driftfleet | VIDEO; I want to play a game

Who: the Iron Bull and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: If you wanna find him in the gym on the Iskaulit, sure!
When: Late Monday night, because when you can't sleep, but it's just because you're thinking of home, you do shitposts in the middle of the night.

[ It's pretty clear from the sheen of sweat across the Bull's considerable shoulders, he's been working out even if it weren't obvious he was in the gym of the Iskaulit at the time. He takes a seat on a bench as the feed turns on and he smiles amicably at the fleet. ]

Hey! So, back home, me and the boys used to play a game when we were on the road. It's not easy to carry around a table around for cards just to have somebody get pissed and knock it over. [ He shakes his head. ] Anyway, here's how you play: you figure out the weirdest, most badass monster you and think of, right, and then you pit it against somebody else's, and you figure out who would win in a fight. Then, the loser has to come up with something that could beat the winner, or somebody else does. Whatever works. Sometimes there's fights.

[ He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. ]

That's the fun part, anyway. Okay, I'll go first: How about...a... [ He looks thoughtful. He's not going for the dragon first off. That's sort of like cheating. ] ...a wyvern, but with wings that let it fly in short bursts sort of like a chicken...and, uh...a gaze that can turn things to stone if its held too long.

[ This is a come at 'em thing! Feel free to post your own, threadjack with rebuttals, arguments, your own "games". Have fun! ]

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... That is what I thought I was doing. Griffins are mythological creatures. They don't actually exist.

Being extinct doesn't mean they aren't real. Look, wyverns are real, but they don't turn you to stone, or even have wings.

Where I am from, they are not 'extinct'. They just don't exist. Nor do Wyverns, for that matter. They are all but the fancy of tale writers, not actual creatures.

Okay, fine. So use your fancy imagination and make something up more badass than a wyvern that can glide and turn shit to stone.

[ OMG you guys are all such sticks in the mud. ]

[He just doesn't get the point of this game.]

I don't think I can play this properly. Imagination is not my strong point.

[ The Bull chuckles at that. ]

Don't worry about it, Wolf-man. We've all got our strengths and weaknesses.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd much rather be addressed by my name.

[Said a little dryly, because 'wolf-man'? Really? Rude. But probably the other man would not know that so he gets a little bit of slack. A very little bit.]

And indeed, we do. I guess this is one of my weaknesses.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

[Everybody's so uptight around here...]

Eh, I'm sure you're good at something. What do you do, anyway?

I am the second-in-command of my werewolf pack. And also in the military. I used to be an investigator for the government but I was relieved of those duties about twenty years ago.

Okay...but where you any good at it?

[Bull's followed pretty bad commanders before. He took that guy's men and made his own band.]

One of the best.

[He's not going to be falsely modest here.]

My pack is the biggest in the country. It requires a firm hand.

That doesn't tell me much. How big's the biggest?

There's eleven of us.

[That might not sound large, but when talking about people who turn into beasts once a month, it's more than a handful.]

Almost as big as my company. Good for you, buddy.

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