Martial Arts Insanity

[Eclectric]

Name: Grorndor Fragilebat
Color: burgandy
Age: 26
Gender: male
Martial Arts Style: Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker
Major Flaw/Weakness: Though Grorndor has perfect hearing, he can't understand words well. His brain just can't decipher words well. Thus he often misunderstands what people say or yells the classic broken hearing-aid "WHAT?!"
Physical Description: Has long, black hair and a fairly long bread. They give him a lion-like look. He's about 6' tall and he's strong all right, but not huge. His eyes are narrow and focused as though he needs glasses. He's often seen wearing a dark teal robe without a sash, wearing only tighty whities underneath. He also wears wooden sandals.
Bio: He has almost no memory of his childhood. From the time he was 9 he was on his own and took care of himself. For a while he was in the circus and lifted things (weights, animals, people) for a small living. Later on he claimed a few acres of land in the countryside around KFC. He started a farm there and worked on it for several years until he was unable to make his payments and the bank seized the land. Now he works at the KFC (kentucky fried chicken) in KFC (karate fight city). Despite the urgings of his manager he has never worn a hair net.

[Josiah]

((Just you so know, when you want to join an RP that's been running for a while it's usually best to post in that RP's OOC thread first and ask permission. But you seem to have a made a pretty good character and this RP could use some more active posters to get it moving again, so I'll approve your character. Feel free to write youself in whenever you're ready.))

[Eclectric]

((Just you so know, when you want to join an RP that's been running for a while it's usually best to post in that RP's OOC thread first and ask permission. But you seem to have a made a pretty good character and this RP could use some more active posters to get it moving again, so I'll approve your character. Feel free to write yousrelf in whenever you're ready.))

Mmm... sorry. I'm still learning... I've never been on a forum before so I don't really understand some things... but this is how I learn I suppose.

[Eclectric]

Grorndor walks in unsuspecting into Dreadfully Disgusting Deserts is hit between the eyes with broccoli. "What's this?" Grornder looks down at the broccoli, seemingly unaware that there's a fight going on around him. "Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker, FIVE SECOND RULE!" Grorndor picks up the broccoli and eats it. "Free food but blah, get what I pay for..." Grorndor notices the fight going on. "Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker, truck tires of fury!" Grorndor pulls a large truck tire from seemingly nowhere and hurls it into the room, and the accuracy is so terrible that it's impossible to tell what he was aiming at; instead of hitting anyone it smashes through the window and keeps flying afterward, and the sound of another window breaking in the distance can be heard a few seconds after. Grorndor squints and gets his target. "Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker, truck tires of fury!" He tosses several more truck tires in the same fashion, breaking the same window again twice, knocking a picture frame off the wall and breaking it, hitting one of the ice cream men directly in the face and smacking him to the floor, knocking the lobster off of Sebastian's head, and smashing the counter in several places.

[Josiah]

"Um, is he with you?" Thad asked the Deadly Dessert Miesters as he dodged a tire.

"Us? I thought he was with you."

"Super Fist of Whatever I Have in My Pockets, Giant Tire Shield!" Thad reaches into his pockets and pulls out a massive shield designed to protect specifically against large truck tires. "And they said I shouldn't bother carrying this thing around. Well who's laughing now, huh?"

"Me!" one of the Dessert Miesters promptly bursts out in a loud and very annoying laugh.

"Gah, that's annoying!" Twisty stopped eating the pudding surrounding her and made what was supposed to be a very angry face, though it ended up looking more cute and pouty. "Super Fist of the Really Really Really Big Hammer, Special Technique: Pudding Escaping Burst!!!" she shot out of the pudding and high into the air. It would have been a really cool move, if they were outdoors instead of in a building with a low ceiling. A low ceiling that she crashed into, dropping her mallet and falling painfully to the ground. On the bright side, said mallet ended up hitting the laughing miester in the head, knocking him completely unconscious.

[Eclectric]

"Oh wow! those ice cream guys are annoying... I'll fight against them, yeah! Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker, ragin' cagin' muffler!" Grorndor pulls out a muffler out of seemingly nowhere and holds it in one hand, twirling it a bit, then holding it at his side. Letting out a crazy-sounding wail he holds the muffler behind his back like a bat, then leaps forward with unrealistic distance and speed. He strikes an ice cream guy square in the chest as he lands and smacks him against the wall with great force. The ice cream guy slides slowly down to the ground afterward, unconscious. Grorndor swings his muffler around in the air madly and wildly. "I expected a challenge!" "Grorndor leaps at the nearest ice cream guy, holding his muffler at his side and about to swing it.

[Giga-Gar]

Meanwhile, Sambrahn had no idea where he was, what was going on around him, and the fact one of the desert guys covered him in low-fat strawberry yogurt. Instead, he was daydreaming about the most important thing in his life; girls. But while he was daydreaming, he failed to notice a tire that was hurtling right at his face which sent him on a one way trip back to reality.

"Owwww... What was that? Where am I? Who are these people? And where's that blonde?"

[Eclectric]

Grorndor spins around 360 degrees once, twirling down to the ground, and he smacks the ice cream guy straight across the head, knocking him out instantly. He also smashes the counter to bits and tears a huge hole in the wall.

[Giga-Gar]

"I reiterate, what happened to that blond?" Sambrahn asked dazedly before getting hit by yet another monster truck tire.

[Josiah]

Twisty, still dazed from her close encounter with the ceiling, miraculously managed to dodge all the tires while staggering about in a cute ditzy fashion.

Meanwhile, Thad deciding to take on a more offensive roll, pulled a battering ram out of his pocket and charged at the nearest Dessert Miester. Unfortunately, he ran right over an icing slick and went skidding out of control. However, that was even more unfortunate for the Dessert Miester in question since an guy skidding around out of control with a battering ram, can do just as much damage as a guy who is completely in control of a battering ram. Thad flattened the poor sap (and most of the pastry display) before crashing into a giant sticky bun.

"Whew..." he muttered. "That was close. Good thing this was here to stop me." he tried to pull himself off of the sticky bun. "Or not... Uh, can I get a hand here?"

[PoikSpirit]

"Mmm... Mint, my favorite." Joe met his current predicament with plastic spoons at the ready. "Super Fist of the Eating Ice Cream!"

"Alright. You're not supposed to be enjoying this," remarked an annoyed Dessert Meister, Millard K. Shaik. Mill then turned a fire hose nozzle towards Joe and pulled the trigger. "Eat chocolate syrup!"

"Gladl-" But Joe was cut off by a stream of chocolate, and thrown back against a wall.

((I shouldn't post in this RP while I'm hungry...))

[Eclectric]

Grorndor sees the chocolate syrup steam and spins around. "Super Fist of the Rambling Beer Trucker, Bottle Technique!" Grorndor pulls an empty glass bottle out of seamingly nowhere and leaps at the hose, then jams it into the chocolate sauce hose and hits the bottle with a muffler to make sure it's firmly in. The hose blows up a moment later, spewing chocolate everywhere.

[PoikSpirit]

"Man, I was enjoying that." Joe looked down at his clothes, "Something tells me I'm getting fired."

"That's the least of your problems, pal," Mill growled, "who's going to pay for my hose?"

"Umm... Who cares?" Joe stated, standing. "Super Fist of the Plastic Utensil Throwing, Plastic Ladle Club!"

What? There's only so much you can do with the standard plastic utensil set.

Right, so Joe charged at the angry chocolate wielding fiend to try and steal the broken hose. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Because everyone needs an awesome battlecry. Unfortunately, another dessert meister saw him running by and clotheslined him with an oversized ice cream scoop.

"I'm beginning to see a pattern emerging."

[Josiah]

Meanwhile, Twisty managed to regain consciousness and went to retrieve her mallet, which was unfortunately being guarded by a rather large Dessert Miester.

"Aw, you're so cute..." he cooed as he caught sight of her. "Yes you are, aren't you?"

Eyes narrowed, Twisty grabbed her mallet and swung it into the Miester's chest.

"Ouch!!!" he yelled, despite appearing to be relatively unphased by the blow. "Why'd you do that?!? It looks like I, Flambe, will have to teach you some manners! Super Fist of the Flaming Dessert, Ultimate Flambe!!!" he suddenly burst into flames.

"Eek!" Twisty jumped back before the flames could scorch her clothes.

Flambe stared at her, a wicked grin on his face, then opened up his mouth and yelled, "ARGH!!! I'm on fire! It burns! IT BURNS!!!!"

[Giga-Gar]

Soon after getting hit on the head with another tire, Sambrahn was then hit on the head with Joe's plastic ladle. Luckily, that wasn't has heavy as the tire, but it was still annoying. After looking for where the ladle came from he noticed Joe struggling against a dessert meister who had stopped him. So, using that wonder brain of his, Sambrahn ran towards the dessert meister and yanked on the back of his shirt while he was yanking on Joe's shirt.

...Needless to say, the results wern't good. Sambrahn slipped on some chocolate syrup and pulled a little to hard, causing the ladle and ice-cream scooper to fly in the air, the desert meister to fall backwards, which caused Joe to fall backwards. Both of them landed in a heap on Sambrahn, who was then hit on the head with both the ladle and the scooper.

"Today is not my day..."