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"Hello I'm Daniel Rainsmith."

"And I'm Kellin Hannon and this is the first ever International Cup of Slaughter House Frisbee Golf."

"That's right Kellin and this Cup will of course start with Amateur Qualifier."

"And then it will move on to Masters and Pro Qualifiers in that order."

"Thanks Daniel. For those of you not familiar with how a Slaughter House Frisbee Golf Tournament works Daniel will explain now."

"In a basic SHFG Tournament you start with three qualifying rounds. The Amateur, Masters, and Pro. After that you move onto the prelims in each group followed by semis and then the finals. In the qualifier anywhere from ten to eighteen teams can join but only the six best move onto the next rounds. From there it's wittled down to the Champion team for each tourney. Kellin will expalin the mechanics of SHFB."

"On each team you have three people. The golfer who throws the frisbees, the caddy who supplies the frisbees and paint, and then finally the rifleman who is allowed to shoot the frisbees of another team from the air. Because of past "accidents" the rifleman is only allowed to use blanks in legal tournaments."

"If you're new to the sport you may be wondering why the caddy supplies paint. That's because each of the eighteen targets are attached to a different person's back. These people can and will move around quite a bit. In order to win the golfer must tag all eighteen in a row. The rifleman of course is not allowed to fire at a target and as stated by Kellin can only fire at other team's frisbees."

"Thanks we are currently waiting for the rosters for each team and I can hardly wait for the tournament to get underway."

"This has been Daniel Rainsmith."

"And Kellin Hannon."

"Reporting for CESN the second or third worlwide leader in sports news."

OOC: Just register here by listing the team's golfer, caddy, and rifleman. Once we have enough we can start.

and a bump

I swear to God that this is probably not a bump.

OOC: i will play, i just want to know what the rifleman can do if he only uses blanks?

*tag*

OOC: It was explained. He shoots the other team's frisbees in mid-air.

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ooc: having fun with your bumps?

Why yes. Yes I am. BUMP going to participate? or Bumpaliciousnessocity

bump for Camel Eaters gerash

OOC: yeah but you said he uses blanks

OOC: Yes blanks. Which are not lethal but can still hurt like hell when fired at you. So he/she can still knock the frisbee out of the air.

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OOC: Is this open dude? We'd certainly love to send our Champion Slaughter House Frisbee Golf Human Target for the tourney!

OOC: Yes it's open it's super open. Whoever wants to send whatever can.

Damn Caddy, you always hold us up, we're gonna be late for the sign up and if we don't make it in the qualifying round, you know who's ass is gonna be on the line don't you?

Yes, sir, sorry sir

:: approaching sign in table ::

Hi, I'm Tigger Whoulds, Golfer from Mauiwowee, this here is my caddy, Mill Burray and my rifleman, Chuck Connors. You should already have our name on the list as a competing team. Excuse me, ::: turning to Caddy ::: what? yes, yes, go pee dammit, but hurry back quick and don't spill the paint you imbecile. :: turning to rifleman :: Yes Chuck, I know, blanks only, takes the sport out of it, but we can't go around having accidents with everyone now can we?

OOC: Good enough CE?

OOC: Yeah it's awesome.

IC: Tiger Whoulds, Mill Burray, Chuck Connors. Yeah you're here. The prize for winning the amateur is a three month supply of White Widow. Yes that's right we're giving away pot as the prizes. As soon as the other teams show we can start. Thank you come again.

OOC: Yeah it's awesome.

IC: Tiger Whoulds, Mill Burray, Chuck Connors. Yeah you're here. The prize for winning the amateur is a three month supply of White Widow. Yes that's right we're giving away pot as the prizes. As soon as the other teams show we can start. Thank you come again.

That's right Chuck, white widow, 3 months worth so get ready and ::: caddy runs up ::: fuck Mill, did you piss yourself again, you're an embarrasment to Mauwiwowee and, fer Chrissakes, where is your JoB Rolling Papers sponsorship hat, we get paid good money for you to wear that thing you know. Damn, I'm surrounded by dunderheads, might as well have a dancing gopher for a caddy.

Cool! Our candidate, Eddy "Earless" Eriksson will be arriving in your emminent nation shortly! We admit we may have oversold him slightly, as Slaughter House Frisbee Golf is still a fairly underground sport in Slaytanicca and he has had little opportunity to display his prowess. He is, however, reigning champion dodger in Slaytaniccan Drunken Medieval Axe-Throwing, and we trust he will not embarrass our nation!



OOC: I realise this isn't really an entry, but Slaytaniccans are far too lazy to learn how to throw frisbees :)

You're temporary house is located under the south Hill o' Green. Umm....... Where are those other teams?

Drunken Medieval Axe-Throwing

Sounds like another CE tournament in the making. :D

Making it right now.

Erik stepped out of the plane and irritably flicked his hair from the stumps on the side of his head, squintin in the Camel Eatertian sun. He'd already decided it was too hot here. It put his senses all out of key, and he didn't like that. It never payed to be put off balance in this game. It reminded him of that fateful day back in ninety-three, the day the wind wasn't blowing quite right.. the day he lost his first ear...

As he walked to the car which had been ordered for him he instead strove to fill his mind with trajectories and flight paths. Frisbees were a whole different thing to axes. They curved completely differently. Of course he was used to variation, the crafty Slaytaniccan Drunken Medieval Axe-Throwers employing various tricks in the construction and balancing of their axes to catch an unwary dodger. Hollow handles, holes and fins had become all too common these last few years. But frisbees..

His conscious mind an almost perfect playback of the frisbee videos he had spent the flight to Camel Eaters watching, he got in the car and let the driver take him to the game.

An aged instructor was teaching young children the basics of frisbee attack techniques.

"Good make sure it wobbles enough on the updraft to swerve back and smash 'em." The old man said while demonstrating.

"Alright see the wind plan for it and throw." A boy no older than eight managed to catch a strong breeze and his frisbbe soared up wards in a straight line. Coming down to earht it swerved and slammed into Tiger Whoulds.

OOC: It's a frisbee so it shouldn't hurt just annoy.

An aged instructor was teaching young children the basics of frisbee attack techniques.

"Good make sure it wobbles enough on the updraft to swerve back and smash 'em." The old man said while demonstrating.

"Alright see the wind plan for it and throw." A boy no older than eight managed to catch a strong breeze and his frisbbe soared up wards in a straight line. Coming down to earht it swerved and slammed into Tiger Whoulds.

OOC: It's a frisbee so it shouldn't hurt just annoy.

Hey, not bad kid, try it again, but this time lets do it right, Chuck, get ready to shoot the kid's frisbee down.

The kid smirked and threw as hard as he could at Tiger's head. A tiny blade popped out......

OOC: Better shoot that sucker down. ;)

The kid smirked and threw as hard as he could at Tiger's head. A tiny blade popped out......

OOC: Better shoot that sucker down. ;)

Whipping his rifle up in true Rifleman style, Chuck Conners squeezed off two rounds. The frisbee suddenly flipped, end-over-end and crashed to the ground. Tigger walked over and picked it up and noticed the blade, and the wads from the two blank cartridges embedded, one on top and one on the bottom, of the frisbee - "why you little turd!" He exclaimed, "I thought you were some ameteur, you should've told me you were in the junior division. Caddie, quit playing with yourself you dweeb, get over here and show this kid how to modify the blades on this thing for maximum effect."

OOC: btw, just in case you are too young to remember, Chuck Connors was "The Rifleman" in the 1960's tv show, no one can out shoot him. :D

The old man walked over. "I'm not sure your caddy should be modifying that. You are after all playing in the Amateur turney yourself."

OOC: Where are more people? Damn if nobody else shows up then I'm going to have give your guys the win.

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The old man walked over. "I'm not sure your caddy should be modifying that. You are after all playing in the Amateur turney yourself."

OOC: Where are more people? Damn if nobody else shows up then I'm going to have give your guys the win.

"Yeah, but I enjoy it when he cuts himself, he's such a nimrod! If he didn't know how to carry the paint so well and provide such comic relief I'd have him shot in an accident during a tourney." whispered Tigger to the old man.

"That is kind of funny. You have to admit."

OOC: Is this dead? My crazy earless hippy wants to dodge some axes.. um, frisbees!
(I'm working on a Drunken Medieval Axethrowing page if you're interested CE :))