
well, I killed VladVlad Dracula the Impaler was a 15th-Century monarch of the
Birgau region of the Carpathian Mountains, in what is now
Romania. In Romanian history he is best known for two things.
One was his skilled handling of the Ottoman Turks, which kept
them from making further inroads into Christian Europe. The
other was the ruthless manner in which he ran his fiefdom.
He dealt with perceived challengers to his rule by impaling
them upright on wooden stakes. Visiting dignitaries who
failed to doff their hats had them nailed to their head.

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wielding a rockBilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something.
He could not get up at the brutes and he had nothing to shoot
with; but looking about he saw that in this place there were
many stones lying in what appeared to be a now dry little
watercourse. Bilbo was a pretty fair shot with a stone, and
it did not take him long to find a nice smooth egg-shaped one
that fitted his hand cosily. As a boy he used to practise
throwing stones at things, until rabbits and squirrels, and
even birds, got out of his way as quick as lightning if they
saw him stoop; and even grownup he had still spent a deal of
his time at quoits, dart-throwing, shooting at the wand,
bowls, ninepins and other quiet games of the aiming and
throwing sort - indeed he could do lots of things, besides
blowing smoke-rings, asking riddles and cooking, that I
haven't time to tell you about. There is no time now. While
he was picking up stones, the spider had reached Bombur, and
soon he would have been dead. At that moment Bilbo threw.
The stone struck the spider plunk on the head, and it dropped
senseless off the tree, flop to the ground, with all its legs
curled up.
        [ The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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once... lol
that would be a good addition but as blakyoshi7 points out some comestibles couldn't be counted.

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