Porkpocket
| Porkpocket | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1704 |
| 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 | porkpocket |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a PorkpocketSuddenly, your pocket feels a bit lighter. You turn to see a woman in ragged gray cloak tucking your wallet into her sleeve, and smirk. "Joke's on you," you say, "that's the empty wallet I use to trick pickpockets." She checks the wallet to confirm that it is indeed empty, and tosses it back to you with a sniff. As you put it back in your pocket, you notice that the pocket in question is coated with some sort of unpleasant-smelling grease. "What in the--" you say. "What is this?"
"Bacon grease," she replies, brushing her stringy black hair out of her eyes and leaving a glistening smear across her forehead in the process. "Helps the wallets slide out easier."
Hit Message(s):
She slips underneath your guard and stabs you in the <throat>. Eek! Eek! Ouch!
Her knife slides between your ribs so easily, you won't even notice until later. Ugh! Ooh! Ooh!
She throws a glob of pig fat at you. Argh, right in the eye! Eek! Oof! Oof! (sleaze damage)
She darts forward like greased lightning and clocks you with a fist that smells of old porkchops. Ooh! Ouch! Ouch! (sleaze damage)
She watches impassively as your feet suddenly slip out from under you and you crack your head on the floor. "Yep," she replies to your unasked question. Ow! Oof! Argh!
Her dagger slips out of her hand. "Crap," she mutters," pulling out another one.
You barely manage to dodge out of the way as she skids toward you on greased shoes.
She tries to stab you, but fortunately her knife slides off of your armor.
She slips under your guard and attacks, but you dodge. By which I mean, slip in the grease and fall down just at the right time.
Her dagger slips out of her hand. "Crap," she mutters," pulling out another one. (FUMBLE!)
She holds up her palm to block your attack, and your weapon just slides right off of it.
 | You gain Meat. |
 | You acquire... something. (% chance)* |
Occurs at A Crowd of Adventurers (Sleaziest Adventurer contest).
