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    368 KB Street Fighter Quest Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:28 No.17800595  
    Welcome to the World of Street-Fighter. A new Street Fighter tournament has been announced, and as an up and coming young fighter you hope to enter and prove yourself as a warrior.

    There is one problem. You don't exist yet.

    Let's make a World Warrior!

    First are you a boy, or a girl? Roll 1d100, highest of the first three wins.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:30 No.17800610
    rolled 80 = 80

    Man man man man man man man man man
    >> s 02/04/12(Sat)07:30 No.17800612
    rolled 23 = 23

    sure ill play
    rolling for dude
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:32 No.17800617
    I am DAN HIBIKI for he is the greatest gender there is!!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:33 No.17800626
    rolled 66 = 66

    We are the manliest man to ever man the men.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:34 No.17800628
    rolled 10 = 10

    chick cus big boobs
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:34 No.17800630
    a huge hulky homosexual?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:35 No.17800633
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:36 No.17800640
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    rolled 87 = 87

    Rolling for Tropic Thunder Tom Cruise
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)07:36 No.17800641
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    You are overwhelmingly male!

    Next up, 1d100 for country of origin. Highest of the first three wins.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:36 No.17800643
    Zanzibar, although are parents are from India
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800646
    rolled 14 = 14

    Principality of Sealand
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800649
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    rolled 38 = 38


    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800653
    rolled 69 = 69

    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800654
    Freddie Mercury!? Farrokh Bulsara was Parsi!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800655
    rolled 57 = 57

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:38 No.17800656
    rolled 8 = 8

    We hail from the mighty empire of Mongolia!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:39 No.17800658
    rolled 40 = 40

    New Zealand!
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)07:40 No.17800665
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    You are a Frenchman!

    1d100 for martial art. In-universe martial arts are acceptable. Highest of first three wins.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:40 No.17800667
    rolled 60 = 60

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:40 No.17800668
    rolled 8 = 8

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:40 No.17800669
    Did someone say Poland?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:40 No.17800670
    rolled 92 = 92


    Drunken Boxing
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:41 No.17800673
    Farsi (fuck you, I speak the language and it is pronounced with an f) people aren't in possession of their own country, because fuck them. Farsi are Indian. Just a specific kind of Indian.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:41 No.17800674
    rolled 11 = 11


    Mime Fighting
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:41 No.17800675
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    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:41 No.17800676
    rolled 53 = 53

    Haha, this
    >> s 02/04/12(Sat)07:44 No.17800693
    rolled 91 = 91

    dammit i wanted to see a mime fighter.

    hell put up invicible walls for defence.
    drop invisible weights on the enemy.
    release invisible tigers.

    >subzero's COME OVER HERE
    >using invisible rope.

    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)07:44 No.17800695
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    Your style of choice is 'drunken boxing!'

    No surprise, you are a Frenchman after all.

    Now, a name. 1d100, best of three. Obvious jokes like 'assfaggot' will be disregarded.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:44 No.17800700
    rolled 65 = 65

    Plume Fromage
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:45 No.17800703
    rolled 67 = 67


    Louis de Funes
    >> s 02/04/12(Sat)07:45 No.17800704
    rolled 28 = 28

    Leslie Grecque
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:47 No.17800715
    rolled 53 = 53

    Richard Cheeze
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:48 No.17800721
    For the soundtrack to this thread, Guile theme and Street Fighter 3 Third Strike:


    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:48 No.17800722
    rolled 94 = 94

    Monsiuer Grand Fromage
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:49 No.17800730
    rolled 17 = 17

    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)07:52 No.17800740
    You are Louis De Funes, drunken boxer hailing from the wine soaked street of Marseilles, France. Perhaps your love of the grape comes from national pride, maybe it is because you were named for an actor and never lived it down.

    Either way, you have perfected your martial art to the point that you are as confidant as only a Frenchman can be, and ready to show the world your skill.

    Oh, but I forgot about your uniform! How do you dress, Mr De Funes? 1d100, first of three. Images shall be counted alongside writing.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:52 No.17800741
    rolled 53 = 53


    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:53 No.17800743
    rolled 35 = 35

    We dress to be as fly like the link
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:54 No.17800747
    rolled 35 = 35


    French peasant rags
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:55 No.17800751
    rolled 23 = 23

    In a periwig, sunglasses, and disco pants.
    No shirt.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:58 No.17800763
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    rolled 92 = 92

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:58 No.17800764
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    rolled 67 = 67

    how about like this?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:59 No.17800766
    Oh god why am I laughing so hard
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)07:59 No.17800768
    rolled 9 = 9

    Ahahahahawe're not that drunk.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:03 No.17800784
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    You are a member of the most prestigious Gendarmerie, why the tales they tell of you in barracks all over France are the like of legends!

    You have heard tales of the Street Fighter tournament, were the best fighters duke it out to be declared the World Champion. You have also heard it is connected to the criminal organization, Shadaloo.

    Your superiors have chosen you to infiltrate the fighting ring and discover the secrets of Shadaloo.

    A message is sent, with a picture. Your first match is to be in the interior of India, against an Englishman named Birdie.

    The picture is old and grainy, showing a sickly thin figure, pale white with a punk mohawk. He does not seem tough.

    Before you go, you recieve a call from Interpol, asking that you come and meet with them. Will you go, or will you stay?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:05 No.17800793

    Sure, let's get some info from Interpol.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:05 No.17800798
    rolled 20 = 20

    Let the booze decide.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:05 No.17800799
    rolled 95 = 95

    Meet up with Interpol.
    Stock up on fine wine beforehand, though
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:07 No.17800808
    rolled 81 = 81


    Meet with interpol, buy some fortified wine
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:15 No.17800839
    You make sure to bring your wine, drinking from a bottle as you go. Though you wear your uniform, it is in complete disarray. It has been some time since you last shaved, and you are certainly not meeting regulation standards.

    The Interpol agent who contacted you was waiting at a nearby hotel. A gruff, middle-aged man meets you. He seems hostile, as he grudgingly hands over a folder.

    "This is our list of all known Shadaloo operatives," he mutters through his thick moustache. "Your government requested we give it to you. Interpol has its own agents in play. Try not to get in their way." He pulls on a hat and leaves, quick to be rid of you.

    You flip through your file as you head to the airport. A long list of names, one of which catches your eye. So this Birdie you are meant to fight is one of Shadaloo's agents? That should make your task easier.

    The flight is long and boring. You pass the time reading your file, and drinking your wine. Just as you leave France however, armed men burst out of their cabin, shouting for everyone to stay in their seats, threatening to kill anyone who so much as twitches.

    1d100, best out of first three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:17 No.17800853
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    rolled 14 = 14

    Then drunkenly dodge their bullets and beat their shit out while they're trying to figure out what the fuck just happened
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:17 No.17800855
    rolled 28 = 28

    Drinking isn't twitching right? Keep drinking.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:19 No.17800866
    rolled 36 = 36


    Throw a bottle in the air, during that slow-mo part while they look at the bottle you throw your glass at one of the armed men and beat the rest, dodging bullets with drunken stumbles.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:21 No.17800875
    rolled 27 = 27


    Throw bottle at head, dodge bullets, beat up people with drunken styling
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:26 No.17800890
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    You are loathe to do it, but you don't like being shot. Hefting your bottle of wine in one hand, you throw it into the air. The men are distracted by this, enough that you are able to slip out of your chair and spring up before the nearest. The crunch of your forehead against his takes him out immediately, you are too drunk to feel the pain. Before his friend can raise his weapon, you stumble forward like a drunken reveller, your hands snaking out cat-quick, disarming the terrorist with alarming ease.

    The other almost gets a shot off, but take him down with a flashy heel drop.

    Stumbling backwards, you give a hiccup and put your hand out just in time to catch the falling bottle.

    A slow clap breaks out from the rear end of the plane.

    Behind you, a man in a strange military uniform stands, grinning evilly.

    "You are good, perhaps you would like to come work for me? It would be a shame to kill such a fighter, and a waste of good wine."

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:28 No.17800898
    rolled 97 = 97

    Pass out.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:28 No.17800900
    rolled 61 = 61

    "The wine we can agree about. I am the late great Lumes de Fumes and I am drunk off my derriere"
    Yes, Lumes de Fumes is intentional
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:28 No.17800902

    "only if you have more wine. and a supply of whores"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:29 No.17800908
    rolled 22 = 22


    im retarded
    >> s 02/04/12(Sat)08:29 No.17800910
    rolled 31 = 31

    turn around. if its bison, take his hat

    hell, if its anyone wearing a hat, take his hat
    >> In The Making 02/04/12(Sat)08:32 No.17800920
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:34 No.17800930
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    You grin back, and raise your bottle as if to speak. Maybe it was the head butt. Maybe it was the wine, but either way you are soon sinking to the floor, stone unconscious.

    When you awake it is in a cell. The walls are slick with slime, made of brick, and it is pleasantly cool. A piss bucket sits in the corner, and iron bars keep you from freedom.

    All this wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact your wine was gone, and you could hear women crying nearby.

    A guard stands nearby, dressed similar to the man on the plane and carrying an AK-47.

    1d100, best of first three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:36 No.17800941
    rolled 44 = 44


    Find out where we are, and demand some more wine
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:36 No.17800945
    rolled 36 = 36

    Ask the guard to come closer, then do a little song and dance number
    Then while he's distracted, wee on him.
    He will be so mad he will run into the cell where we will promptly beat him to death with the piss bucket.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:38 No.17800954
    rolled 11 = 11


    whip it out and start masterbating just to see how the guard will react
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:39 No.17800960
    rolled 88 = 88

    lol so randumb xD
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:43 No.17800977

    is it really worse than pissing on the guard like that other anon suggested?
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:44 No.17800987
    You approach the bars, and lean against them as if still drunk.

    "Hey, Monsieur, where is this?" you ask in your heavily accented English, "And where is my wine?"

    The guard eyes you distrustfully. "North Africa," he replies, "And your wine is drunk. Those men you beat were feeling vengeful. General Rolento said they could not beat you, so they drank your wine instead."

    You seethe at this.

    "The boss made you an offer, and he is waiting to hear back. Do you have an answer for him?"

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:46 No.17800995
    rolled 92 = 92

    >"I can't decide without booze"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:48 No.17801000
    rolled 71 = 71


    "you cant expect me to make such and important decision sober! i need wine to comtemplate"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:49 No.17801009
    rolled 99 = 99


    Seconding this, also throw in a few Louis de Fune style barks: "Merde!" "Idiot!" "Putain!"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:50 No.17801014
    Whats our Super Meter/Ultra Meter/Whatever the fuck resource meter we have in this game looking like?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:51 No.17801021
    rolled 80 = 80

    As much as our alcohol.
    So, none.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:52 No.17801027
    "You cannot have me make such a decision sober! Merde, merde, merde, you are a barbarian!"

    The guard hesitates for a second. You decide to use your parade voice.

    "Wine! Now! Zut alors, I need my grape!"

    He sets off at once with a jump in his step. "Idiot!" you bark after him. Once he is out of sight you give a chuckle. Rolento does not have very good men in his service.

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:54 No.17801036
    I haven't figured out a moves list or fighting mechanics or anything like that, but considering the character being boozed up is the best way to win.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:54 No.17801043
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    Mfw that image lets me finally see that Akuma's name is literally "evil"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:54 No.17801044
    rolled 2 = 2

    Uh, what the hell can we do? Is there still a woman crying?
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)08:56 No.17801047
    The women are still crying, and you think these bars aren't as sturdy as the guards think. You can also wait, and give the guard his answer after/during drinking.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:57 No.17801050
    rolled 55 = 55


    We pick the lock, duh!
    All good gendarmes should be able at lock-picking, especially a drunkard, who probably had to escape from the booze cell quite a lot.

    HOWEVER, we do not escape until we have had our drink.

    Also, goddamn I love the Louis de Fune chuckle.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:57 No.17801051
    rolled 35 = 35

    Begin to shout Guile's theme in a very loud frenchy way.

    also scream out "I WANT MY WINE" in between a few shouts of the guile's theme.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)08:59 No.17801058
    rolled 51 = 51


    Pick the lock, but remain in the cell. When the guard arrives, casually open the door and beat him in the face with the bottle of wine. Then, drink heartily.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:00 No.17801066
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    rolled 75 = 75

    Maybe it should be like Hakan, although instead of pouring oil on our muscles we pour wine down our gullet.

    Or, Popeye and Spinach.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:01 No.17801069


    Here's an example of the Louis chuckle.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:03 No.17801083
    The locks aren't so difficult. A hair pin you keep on your lapel, a keep sake of the last woman you bedded, proves to be the key to your escape. (ahaha, pun!)

    The cell door opens with a rusty squeak, but you pull it back before it can open completely. The guard returns with a scowl on his face and a half-empty bottle in hand.

    "Here's the hooch, Frog," he says as he fiddles with the keys to the cell. The door swings open just as he pushes the key into place. His eyes widen in shock, you grin and club him with the heel of your hand.

    Dropped like a rock, you take the wine from his fallinen body, and deep drink from the bottle.

    Ohohoho, now you have a machine-gun!

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:04 No.17801087

    >Drunk style
    >Machine gun

    I like where this is going....
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:05 No.17801092
    rolled 76 = 76

    Time to explore.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:06 No.17801095
    rolled 8 = 8

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:08 No.17801106
    rolled 60 = 60

    Guns are for wussies!
    Ditch that shit, lets find some store rooms for food and wine.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:10 No.17801124
    rolled 34 = 34

    rerolling that. Messed up the line.
    "guns are for wimps."
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:13 No.17801163
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    Taking the machine-gun, at least for now, you lock the unconscious guard in the cell you just vacated. Feeling pretty good about your escape, you stroll down the corridor. Most of the cells are empty, but you find one is occupied by three women. By their uniforms you judge them to be flight attendants from the same aeroplane you were abducted from. A brunette, a blonde, and a red head.

    Another cell next to them is occupied by a sleeping man in a rumpled coat with a fedora pulled over his eyes.

    The door exiting the cells is locked, but your key should open it. You hear drunken laughter from beyond the door. No doubt the swine are drunk on your wine. There are no windows down here. You have the keys to each of the cells.

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:14 No.17801167
    rolled 81 = 81

    Drop everything and sign up for X-COM.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:16 No.17801179
    rolled 98 = 98


    Aw shit, it's Q. Get him out of there...

    He won't say much but at least he should find a way out.

    >> In The Making 02/04/12(Sat)09:18 No.17801194
    rolled 17 = 17

    Unlock all the cell doors and storm out with all the prisoners.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:18 No.17801196
    rolled 60 = 60

    Unlock the first cell, but tell them to stay put. Safer that way.
    Roll our bottle of wine into the second cell. Papa always said that the best way to judge a strange is how he reacts to a drink.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:18 No.17801198
    rolled 11 = 11

    Let them all out. No one needs to be in this hellhole... and even flight attendants can fight if they've got the training.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:18 No.17801202
    rolled 68 = 68

    Get everyone out, drunken brawl
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:22 No.17801222
    You unlock the cell to the strange man. He looks up, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise. A metal face, with glowing yellow eyes. He stands, dusting himself off, and strides past you.

    He stops. "I am....Q." It is all he says before moving to the doorway. He stands in front of it, immobile. Was he waiting for something?
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:22 No.17801227
    Oh yes, 1d100 for next action.
    >> In The Making 02/04/12(Sat)09:23 No.17801231
    rolled 10 = 10

    Put an arm around him, welcome him to join me in escaping. Start charging towards the next room of guards whether he's with me or not.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:25 No.17801237
    rolled 37 = 37

    >"Wait for me, mon amie"
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:25 No.17801238
    rolled 33 = 33

    "So... you wanna get out of here, fella?" Jeez, that mask is weird. Some kinda soviet spy experiment, maybe?
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:33 No.17801290
    Forget the busty stewardesses, you put an arm around your strangely dressed comrade. "Wait for me, mon ami!" A single kick shatters the door, and the laughter beyond ends sharply.

    Dashing in wildly, you do a running leap slamming both feet into the chest of the nearest mook. Q does not wait either, and he fights just as wildly, picking men up and tossing them about, knocking them to the ground and stomping on their heads. Its furious, but strangely emotionless as well.

    Five mooks rush you, but you stagger and fall onto your back, sweeping your legs out beneath you. They tumble like bowling pins. You flip forward onto all fours and trample them as if you were a drunken bull stomping a reckless matador.

    Its no real fight, but when you are done and they are down, you are rewarded with what is left of their (formerly your) wine.

    You kick a knocked over stool back onto its feet and slip into it in one smooth motion, chugging on a bottle of white as you do so.

    A door stands at the far end of the room, and the stewardesses are still crying.

    1d100, best of three.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:36 No.17801311
    rolled 99 = 99

    Oh right, the stewardesses. Throw the key into their cell. Now lets keep going with our friend.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:36 No.17801317
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    rolled 37 = 37


    I got a feeling that these stewardesses are Shadaloo operatives, heck the whole flight was a set-up. Best to leave them alone.

    Meanwhile, we go to the the door and open it, after all we are wine-mode now.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:37 No.17801318
    rolled 49 = 49


    can't argue with that
    >> In The Making 02/04/12(Sat)09:39 No.17801335
    rolled 18 = 18

    Interrogate the stewardesses through the cell door to confirm they aren't spies. If they pass, let them out. Otherwise, leave them and keep going.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:42 No.17801348
    You remember the stewardesses. Taking their key from the ring, you throw it into their cell and wave them a fond farewell. Grabbing your new friend Q by the shoulder, you proceed towards the door.

    A merry smile is on your face when you open it, and you walk straight into Monsieur Rolento, his scarred face a-glaring.

    "A resourceful man indeed," he snarls, gripping tightly the stick in his hand, "You could have been a captain in my new nation."

    He seems angry.

    >> In The Making 02/04/12(Sat)09:42 No.17801352
    rolled 9 = 9

    Toss Q into Rolento, run away.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:43 No.17801356
    rolled 42 = 42


    ROUND 1!

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:43 No.17801360
    rolled 76 = 76


    Smash the wine bottle over his head

    Rolling for success
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:44 No.17801368
    rolled 71 = 71

    >He seems angry.
    We're not certain though. Lets ask him to confirm that.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:46 No.17801384
    You grin up at Rolento and chuckle. Then you smash the bottle across his face. He spits glass and white wine, swings his stick at your face.

    Now for something different. Roll 2d100.

    Highest result of the first d100 determines whose second roll I use. 90-100 means flawless victory. 60-100 means narrow victory. a flat 50 means a draw. Less than fifty is a defeat. 1-10 means you ded.

    Good luck!
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)09:48 No.17801391
    * 51- 89 mean narrow victory.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:48 No.17801395
    rolled 9 = 9

    Don't fuck up!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:48 No.17801403
    rolled 38, 80 = 118

    Drunken boxing time
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:53 No.17801453
    rolled 92, 62 = 154

    Pummel him while taking swigs from your bottle.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)09:55 No.17801468
    rolled 10, 14 = 24

    Throw away his stick. Then throw away his hat.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:00 No.17801502
    Okay then!

    He only hits air as you weave backward, before coming around again to his him with three quick jabs to the chest. He catches your next blow and sends you stumbling back into the room with a powerful kick.

    Whirling around the stick fiercely, it takes all of your drunken dexterity to avoid being maimed by the quick piece of wood and metal. You find an open however, and do a forward roll into an upward kick, planting both feet into his face.

    Before he can get off the ground you do a quick flip and land on his stomach. He spit at you, grabs your legs, and draws you to the ground. A hard blow to the head knocks you insensible, and you see a knife in his hands, scrabbling along on your belly, you just avoid being skewered.

    Back on your feet, you stumble into the table, knocking over empty wine bottles. Scrambling to pick them up, you let out a barrage of flying glass, smashing against Rolento's ever more weary frame.

    Soon enough it look as if he can barely stand. You pounce forward, and bring the heel of your foot down on the crown of his head with a powerful axe kick.

    K.O! He smashes into the dirt, and victory is yours! You pull up a stool, find the nearest bottle of alcohol with liquid still in it, and take a hearty drink.

    Q watches on impassively in the background, surrounded by Rolento's still unconscious henchmen.

    d100 for next action.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:02 No.17801517
    rolled 47 = 47

    This calls for a toast. A toast with Q. To us!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:07 No.17801551
    rolled 80, 37 = 117


    Let's go and get to India for our next contestant
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:09 No.17801562
    With the dust of battle settling around you, you lift a toast to Q, to your victory, and soon to the buxom stewardesses that came meekly out from behind the shattered door frame. It was a victory well earned, and you drink heartily, sharing the remaining drinking with your fellow captives.

    The stewardesses are happy for the wine, but Q remains aloof, quiet and stoic.

    With nothing left for you here, you escort the girls out of the musty prison and into the hot North African light.

    Your journey to civilization is made easy with the use of a jeep left by Rolento and his goons. With Q riding shotgun and the stewardesses in the back, you head off in search of civilization.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:10 No.17801565
    rolled 18 = 18

    See if you can locate a rose anywhere, if yes then leave it on Rolento's body, then leave before anyone wakes up. If not, do the same, but with whatever makes the smoothest calling card around.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:15 No.17801597
    rolled 35 = 35


    Onwards to Adventure! and Wine!
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:15 No.17801600
    A city comes into view. You recognize it immediately as the outskirts of Algiers. Wasting no time you make a line for the airport. Bidding farewell to the 'very' friendly stewardesses, you climb aboard the first chartered flight to India.

    Q does not accompany you, he became lost in the crowds, but the flight is so uneventful it doesn't bother you. Soon enough you are setting down in New Delhi.

    A woman is waiting for you, holding a sign with your name on it. She is dressed in western clothing, like a chauffeur.

    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:16 No.17801605
    rolled 19 = 19


    Bonjour madame, where eez my hotel? And wine?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:18 No.17801615
    rolled 33 = 33

    Walk up to her then. Also take the sign, it has our name on it.
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:19 No.17801621
    "There is a bottle waiting in your limousine Monsieur Louis, and a room has been booked for you at a nearby Hilton, will you come this way?" her smile is wide and inviting.

    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:20 No.17801625
    You take her sign, and tuck it under your arm.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:22 No.17801642
    rolled 49 = 49

    Rolling? Okay then.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:24 No.17801661
    rolled 93 = 93


    Let's go
    >> Mr Referee 02/04/12(Sat)10:28 No.17801681
    Wow, looking at these shitposts makes me realize jut how exhausted I am. its past two in the morning where I am and I need sleep. If anyone cares to archive this, do so and I'll pick it up in a couple of days, but I'm way too tired to keep going now.

    Sorry folks.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:31 No.17801693
    A pleasant quest, op. A pleasant quest.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:34 No.17801715
    rolled 98 = 98


    Cheers for the laugh OP, I'd love for you to continue The Adventures of Louis de Funes, drunken street fighter another day
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:39 No.17801753
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    And this is how our hero looks like.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:40 No.17801766
    I got a more Vincent Cassel vibe, despite the name.
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:42 No.17801782
    Blas, do you think I am... handsome?
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)10:45 No.17801811
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    And this is our hero in combat.

    See you next time OP!
    >> Anonymous 02/04/12(Sat)15:09 No.17804083
    We need a theme. I'm thinking... Something on the accordion.



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