Cold cutter
| Cold cutter | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1291 |
| Locations | The Nightmare Meatrealm |
| Hit Points | 300 |
| Attack | 200 |
| Defense | 200 |
| Initiative | 50 |
| Meat | 200-300 |
| Phylum | construct |
| Elements | cold |
| Resistance | ? |
| Monster Parts | arm, head, leg, torso |
| Drops | None |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a cold cutterYou hear a wet sound as a horrifying creature emerges from behind a salami cactus to face you. A cold cutter -- slabs of thin-sliced lunch meat, pasted together by foul magics into the shape of a man, and equipped with razor sharp claws as long as your forearm.
You only have a moment to register the hatred in its beady little olive loaf eyes before it's on top of you.
Hit Message(s):
It pummels you in the <head> with a cold, meaty fist. Brrrrrrrrrrr. (cold damage)
It slashes you from <head> to <head> with its bony claws. Eek! Ow! Oof!
It removes a slice of cold, cold lunch meat from its torso and hurls it wetly at your <head>. Yech. Brrrrrrrrrrr. (cold damage)
It makes a sandwich in which its meat is the bread and your meat is the meat. It's the worse sandwich you've ever been. Brrrrrrrrrrr. (cold damage)
It tries to throw a slice of itself at you, but you already had lunch.
It tries to slash you, but the slash turns out to be fiction.
It tries to pummel you with a cold, meaty fist, but you're having none of that baloney.
It trips over a nearby beef clod and falls claws-first to the ground. It takes a few moments for it to pull its claws loose from the moist, glistening meat. (FUMBLE!)
 | You gain 200-300 Meat (average: 250, stdev: 20.82)* |
Occurs at The Nightmare Meatrealm.
