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Um. The little puffball that could once again jumps into the arena and... erm... well, this is embarassing. Mallow certainly appreciates having an easy win out of the gate, but... couldn't they have given him a bit more credit than -Jogurt-? The fallen overlord may certainly still have some grasp over the League's subconscious, but in an actual battle, he is just about the worst fighter to ever step foot in the arena. It's almost insulting, in a sense. But oh well, a win is a win. Mallow will play no fancy strategies or long, protracted stallfests: all he will do is gently tap Jogurt's helmet with his cymbal, guaranteeing a victory. Nobody said hamsters could take a hit, even with that huge headgear. |
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Hail and tremble, puny mortals! Jogurt has set his beady, tiny, murderous eyes once more upon the weaklings in the RPGDL's lowest division. The proverbial Hamster-in-the-Helmet still curses the day they made steroid use illegal in the arena and thusly banned all his sweet new moves, but it's a lesson the furry megalomaniac must learn. Still, his opponent Mallow? A creampuff. His cousin is probably one too - and this is meant quite literally! Jogurt eats marshmallows for breakfast! It's how he maintains his stellar physique, after all. If he can do it at the breakfast table, he can do it in the arena, so look for Jogurt this season in Light! No telling what a rodent on a sugar rush will do. |
superaielman There's a mathematical theory involving Jogurts. How many of the little rodents -does- it take to win a fight? Against someone with MT, it is an known. Perhaps an infinite number of Jogurts, stretching endlessly across the DL universe with deadened eyes and murder in their hearts could perhaps literally drown a foe in mighty helmet covered hamster corpses. All this flashed through Jogurt's mind before Mallow squashed him with a symbol and claimed a free win. Welp. Maybe Jogurt ought to look into a new helmet. Mallow: 48 |
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