Well. I'll be the first to say it, and I hope you all sound of as well. Now, let me take a quick breath...aaaaaaannnnnnnddddddddd...

HAPPY (Early) Birthday, ME!

[SPOILER="BIRTHDAY!"][/SPOILER]

Yup yup, as my gift to all you wonderful people on this most joyous of days, I grace you with this update I have been graciously saving! Rejoice!

Now, let's down to the good stuff, aye?

[SPOILER="Winning Vote"][X] Heres the plan
-[X] I need
- Acetone and a gallon of bleach. (The ingredients for chloroform and are common cleaning ingrediants)
- Breakable Containers (Glass cups from bar)
- Improvised Lids (Napkins, clear wrap, etc)
- Alcohol Bottles (Both filled and or empty)
-[X] I will use these to make
-Chloroform Gas Grenade(s) (A tried and true method of knocking unwilling people out)
-Malatov Cocktail (In case things really go south) (Last resort)
-[X] Chloroform takes a few seconds to kick in so someone will have to keep him there somehow, if you can make him inhale even better.
-[X] How long can you guys hold your breath for? (Raymundo?) (did they introduce themselves by their dragon titles?)
-[X] Im not an anesthesiologist, but being exposed to chloroform, at this concentration shouldn't hurt him, but what did Omi say?
-[X] "Hmmmmm. Lacerations of mid to small size along the back, small pieces of shrapnel along the inner and bottom rib, and massive bruising along the legs and inner fore arms. This is quite serious."
-[X] He showed zero hesitation while trying to murder me. He can deal with some liver damage. Like from heavy drinking.
-[X] Assuming he even has a normal human constitution.
-[X] If not it should slow him down a bit.
-[X] Maybe get the monks improvised masks?

If anybody has any comments, concerns, or updates go for it.

edit: Also thanks whoever came up with chloroform, i mostly just took your plan.

Edit: Edit: Whoops.

[2] Molotov's
want it

[1] Clorophorm
need it

[3] Stiff Drink
could probably use it[/SPOILER]

Now, AWWWAAAAYYYY WE GO!

Thus, you span your bullshit as best you could, trying your hardest to make your plan sound like a surefire thing, and not something cobbled together hastily a few moments ago as an attempt to both distract yourself and maybe not throw your life away.

At points it seemed like they wanted to poke holes in your plan, but you just hurried past those bits, hoping to take their attention away from those thoughts. Thankfully, by the end of it, it seemed you had done he job on selling the idea, with Raimundo looking at you with a face of cautious surprise, and Kimiko finally releasing your wrist, though while still keeping you firmly in her sight.

"Okay, what do I NEED... ah, there we go." You mumbled to yourself as you spotted something you felt you desperately needed.

It was, of course, alcohol.

Not just due to the fact that it was required for your more...let's say destructive, implements to exist, but at the moment, you honestly felt you deserved a stiff drink after dealing with this horse sh*t.

Your robots had probably been destroyed, given how you had heard absolutely NOTHING back form them for mroe than an hour, which was literally impossible given their programming, giving at least a Roger-Roger every 45 minutes in binary, you had been separated from your main way of finding the Magical artifact you were literally searching a city for, and now you had to deal with a masked Wrestler with a willingness to kill and honestly didn't seem to bright from what you cold see. Even hearing and seeing evidence of your Grandpa's wildest heists didn't prepare for THAT, so you felt justified.

Thus, as you continued your path to the bar, picking up as many empty or partially filled bottles as possible, and checked to make sure the ice stock behind the bar was still untouched.

A quick glance confirmed that it was indeed, so you wasted no time in securing a martini shaker, and filling it with the mixture you had become oh-so familiar with making ever since Năinai had Blaze teach you how to, saying it would 'almost certainly save your life at some point'.

Well, you weren't sure of THAT at all, but as your brain wandered memories, both hands mixing the shaker in your grip, your sash got to work stacking bottles, and setting rags into them, before stirring a clear liquid in what used to be a tip jar.

By the time you came too, Kimiko and Raimundo had apparently helped by bringing some of the things you asked for, mostly bleach and floor cleaner, but beggers couldn't be choosers, and some spare cloth and metal, both torn from the surrounding table clothes and cutlery. You also appeared to have a set of seven ready Molotov cocktails at the ready, a box of matches sitting neatly beside them, three glass jars with their lids sealed with melted candle wax that you could only assume was Chloroform, and a full tumbler of your mixed drink with a single chip of ice in the center.

Seeing this in front of you kind of surprised you, but you had known how to make most of it for a while, and you were a genius with a pair of super monks, so you didn't dwell on it for long.

Instead, you turned fully towards the two who helped you, who were both looking kinda surprised at what you'd done in such a short amount of time, even with three arms.

"Well. That's me set up. We clear on the plan?" You asked for the third time in the last five minutes as you quickly loaded yourself up with your newly created concoctions, making sure to wrap a particular piece of cloth over your wrist, while still holding your drink in hand, making the ice click every so often as a method to deal with the nerves.

Your question did nothing more than bring a slightly annoyed sign to the two in front of you, but you couldn't help it. Even with back up, it was scary to face someone who had nearly killed you hours after having said injuries, or hell, any amount of time.

Thankfully, you DID get a bit of confirmation, which you sorely needed right now.

"YES, JACK. We know the plan. We will enter the fight, give the face covers Clay and Omi in the skirmish, get a fair distance away, and then YOU will throw the chloroform and molotovs at him, while we keep him from getting to far away or close to any of us. Good enough?" Raimundo summarized, but kept walking forward.

You gulped a little at that little change to your plan, not even wanting to be PART of this fight, but at this point, it was that or nothing, which was even worse in your eyes. So, you closed your eyes, gulped one more time, and then shot your eyes down to the full tumbler resting comfortably between the ends of your fingers.

Raising it to eye level, you looked at it for a moment, before coming to a conclusion.

"If I'm dying to a crazed masked wrestler while on a mystical quest, like HELL I'm doing it sober. Cheers". With that, you shot back the entire tumbler in a single gulp, despite knowing it was a terrible idea.

You only heard the responding 'Cheers' before you got distracted by the COLORS.

When you came to, you were wearing only your cloak and Third-Arm Sash preserving your modesty in the middle of a field with Wuya's mask beside you, as what could only be described as a tower of Flames burned merrily in your view, in what you could have SWORN was Thailand, yet somehow never spreading form its pillar.

Only one thing came to your mind at that moment.

"WHAT. THE FUCK."

END OF CHAPTER

CHOICE!: CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOUR BELOW

[] What. The Fuck.

[] What the Fuck?

[]WHAT THE FUCK!

[] Write-In

END OF CHOICE

Hoho-HOLY SHIT THESE DICE ROLLS. It really IS my Birthday, I could not make this stuff up. So, that's the end of our Thailand Adventure, you could really say we...

Went out with a bang. (YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH D_D)

But seriously, we got SMASHED. And that was only partially due to the drink we rolled. That's right, I even have a list of potential drinks we would have gotten blitzed on. To give you a bit of a scale, 1 was a Strawberry Cooler, which is almost more juice that liquor, being something like .05 or something, but... who boy. We scored a 97, so we got THIS:

Death in the Afternoon. If you don't know what that is, look it up and be horrified at our roll. And, adding to that, we got a fail roll on alcohol tolerance, putting us UNDER -100. So, yeah, Sh*t went down in ways unseen by men's feeble minds. Hence the pillar of Fire that Rages but does not Consume.

But we aren't men here, we're Spacebattlers! So, of course at some point, we're going to be getting to find out just what we did that fateful fight. Like the Hangover, but with magic. Maybe when we reach a certain number of omakes? *hint hint*

But, I digress. Also, since we 'finished' this first Quest of ours, even if we ended on a bit of a negative, what with losing ALL of our current robots, a plane, and apparently our pants, it can all be made better. How, you may ask? THROUGH THE POWER OF MONEY...and Experience point. Pure, hard earned experience points.

So, Go on and take your hard earned 550 points of experience and spend then all in one place, earning US the PRESTIGIOUS title of LEVEL 4!

And a Few stat points, those two. And, in, let's say two days, cause I'm not gonna be updating much of anything on my ACTUAL birthday, ie: Tomorrow, The 11, I will be posting both the changes to our stat sheet, and a vote on what we want to plan to do for the next week, until the next Wu activates, which I ALSO, use dice to determine. Sound good to everyone else? Good? Great. Well, if you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment or something in the thread, or PM about it. And remember, DON'T FORGET TO MAKE YOUR OWN STORIES. Got it memorized?

Alright, night ya'll.