Orcish juvenile delinquent
Orcish juvenile delinquent | |
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Monster ID | 954 |
Locations | Kegger in the Woods |
Hit Points | 80 |
Attack | 35 |
Defense | 40 |
Initiative | 50 |
Meat | 4-6 |
Phylum | orc |
Elements | sleaze |
Resistance | None |
Monster Parts | head, arm, leg, torso |
Manuel Entry | |
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This is an orcish frat boy's little brother. His idolization of his older brother's douchebaggery, filtered through an adolescent set of hormones, makes him quite possibly the least appealing monster you've ever encountered.
Given that you've fought creatures made entirely out of gooey eyeballs, that's saying something.
Hit Message(s):
He says, "don't get in my face, brah!" and punches you in the nose. Ow!
He gives you a drunken hug, and he's practically drowning in big brother's cologne. Oof! (sleaze damage)
He tries to knock you out with a piece of roofing shingle. He can't throw hard enough to do so, but it still hurts. Oof!
He whacks you in the hindquarters with a frat paddle. It's not as painful as a frat-boy-driven paddle, but it's more humiliating. Oof!
He hits you in the hindquarters with a paddle, then in the face with a rock from his slingshot. Who would have thought baby frat boys were even more douchey than the full-grown ones? Ugh!
He starts to make fun of you, but his voice cracks and he's too embarrassed to continue.
He tries to give you a drunken hug, but you sidestep it.
He asks if you'll go buy him some more beer. Your response involves several different hells of no.
He makes fun of your outfit. You smirk inwardly, because at least you aren't wearing eight layered polo shirts with popped collars.
He's too busy trying to score with some of the sorority-orcs-in-training to attack this round. (FUMBLE!)
![]() | You gain 4-6 Meat (average: 5, stdev: 0.71)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: plastic cup of beer |
You gain 8-9 <substat>. |
Using a plastic cup of beer:
Having dispatched the frat boy, you wander off to a different part of the party.
Occurs at Kegger in the Woods.