WHERE THE HELL ARE MY OVEN MITTS?

[Fire Griffin]

This morning, I walked into the kitchen and readied myself to throw another random something in the oven. THEN I FOUND OUT SOMETHING AWFUL.

HORRIBLE.

TERRIBLE.

You know what that WAS?

MY
OVEN
MITTS
WERE
MISSING.

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I last found them over here:

CRY FOR ME AND MY LOST MITTS, FOR THEY WERE IN THE POSSESSION OF THIS HORRIBLE MAN.

THEN THEY WERE GONE. I NEED TO GATHER UP MY HEARTS AND FILL THEM UP! SO I CAN SHOOT! MY SWORD WITH POWER!

Because I'm bored, I'm making a stupid game. You are to find my oven mitts at all costs.

Okay, here, have some stats.

Hit Points (HP): 20
Attack (ATK): 5
Defense (DEF): 5
Speed (SPD): 5
Intelligence (INT): 5
Magic Points (MP): 10

You get 20 to play around with. You can't put anything in HP though, that's determined by DEF. Same for MP too.

Okay, okay:
Attack determines physical damage.
Defense determines your repeling of damage and HP boosts per... uh... Level. Yeah, level.
Speed governs how well you dodge stuff.
Intellgence governs magic but does not provide an excuse to type like a poo.
MP cannot be attributed to since it's goverened by intelligence.

You can be any freakin' class you want. The more creative, the better special move you start out with! Maybe. I'll give you anything I want to give you.

Oh yeah, and I am the environment because I am too lazy to look for my own stupid oven mitts. You start off in the HORRIBLE FOREST OF FORESTRY:

(The white stuff? IT'S THE PORTAL TO YOUR DESTINY: MY OVEN MITTS, WHICH YOU SHALL BRING BACK TO ME.)

Oh yeah, this is a pseudo-roleplay too. If you join late, I'll throw you wherever I want to catch up. But you're more than likely at some forest right now. And you have to roleplay going through the typical forest. Any godmoddly things like blowing up the forest or growing Starwars Spaceships from the ground will result in me SCREAMING AND THE GIANT HAND OF RP-GOD WILL COME DOWN AND SQUISH YOU LIKE A MONTY PYTHON FOOT.

Maybe. This is not serious. The serious RPs will begin in the Role Playing forum.

PM me your stats before you start. Or you'll get squished by Monty Python feet.

PEOPLE IN THIS BECAUSE THEY ARE COOL

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(If you're right here, you can start RPing and I'll um... react because I'm a bunch of trees!)[/center]

Name: BlueRobotGirl (She can name herself something else here because I neglected to mention it!)
Character Name: " "
Class: Bad (not mad, just bad) Scientist
LVL: 1
EXP Total: 0
EXP Available: 0 (*)
HP: 20
ATK: 5
DEF: 5
SPD: 20
INT: 5
MP: 10
Special Moves List:
Hyper Nutty Gun Blast - 3 MP (4 if it's feeling moody)

* There is an EXP extra for each additional 5 stat points, like for say:
Stat - EXP Penalty Added - EXP Total to Upgrade
5-10 - +0 - 100
10-15 - +5 - 105
16-20 - +10 - 110
21-25 - +15 - 115
26-30 - +20 - 120
31-35 - +25 - 125
36-40 - +30 - 130
41-45 - +35 - 135
46-50 - +40 - 140
51-55 - +45 - 145
56-60 - +50 - 150
61-65 - +55 - 155
66-70 - +60 - 160
71-75 - +65 - 165
76-80 - +70 - 170
81-85 - +75 - 175
86-90 - +80 - 180
91-95 - +85 - 185
96-99 - +90 - 190

Yeah, the max is 99.

[bluerobotgirl]

BlueRobotGirl walked through the blank portal and into the forest. She looked around, seeing that either everybody was: far ahead, hiding, or nonexsistant.

Just in case they were hiding in ambush or far ahead, she began charging her Hyper Nutty Gun^TM.

Those oven mitts were as good as found. Maybe. Okay, maybe not. But it sure sounded cool and confident.

[Fire Griffin]

Meanwhile, in the bushes, there hid some crazy guys, wearing crazy hats. In some places, they were called Canadians, but in other places, they were just curlers.


(They were polite enough to remove their hats before having their photo taken.)

Somehow, they were able to hide their arena in a nearby bush, so often one would hear the sounds of stuff being curled around but not see anything.

But other than that, there were just birds. Birds and more birds. Some could say they were plotting demonic birdy things, in true Hitchcockian fashion, but for the most part, they were more interested in making obnoxious birdy noise to contribute to the background.