War Frat 151st Infantryman
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 You're fighting A War Frat 151st InfantrymanThis is a member of the Frat Army's 151st Infantry division, affectionately called the "Roaring Drunks." Actually, it's not particularly affectionate. They're known for their incredible alcohol tolerance and their incredible propensity for violence.
And remember -- they're frat boys. Imagine the kind of violence and alcohol tolerance that a frat boy would find impressive.
Hit Message(s):
He shows you how to play a new drinking game, where every time he shotguns a beer, he hits you in the <nipple>. All in all, you don't much care for it. Eek! Ugh! Ugh! Ow! Ouch! Ouch!
He smacks you with his souped-up frat-paddle. You feel violated on a whole new level. Eek! Argh! Argh! Eek! Ooh!(sleaze damage)
He gets into a bitchin' meatcar and drunkenly runs you over. Let that be a lesson to you, kids. Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
He head-butts you with his beer helmet. Great, now you've got blood in his alcohol stream. Argh! Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ugh!
Critical Hit Message:
He shotguns three beers in rapid succession, then belches loud and long. The stench knocks you back six or seven feet, but at least it was out of the attic instead of the basement. Eek! Oof! Ow! Eek! Ouch!(stench damage)
Miss Message(s):
He tries to frat-paddle you, but you refuse to bend over. Wisely refuse, that is.
He tries to drive his bitchin' meatcar over you, but one of his buddies took his keys. Let that be a lesson to you, kids.
He tries to head-butt you with his beer helmet, but stops before he spills any precious beer.
He finally drinks one beer too many and has to go "make room" for more. Ew.
Fumble Message:
He downs a bottle of tequila, then staggers toward you. Halfway there, he falls over and passes out. That's right, you don't mess with tequila.
Occurs at The Battlefield (War Hippy Fatigues).
References
- The "151st Army Division" may be a reference to 151-proof rum.
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