Doctor Com looks at Kenrel, "Pleasure to meet you! Names Doctor Com. And... What are you?" he says.
OoC: Can I have a pic of him?
OoC: Somewhat odd, a 'Hard Boiled sleuth' maybe. I plan on narrating in MSPA style. Second person.
Problem Sleuth tends to see himself as a hard-boiled prohibition-era detective, getting calls from HYSTERICAL DAMES while lazing about on his desk. He's has a penchant for monologuing in old 30's film noir style at times, and it's a bit difficult to figure out what he's talking about occasionally. Initially in the beginning of the game, Problem Sleuth has trouble doing simple tasks, and tends to spend a lot of time doing absurd things such as stubbing his toe on cinder blocks, wrapping himself up in recording tape as a mummy, throwing his PHONE out the window, peeing on CLOWN paintings, building FORTS, committing suicide, and is seemingly inept at accomplishing anything meaningful. He is very jealous of ACE DICK, as Ace Dick is able to get all the "good cases". This is most likely due to Problem Sleuth's own inability, or more probable that it's just because he's LOCKED IN HIS OWN OFFICE. When you first start playing PROBLEM SLEUTH it is quite obvious that Problem Sleuth isn't nearly as capable as he believes he is or just a guy who has a fairly decent IMAGINATION. As you progress through the game, and he achieves a few VICTORIOUS MOMENTS, leveling up from successful battles, he proves to be the effective straight man compared to the other two heroes, actually carrying out some of those hard-boiled lines as he's dealing effective attacks and final blows.
Discord and Eris leave the world.
OoC: Lets see, how many characters do I have?
Ferdinand
Doctor Com
Roland
Steve
Gaylor
About five... is that too much? However, Ferdinand dosn't do much, neither does Gaylor or Steve... I'll put them on a bus as soon as I can find a bus stop, leaving Roland and Doctor Com... and me.
OOC: Yeah, might as well get rid of the Minecraft guys. Lets try out this new lad, see how he works out.
AEanna watched the Witcher and the werewolf from the previous day squabbling, and sighed.
"Never a moment of peace in this world." She decided to leave them at it, unless they started to become a problem, at which point she would intervene.
Geralt sees his sword go flying before casting Aard to knock the creature back while he rolled away, throwing a silver dagger at the evil creature. "I need my silver sword." He mumbles.
OOC: @Wacky You don't really need fanart. He's a regular human in appearance, mid to late teens. Bald, African American, and has unnaturally blue eyes. Or empty sockets, depending.
Geralt shakes his head and stands up, groaning. If he had his silver sword he could have been done with this beast. Ignii. He points at Grubbs and fires leaps from his fingers at the creature while he runs off in the direction his sword was thrown.
AEanna groaned as Geralt and the werewolf laid into each other. The glare of the sun was starting to give her a headache, and the roars and shouting weren't helping at all. She went closer to them, stopping at a safe distance and waved her arms over her head.
"HEY! Will you two please stop this foolishness?"
Grubbs roars and sends a tentacle to grab geralts leg. It latches on and lifts Geralt into the air just 3inches of the ground. Grubbs brought the tentacle back. "Say sorry."
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