I really like blonde people cause they're SUPER white y'know? And you heard about the Monkey Man in Africa, right? Cause like, I remember going to highschool with my best friend and my girlfriend, and then I graduated. So, yeah.

I'm a doctor, Jim, not a rocket scientist!

Indeed.

You and your Tobasco.

I'm still sad that Galactic Nachos broke up. You think they might have a reunion?

OR I WILL BITE YOUR TORSO AND GIVE YOU A DISEASE

I, Dean Archibald Dangerous The Fourth, have formed a league alongside the indubitable Biff Willingston I. (AKA RandomDent) for the very purpose of being odd and going on adventures. Dost thou wish to join our league, yes?

The day had been like all the others, peaceful. The kids were playing their usual game of kickball and there I was, playing alongside them. There was beauty on the horizon, our horizon.
But that horizon didn't last.
Before we could tell what was happening, a militia of girls had manifested, armed with guns of water.
War cries rang out. We were all in shock.
Those smart enough to escape went ahead and did so, but not all of us were so lucky.
I and another soldier by the name of Joe Derbs had been hit, yet fortunately, we survived.
We waited it out. The battle was seemingly over, so we thought we could resume our game...
We thought wrong.
A second wave approached us swiftly, but this time, I knew a way out.
Me and Derbs ducked under a fence that had only just recently boxed us in. We let a fellow wounded slip under as well, his name was Josiah.
Me and the other two had ran from the chaos. We all split up. I find myself still breathing, but I don't know if the others happened upon the same luck that I did.
I return to the scene of the battle, searching for my backpack which I fear has been lost in the sea of chaos.
The place is in ruins but I find my backpack which had carried my lunch time after time. I was starving...
Then I ate my sandwich.

Dean's life revolved around the same cycles and routines, this repetition was killing him...So the wee lad decided to go on a journey to the heartlands of Cucumbodia to learn how to play the blues and pick cotton.

What would happen if you put all your skill points into luck? Luck seems to be based mainly off of other skills, along with how likely they are to succeed/how much that skill succeeds. What would happen if you had an insane amount of luck but had 0% in every other skill? Would you succeed in everything (for instance getting a lot of criticals) but not gain very much from succeeding? It's strange...