The Fight.

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke yelled in pain as the splinters of the bottle embedded themselves in his skin. "Fu*k man, I'm sorry I just tried to kill you with that large black cruse missile. Perhaps you want a free hit for that?"

[Chris Wesley]

Chris looked around for a new weapon, and found exactly what he wanted. Right next to his foot as well. Ah, the glory of free form RPGs.

The weapon was, of course, a large mallet. Chris picked it up, looked at it, looked back at Clarke, and lunged.

"You revealed your character! Your punishment- Being hit on the head with a rubber mallet for the rest of your life! Prepare to die, Clarke Anderson!"