Talk:Tentacle/@comment-59.189.164.79-20141220020920/@comment-108.83.223.49-20160704055116

Naturally, as the berserker, I have to surpress myself from chopping them into our party's next salad, but not enough to cut their leader's hand off the instant she reaches out to me.

Signaling my cleric to throw the usual regen buff, I speak with the tentacles. "You've taken !y wife you harlots, and now you try to apologize? She is dead. A monster like yourselves. My wife isn't there anymore, she's a mindless being of pleasure due to your king. And now, you will pay with your lives!" A battlecry that my party knew well.

And the Dread Pirate Roberts doesn't take any prisoners.