Caveman frat boy
| Caveman frat boy | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 451 |
| Locations | The Orcish Frat House (Bombed Back to the Stone Age) |
| Hit Points | 290 |
| Attack | 235 |
| Defense | 225 |
| No-Hit | 245 |
| Initiative | 20 |
| Meat | 40-60 |
| Phylum | orc |
| Elements | sleaze |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
| Drops | chunk of rock salt, ovoid leather thing, stone baseball cap |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting a caveman frat boyUnlike modern frat boys, this knuckle-dragging, simple-minded creature is only interested in food, sex, and beating the crap out of anything smaller than itself. Huh.
Unlike modern frat boys, this creature has a monosyllabic vocabulary. Huh.
Unlike modern frat boys, this creature doesn't drink beer, because it hasn't discovered how to ferment hops yet. There you go.
Hit Message(s):
not known
It raises its club high over its head and brings it smashing down on top of your head. Tiny tweeting birds appear and circle your bruised noggin', along with a couple of brightly-colored stars. Ow! Argh! Ouch! Ugh!
It tries to smash you with a fist, but you dodge.
It tries to smack you with its club, but you wouldn't be hit by any club that would have you as a member.
It tries to smash its club into your hindquarters, but you get you haul ass out of the way.
It tries to headbutt you, but it's a lousy headbutter. You'd butter believe it!
It raises its club high above its head, but you take this opportunity to tickle its ribs. It drops the club on its head, knocking itself out for a few minutes. (fumble message, perhaps?)
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 | You acquire an item: stone baseball cap (? chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: ovoid leather thing (? chance)* |
 | You acquire an item: chunk of rock salt (? chance)* |
| You gain ? <substat>. |
Occurs at The Orcish Frat House (Bombed Back to the Stone Age)
