Savage Beatnik
| Savage Beatnik | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1682 |
| Locations | A Crowd of Adventurers |
| Hit Points | 0 |
| Attack | 0 |
| Defense | 0 |
| Initiative | 0 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | dude |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
| Drops | |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a Savage BeatnikYou catch the eye of one of the other entrants in the Coolest Adventurer in the Kingdom contest; he's a lanky guy in a tight black turtleneck, wearing a black beret and a pointed goatee. He looks you up and down, and takes a long drag on his longer cigarette holder.
"If my competition is a load of brownshoe clydes like you, daddy-o," he says with a sniff, "then this gig is already in the bag."
Hit Message(s):
He introduces you to a couple of his pals, which turn out to be a flick-knife and a set of knuckle-dusters. Ouch! Ow! Ow!
He reads you some of his arrythmic and unrhyming poetry. You start hitting yourself in the head to stay awake. Argh! Ooh! Eek!
He falls on you like the fuzz falls on a hophead. I mean like, hard, you dig? Oof! Ouch! Ooh!
He sees the best <lower back> of his opponent destroyed by madness and repeated punches. Ow! Ow! Ow!
He rolls his eyes at you and traces a square in the air with two fingers.
He tries to read poetry at you, but you've learned to keep earplugs handy for just such a situation.
"This fighting jazz is such a drag, man," he says. "Why don't you just hoof it back home to Squaresville, and save us both some grief?"
He rolls his eyes at you and traces a square in the air with two fingers.
He stops attacking for a moment to punctuate the action with a burst of bongo-playing. (FUMBLE!)
Occurs at A Crowd of Adventurers (Smoothest Adventurer contest).
