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{{battle|text=All lihcs are evil, there's no doubt about it. But this one -- even before he entered this terrible state of semi-undeath, he was the kind of guy that Jethro Tull used to sing about. | {{battle|text=All lihcs are evil, there's no doubt about it. But this one -- even before he entered this terrible state of semi-undeath, he was the kind of guy that Jethro Tull used to sing about. | ||
|hit=He pats you a little too familiarly on the {{part}} with an ectoplasmic tendril. {{ouch|3}} {{element| | |hit=He pats you a little too familiarly on the {{part}} with an ectoplasmic tendril. {{ouch|3}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
He stares deep into your soul, somehow undressing it with his eyes. {{ouch|3}} {{element| | He stares deep into your soul, somehow undressing it with his eyes. {{ouch|3}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
He leers suggestively at you, then explicitly explains what exactly he was suggesting. Gross, man. {{ouch|3}} {{element| | He leers suggestively at you, then explicitly explains what exactly he was suggesting. Gross, man. {{ouch|3}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
He flies halfway through you and hovers there, chuckling nastily. You will never, ever be clean again. {{ouch|3}} | He flies halfway through you and hovers there, chuckling nastily. You will never, ever be clean again. {{ouch|3}} | ||
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He leers suggestively at you, but you suggest he knock it off. | He leers suggestively at you, but you suggest he knock it off. | ||
|critical=He flies straight through you, leaving ectoplasm on your giblets and shame on your soul. {{ouch|3}} {{element| | |critical=He flies straight through you, leaving ectoplasm on your giblets and shame on your soul. {{ouch|3}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
|fumble=He loses concentration and his ectoplasm collapses to the floor. You wait for him to pull himself together.}} | |fumble=He loses concentration and his ectoplasm collapses to the floor. You wait for him to pull himself together.}} | ||
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Revision as of 03:05, 22 April 2011
| Dirty old lihc | |
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| Monster ID | 1071 |
| Locations | The Defiled Niche |
| Hit Points | 50 |
| Attack | 60 |
| Defense | 54 |
| Initiative | 50 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | undead |
| Elements | spooky |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head |
| Drops | salacious crumbs |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a dirty old lihcAll lihcs are evil, there's no doubt about it. But this one -- even before he entered this terrible state of semi-undeath, he was the kind of guy that Jethro Tull used to sing about.
Hit Message(s):
He pats you a little too familiarly on the <lower back> with an ectoplasmic tendril. Ooh! Ouch! Argh! (sleaze damage)
He stares deep into your soul, somehow undressing it with his eyes. Ow! Ow! Ouch! (sleaze damage)
He leers suggestively at you, then explicitly explains what exactly he was suggesting. Gross, man. Ugh! Oof! Argh! (sleaze damage)
He flies halfway through you and hovers there, chuckling nastily. You will never, ever be clean again. Eek! Argh! Oof!
He flies straight through you, leaving ectoplasm on your giblets and shame on your soul. Ugh! Eek! Argh! (sleaze damage)
He tries to hit on you, but his pick-up lines are decades out of date.
He tries to undress you with his eyes, but it doesn't work. Next time he should use his hands.
He flies at you, but you duck out of the way. You see him look back to check out your butt as he flies over.
He leers suggestively at you, but you suggest he knock it off.
He loses concentration and his ectoplasm collapses to the floor. You wait for him to pull himself together. (FUMBLE!)
Occurs at The Defiled Niche.
Notes
- While on the quest to get rid of the evil in The Cyrpt, a winning combat terminates with:
- You shudder as the dirty old lihc breathes its last. Wait, do lihces breathe?
- Either way, your Evilometer beeps three times.
References
- The monster is possibly a pun on a lecher/lech.
- In 1971 Jethro Tull sang about Aqualung
