UnGames:OBS 9000BC/Gcy
Outskirts of Miskapinitchwan[edit | edit source]
Strength:
Water: UGH!
Yomyoms: UGH!
Weapon: Bare fists
Barterstones:
Items:
Team with: Nobody, me real man.
Sun: Hour 0 of Day 1
Me tell Miskapinitchwan men club themselves. While only one speak Chichago (no good Chichago-speak), other ||| good understand message because me tone.
Guy who speak Chichago get big mad. He say: *UGH* YOU! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! BUT I CAN'T THINK OF A WAY TO PUNISH YOU!
Me say: WE HAVE FIGHT!
He punch me, he yell: NO, LET'S NOT FIGHT!
Me smack him in face. Y-YES, WE HAVE FIGHT!
He whack me in nuts with back of harpoon. NO, LET'S NOT FIGHT. I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT! MY FISTS ARE TOO FEEBLE! I need to get back in shape, dammit!
We clobber for good while, we bash for even longer. But we certainly no fight, that big certain.
He finally decide put me in jail, but first, he want "sack-torture" me. Me hope that no mean what me think it mean. So first, before "sack torture", he yell "HAHOOWAYAHOOHEYAHAH!", and other seaside tribe man grab me arms.