Grease Trapper
| Grease Trapper | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1702 |
| Locations | A Crowd of Adventurers |
| Hit Points | ? |
| Attack | ? |
| Defense | unknown |
| Initiative | 0 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | dude |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | ? |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
| Drops | |
| Manuel | grease trap |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a Grease TrapperThe guy ahead of you in line is dressed in a patchwork of furs from all different animals, which is kind of interesting. You tap him on the shoulder to ask him about them, and your hand makes a sort of splok noise and come back with some kind of musky oil on it.
"Pretty good, eh?" the trapper says with a wink. "That's buck oil. Nice manly smell. Lotsa pheromones in it. I sell a lot of that." He holds up a handful of yellowy paste. "Interest you in some beaver grease? It's useful for all kind of things. Slick back your hair, smear some on toast... I got some of the stuff they squeeze out of the anal glands and use to flavor strawberry ice cream, too, if yer innerested."
Given the choice between throwing up or attacking him, you choose the latter.
Hit Message(s):
He demonstrates one of the traps he uses to catch animals, and you're forced to gnaw your foot off to escape. Ugh! Ugh! Ooh!
His attack doesn't quite hit, but it splashes some kind of grease onto you and eurrrgh. Ooh! Ouch! Ugh! (sleaze damage)
He throws a snare around your neck and gives you a good old fashioned throttlin'. Ooh! Eek! Ouch!
He bashes you with a special padded club he uses so as to not spoil your pelt. Eek! Ouch! Argh!
The trapper grabs you in a big ol' bear hug. Oh god, you are never going to get the smell out. (sleaze damage)
He starts to attack you, but his coonskin cap slips down over his eyes.
He throws a snare around your neck, but your head slips right out of the greasy noose.
He tries to use one of his animal traps on you, but fortunately it's all slippery from muskrat oil and your foot slides right out.
He tries to club you, but his club is slippery from all the beaver grease and slides off your armor.
The trapper starts giving you his sales pitch for cougar oil, and you put your hands over your ears and hum loudly until he's done. (FUMBLE!)
 | You gain Meat. |
 | You acquire... something. (% chance)* |
Occurs at A Crowd of Adventurers (Sleaziest Adventurer contest).
References
- Castoreum is the stuff they squeeze out of beavers' anal glands, and yes, they use it as strawberry (and raspberry and vanilla) flavouring. Bon appétit!
