Sleaze werewolf
| Sleaze werewolf | |
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| Monster ID | 1401 |
| Locations | Dreadsylvanian Woods |
| Hit Points | Scales to player's stats |
| Attack | Scales to player's stats |
| Defense | Scales to player's stats |
| Initiative | 25 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | beast |
| Elements | sleaze |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | arm, head, leg, torso |
| Drops | groping claw, Dreadsylvanian Almanac page, Freddy Kruegerand |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting Skeevy-Eyes, Deer SqueezerA werewolf steps out from behind a tree and grins at you. "Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers at night can become a werewolf," he says, "but a man who leers at cleavage and watches porn at night can also become one."
Hit Message(s):
He gently caresses your neck with his greasy claws. It doesn't hurt physically, but it hurts your soul. Ow! Argh! Ouch! (sleaze damage)
He digs all the wax out of his ears, makes a ball out of it, and pelts you with it. It's pretty horrible. Eek! Ow! Ouch! (sleaze damage)
He drools thick ropes of drool, then shakes his head so they get all over you. Ugh. Eek! Argh! Ooh! (sleaze damage)
He pants into your ear, then sticks his tongue right in there. Ugh. Ooh! Oof! Eek! (sleaze damage)
He licks you with his gross tongue. Sleazy werewolf spit is actually slimier than other werewolf spit, which is pretty slimy itself. Ow! Ow! Ouch! (sleaze damage)
He thrusts his pelvis at you. It doesn't drive you insa-a-a-a-a-ne, but it certainly skeeves you out. Ooh! Ugh! Ugh! (sleaze damage)
He hugs you tightly, coating you with werewolf grease as he pants in your ear. As a final insult to injury, you're pretty sure he smacked your butt as he let go. Eek! Argh! Ugh! Argh! Ooh! (sleaze damage)
He tries to pant in your ear, but you tell him to keep his pants on.
He tries to lick you with his gross tongue, but you avoid a tongue lashing.
He tries to gently caress your neck, but you tell him you only like him as a friend.
He drools thick ropes of drool. What a droolin' fool!
He thrusts his pelvis at you, but it doesn't drive you insa-a-a-a-a-ane.
He tries to throw an earwaxball at you, but you dodge and gag at the same time.
He notices a couple of bunnies nearby are doing what bunnies do best (you know, eating carrots), and goes to watch for a minute. (FUMBLE!)
 | You acquire an item: groping claw (.1% chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: Dreadsylvanian Almanac page |
 | You acquire an item: Freddy Kruegerand |
Occurs at Dreadsylvanian Woods
Notes
- This monster cannot be copied.
- The Freddy Kruegerand and Dreadsylvanian Almanac page drops are not affected by item drop modifiers. They are similar to the beer lens drop and drops from crates. In particular, they can still drop after being stomped.
- The name, image, and introduction text of this monster are all randomly selected:
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You see a rustling in the bushes up ahead. You stop and creep forward cautiously, pulling back the bushes quietly so as not to disturb what's in there. You see a werewolf hunched over a rock, scratching an obscene drawing into its surface with a claw. He spins around as you approach. "Do you like it?" he says. "If you come back to my lair, I can show you all of my scratchings." "Um, no thanks," you say, and he attacks. | ||
| You trip on something slippery on the forest floor, and slide down an embankment into a puddle. When you regain your senses, you realize the puddle isn't water or mud or quicksand, or even espresso--it's congealed gravy. "Gross!" you shout.
"Some of us rather like it," a voice growls from behind you. You turn and see a werewolf wading ankle-deep through the gelatinous muck. | ||
| You see a werewolf leaning nonchalantly against a tree up ahead. You start to give him a wide berth, but he steps in a little too close to you before you can get away. "So, do you live around here often?" he asks.
"No..." you reply, "in fact, I'm here with someone, and I was just leaving..." "Nah, stick around!" he growls, caressing your cheek with a claw. "Tell me, do you have a little werewolf in you?" | ||
| You see a werewolf hunched over in a little clearing. He appears to be cleaning himself. It's a little gross, but it's nature's way--and who's to say you wouldn't do it if you could?
Then he looks up, locks eyes with you, and continues doing what he was doing. "Gross!" you shout, and he stops licking and attacks! | ||
| A werewolf steps out from behind a tree and grins at you. "Even a man who is pure of heart and says his prayers at night can become a werewolf," he says, "but a man who leers at cleavage and watches porn at night can also become one." | ||
