The Forum Prom of 2020

[Scott McLamok]

OOC: *Has a defiant grin* Do your worst.

*Scott picked up some dried food and stuffed them in a bag going outside he began slowly to the caves Lass's words were still hammering in his brain and it almost made him turn back....almost with a sigh Scott continued walking to the caves.*

[lass of something much]

OOC: AHHH!!!! Don't do that!!!! I don't want you to die!!!!!! bad chicken!!!!! Very, Very bad Chicken!!!!!!!

[Scott McLamok]

*Scott was lost in thought he had thrown his sling off long ago and in no time he was bach at the caves it gave him a sick feeling. Picking the biggest stinkiest cave Scott walked into the the dark.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*flies after Scott and picks him up by the scruff* No you don't. *takes Scott back to the mansion and sets him down gently* Buddy, you're not going to fight anybeast in that condition. You've got a broken arm, broken multiple other bones and have almost as many cuts and open wounds as Lass, if not more. I'm surprised you can even walk.

[Scott McLamok]

"Teer please let me do this I have to."

[lass of something much]

OOC: HAH!

[shisteer of nothing much]

"Teer please let me do this I have to."

Not a chance. I don't want you getting yourself killed. I consider you a friend, Scott, and I make it a general practice to look after my friends. Besides, if I let you get yourself killed, Lass would murder me on the forum and, if not in real life, she'd seriously maim me. So no, I'm not going to let you do this. Get some rest.

[Scott McLamok]

"Teer I need to do it my dreams don't come anymore but I won't rest until that thing is dead so please let me go I will feel restless and agitated until I kill it please Teer I have to do this."

[lass of something much]

OOC: Hmm... you're not going to succeed, sooo, I'll just call you.... quottie...

[Scott McLamok]

"Just let me before I get serious and I am not joking around"

[lass of something much]

Lass was half awake and half dead, but she could still hear, but could not speak, she was trying to, but couldn't.

OOC: Quottie, if you get your self killed, I will kill you.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Scott, I don't care if you want to kill those goblins. You are not currently in a state where you can kill anything at present. I doubt you could even kill a half baked muffin if I held it still for you. If it will make you feel any better, I'll go goblin hunting myself and kill the big one, but you're not going anywhere until I say you can.

[Scott McLamok]

*Grabs a muffin and swallows it in one massive gulp*
"Teer I have to do this it's my duty if you do it and I don't I will feel like a failure but if I died trying I would know I gave it my best shot.

[lass of something much]

OOC: you'd know only one thing, my wrath.

[Scott McLamok]

OOC: I will ignore all PMs