Madiator
| Madiator | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1625 |
| Locations | The Roman Forum |
| Hit Points | 75% of Defense |
| Attack | Player's Moxie+4, min 10 |
| Defense | Player's Muscle+4, min 10 |
| Initiative | 40 |
| Meat | 12-18 |
| Phylum | dude |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | ? |
| Monster Parts | arm, body, head, leg |
| Drops | salt wages, madius |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting Egregious Flatus the MadiatorThis gladiator is even crazier than your normal Roman citizen, which is saying a lot when you're dealing with a civilization that eats candied quail gizzard and enjoys watching other people get slaughtered.
Even the sister-loving, horse-executing, city-burning-fiddlers are a little leery of him.
Hit Message(s):
He accuses your <giblets> of looking at him insouciantly, and punches it. Argh! Ooh! Oof! Ooh! Ow!
He says that the devil is living inside your right earlobe, and does his best to exorcise it. Eek! Argh! Ow!
He says you're a part of the conspiracy, puts on a tin-foil helmet, and headbutts you. Eek! Eek! Oof! Ugh! Ooh!
He says, "you're working with the aliens, aren't you?" and stabs you in the <giblets>. Argh! Eek! Ugh!
He says that the clocks on the water tower are screaming again, punches you in the ears to make it stop. Ooh! Argh! Ooh! Ouch! Ooh!
He says that your <giblets> is actually a mind-control device, and hacks it off for you. Argh! Ugh! Ugh!
He pulls out his trident and shouts "SURPRISE!" as you see that it's tipped with rotten fish rather than sharp spikes. You laugh, but quickly stop laughing as he tries to impale you on it anyway. Ooh! Eek! Oof! (stench damage)
He says your <giblets> is looking at him insouciantly, but you don't even know what that means.
He says that the devil is living inside your right earlobe, but you don't believe him.
He says you're a part of the conspiracy, but you tell him you've never been much of a joiner.
He accuses you of working with the aliens, but you say you've never even met them.
He says that the clocks on the water tower are screaming again. You smile and nod.
He says your <giblets> is a mind-control device, but you tell him it's actually just an alien implant.
He drops his sword, probably because of the comically-oversized gloves that he's wearing. He drops to his knees and starts reciting Plato's Republic backwards in Spanish. (FUMBLE!)
 | You gain 12-18 Meat. (average: 15, stdev: 1.58)* |
 | You acquire an item: madius (2% chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: salt wages (10% chance)* |
Occurs at The Roman Forum.
