There's been a distinct lack of things for me to punch on this ship. It's driving me crazy.

Not Tycho-I'm-Gonna-Start-Talking-To-Voices-Crazy, but still crazy.

Are there... like side of beef hanging anywhere that I can practice on? I'll... tenderize them or some shit.

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I have been here an entire day now and there is still nothing to punch. Not even a punching bag.

I would suspect I was in Hell, but I don't see the devil anywhere telling me it's rematch time. Also Tycho's enjoying it too much. Hell should be hell for everyone, damnit.

Okay, so I get a new training book and what happens? Bam, I'm in a library in the middle of another world place dimension time thing ( Read more... )

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Character's Series Penny Arcade Adventures: On The Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness
Characters Name: John "Gabe" Gabriel
Age:32
Sex: Male
Abilities and Weapons Boxing. Lots, and lots, and lots and lots of boxing. Punching in general. Punching humans, punching monsters, punching ( Read more... )

A boxing partner.

Not a sparring partner. People kicking or using swords or shit like that. I'm looking for someone to box with me. Best way of fighting there is.

C'mon, I can't be the only boxer in this damn place. Do I have to call up the freaking devil again?

I'm gonna say this. Night time is totally the best time for the board walk. I mean, it's nice and open and there's all sorts of fun shit. For example, I won this ball at the ring toss.

Okay, well, I lost and I threatened to break the guy's skull, but the point is I have this cool ball. Tycho, catch!

...Okay, who the fuck are you. And why the hell are you dressed like that?

[[OOC: Hooked up to Ladd. Punching will ensue.]]

Okay, that thing the other day? With all the freaky monster things and the big giant monsters fighting?

Can we have more of that? That was freaking awesome.

Gabe runs out into the square, his spiked knuckles drenched in the blood of... something or other. His face was split into a huge grin, despite being covered in muck and gore, his spiky hair stiffer than usual under the weight of monster guts ( Read more... )