Johnringo, the Netdragger
|Johnringo, the Netdragger|
|Monster Parts||arm, fin, head, torso|
A hush falls over the crowd as the announcer's voice gurbles forth from the speakers.
"The newcomer has made it to Round 14, the penultimate fight! He now faces Johnringo, the master of the dragnet."
Just the facts: this gladiator has molded his body to its ideal physical condition. He has spent hours training in the subtle art of the dragnet. He has lived only to fight and die in the Colosseum, and the fact he's still around means he's very, very, very good at what he does. He's just waiting for the signal to unleash hell.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
He uses the net to whip sand from the arena floor into your eyes. And you were just changing your contact lenses right then, too! Man!
He wraps you in the dragnet and squeezes you. It's a shame you're not a shaman.
He wraps you in the dragnet, drags you around the arena, publicly mocks you, then tightens the net until you choke. What a jerk.
He wraps the net around your throat and squeezes 'til your eyeballs bulge. Damn your eyes!
He whips the net across your face. You're somewhat nettled by the attack.
He wraps you in the net and drags you around for a while. It's a total drag.
He tries to drag you around, but you point out that you're neither Stevie Nicks nor Tom Petty's heart.
He tries to wrap the net around your throat, but you keep your neck muscles tight, old man.
He tries to whip the net across your face, but you're nettled enough that he would try that that you dodge.
He tosses the dragnet at you, but overthrows and hits one of the spectators instead. This is why no one should sit in the "splash zone" at the Coliseum.
He finishes fashioning a sling out of his net, and uses it to quickly heal some of his broken bones.
|Enemy regains X HP|
"The challenger wins!" yells the announcer.
"The defender doesn't seem too happy about that," the color-commentator adds.
"Isn't that his breathepan on the ground? I'm pretty sure he's dead, actually."
"I bet he isn't happy about that either!"
|You gain 80-120 Meat (average: 100, stdev: 8.56)*|
Occurs at the Mer-kin Colosseum
- This monster cannot be copied.