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Armor, strapped on good and tight, don’t want some slavering succubus shelling you like a crab. Spiked and sharpened; some monster-slut wants to wrassle, you make her regret it. Connor, you got your armored codpiece on? Good. Ann, got your chest strapped down tight? Maiden belt on? I know it’s all uncomfortable, but I guarantee a tentacle up your portable hole is a lot worse.
Sword and board for Connor, good. Pike for Ann. You’ve trained in fighting together? Right then. I’ll try to put an arrow in the brain of anything dangerous before it gets close, but I’ll be jumping in with my hatchets if need arises.
Machete. Good. They come at you with tentacles, prehensile hair, mummy wrappings, whatever, you cut bondage time short fast as you can.
Cotton balls. You hear any kind of weird singing, soothing buzzing, any kinda sound that gets you relaxed, you plug your damn ears.
Salt, for driving off googirls and horny ghosts.
Ok, got your herb kits?
Vicar’s root. Makes you impotent for at least an hour. Also makes you sluggish, Connor, so only take it when you need it. Tastes like compost, too, which can help if you need to distract yourself.
Bloodbloom. Abortificant. Remember your training, Ann, and god willing we’ll never need it.
Candleweed sap. Nasty, nasty stuff, gives you the screaming shits, but it counteracts most aphrodisiacs. Who knows a few aphrodisiacs we might run into?
Googirl secretions, right.
Beegirl venom is also a paralytic, so act fast. |