Given the size of the proxy, I don't think detailed stats would be of amazing importance. Rundown of number of traits in each category, a smattering of abilities and whether they've got something to shoot/throw/hit things with will probably be suitable to requirements.
If you've got a description of them all, their role in wartime (on a big ass-kicking airship) will probably be quite obvious.
Oh, overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights Overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights Overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights As the Goblin Army Marches
Oh your bones and blood and guts say this is how you're meant to feel With your fist around your hammer and your bollocks made of steel With a flair for all creation and some righteous indignation As the Goblin Army Marches
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An anvil to the face'll make the bastards think again...
Just smear them all in pie-grease and then let the boggans loose...
We're half a week behind because we had to do your mum...
A hamstring might be stringy but it doesn't taste of ham...
Or whatever else the Nockers may choose to come up with at the time.
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If you've got a description of them all, their role in wartime (on a big ass-kicking airship) will probably be quite obvious.
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I sincerely hope no-one involved in running the proxy is.
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But Kris Crofts is, at the moment and will be for a while, operating out of Thailand. So who KNOWS that current cultural influences there may be...
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And a-one, and a-two, and a-three...
Oh, overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights
Overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights
Overkill's the watchword when they're lined up in your sights
As the Goblin Army Marches
Oh your bones and blood and guts say this is how you're meant to feel
With your fist around your hammer and your bollocks made of steel
With a flair for all creation and some righteous indignation
As the Goblin Army Marches
[repeat with:]
An anvil to the face'll make the bastards think again...
Just smear them all in pie-grease and then let the boggans loose...
We're half a week behind because we had to do your mum...
A hamstring might be stringy but it doesn't taste of ham...
Or whatever else the Nockers may choose to come up with at the time.
I feel a supplemental bit of proxy coming on :-)
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