Cold hobo
| Cold hobo | |
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| Monster ID | 690 |
| Locations | Exposure Esplanade |
| Hit Points | 500 |
| Attack | 350 |
| Defense | 315 |
| No-Hit | 360 |
| Initiative | 100 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | hobo |
| Elements | cold |
| Resistance | ? |
| Monster Parts | arm, head, leg, torso |
| Drops | Blizzards I Have Died In, freezin' bindle, frigid air mattress, hobo nickel, Maxing, Relaxing |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting Daddy "Frigid Jim" EricksonA snowball lands at your feet with a resounding paffff. You look up and see a hobo busily making snowballs on the roof of a nearby building. "Get this chip out of my head!" he says, and lobs another snowball.
"What?" you say, dodging.
"I said get this here alien technology out of my skull! You think that just because you work the concessions, you're a grease knuckle? You think just because you're a dung mammoth, you can addle my brain-pan?" He leaps off the roof and charges you, getting angrier and less coherent by the second.
or
A hobo regards you with a glassy-eyed stare as you walk past. "Hey. Buddy. Hey," he says. "Are you a part of the Trepa Nation?"
"Nope," you say. "I was part of the Rhythm Nation for a while, but I got tired of all the big shoulderpads."
"Oh, well, you gotta join up!" he says. "Y'see, you can't trust your senses, because they lie to you. But once I use this big icicle to make a hole in your skull, you'll be able to see the world for what it really is!"
"Uh, no thanks," you say, but he advances on you. Looks like he's not going to take 'no,' or 'arrrgh stop it dear god it hurts,' for an answer.
or
You see a hobo climb out of a little makeshift igloo. "Wow," you say, "it's an honest-to-goodness eskimobo!"
The hobo glares at you. "Inuit," he growls.
"How exotic your language is! Inuit to you as well, eskimobo!" you reply.
"No, consarn it," he says, "I mean that 'Inuit' is the preferred nomenclature. 'Eskimobo is an ignorant, derogatory term, and it makes us really, really mad."
"Okay, okay," you say. "Geez, you eskimoboes sure are a cranky people..."
or
A hobo who looks like he's wearing an entire refrigerator lumbers up to you. "All right, everyone," he says, cocking a fist back, "chill!"
"Wow, what a god-awful pun," you say. "Look, I'm not looking for trouble, here..."
"I'm afraid my condition has left me cold to your entreaties," he says. "I'm going to have to put you on ice!"
or
You slip on a patch of ice and slide right into a sleeping hobo. "Razzin-frammin' penguins slidin' around all over my lawn!" he shouts, charging toward you with murder (and sleep) in his bloodshot eyes.
Hit Message(s):
unknown
He holds you down and washes your face with snow. You flash back to the halcyon days of your youth, which really, really sucked. Ugh! Ooh! Ooh! Ow! (cold damage)
He tries to slip snow down the back of your pants, but you cover your ass.
He slips on a patch of ice and slides off down the alley. You quickly set up a bunch of trash cans for him to slide into, and celebrate when he knocks them all down. Strike!
unknown (FUMBLE!)
He fills his mouth with snow and gives you a frostbite. Get it? Oh yeah, you got it.
 | You loss X hit points. (cold damage) |
He pours out a bottle of cheap wine, forming a little red ice-skating rink. You slip and fall in a way that looks hilarious but is pretty painful.
| You loss X hit points. (cold damage) |
Occurs at Exposure Esplanade
Notes
- The name, image, and introduction text of this monster are all randomly selected.
- An as-yet-undetermined mechanism allows hobos to use special attacks. These attacks do a great deal more damage than normal attacks and don't seem to interact with defensive abilities.
- After causing damage, one of these two messages appears:
| You loss X hit points. Cold Damage |
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