[Black_Knyght]

The whirling mass of Skunkupines, now rejoined by several inebriated members, slowly spins toward the center of the room. The mass begins to contract, tighter and tighter and tighter, then suddenly bursts outward with astonishing force.

Balled-up Skunkupines fly across the room in a chaotic and ricocheting manner. Barbed quills firing off like shrapnel (not unlike recent conversations ) fly out in every direction.

Several well-aimed quills strike the hindquarters of GrowlTiger, while dozens more that were headed towards Renegade 13 strike the unprepared Puke.

Quills lash out in every direction, though it is noted that the flying Skunkupines carefully avoid turning their derrieres in the direction of the lone Cumbrian in the corner.

Ed Kolis is grazed by several quills, though dozens more pass through the incorporal Cipher7071. Quills silhouette but apparently completely miss Mac5732. Dogscoff is struck by a dozen or so quills, but is blissfully unaware of his pending pain being passed-out.


Atrocities, ever the lightning rod for disaster, appears to recieve the lion's share of the flying quills. ( )

The pained, plaintive bleeting of the punctured sheep is heard, though the cause this time is Skunkupine quills and not Cumbrian affections... ( )