It's not quite egotistical until I'm quoting myself in a game. Which I have done before in the old Wrongclocks thread... but by the time David and ab3 were doing introductions in voices and "I'm just a baby!" I was giggling
Matt: "No matter what I end up doing, this is going to be amazing."
Spike: “What’d he say!?”
Gibbor: “He said ‘ug!”
Travis: “Having played this game and heard it played before, you’re doing it right.”
Olaf: “Ug, you are the emotional center of this team.”
Spike: “You can use my semi-automatic machine gun.”
Dusty: “Good lord! I’m not a married goblin, but I ought to be!”
Plotting to kill and rob Mad Drongo.
Olaf: “Now we’re gonna wanna get the jump on him. He’s got good hearin’, so he’ll be hearing everything we’re saying…”
David: “I have not legit laughed this hard at a game in years. Even if the system isn't as good and great and punched up as you want it to be, the encounters were amazing the game itself was enchanting and the experience was pure enjoyment. I would give it 10 outta 10 would recommend to everyone. Thank you so much for letting us play.”
Dusty: “I can reload it for ya. All I ask is you don’t interrupt me when I do it. Learn to knock, you animals.”
Travis: “Now you realize why this is never ever a one-shot.”
Matt: “He whiffs. You shot him in his punchin’ eye.”
Olaf: “I have a boomstick!”
Dusty: “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Travis: “I want him to just have the gunslinger oath, but with headbutt instead of gun.”
Spike: “Spork is also here! He is my spirit of vengeance!”
Dusty: “Shoot him in the gonads! That’s where the future monkeys live! I hope you appreciate this, other Greg.”
Spike: I wasn’t shooting at you! I was shooting him.”
Matt: “I thought you were going to say ‘I was shooting WITH you.”
Dusty: “I’ve only got three fingers. Eating sandwiches is weird.”
Dusty: “Goblins are ruining the economy!”
Dusty: “The boy’s obsessed with doodoo! He’s right!”
Spike: “If I let Spork go and he comes back to me, then he was truly mine.”
Spork: “Peace out, chuckle fucks.”
Dusty: “It was a blue moon! I saw a jackrabbit with a woman’s face! I stole that from Patton Oswalt…”
Olaf: “Ug you are a poet. I think that was a sonnet.”
Spike: “Ug-amic pentameter.”
Gibor: “I’m gonna write that down…”
Spike: “This way, he’ll set off all the traps for us.”
Olaf: “That’s horrible thing to say! He would only set off the first trap, maybe the second. Third if he splattered everywhere!”
Gibor: “I shoot him with my slingshot!”
Spike: “You have a slingshot?!”
Gibor: “Uh huh!”
Spike: “All I’ve got is this machine gun!”
