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| 1: | You introduce little known facts about Quantum Theory to support your weak arguments. |
| 2: | <player> introduces little known facts about Quantum Theory, you concede that he's right. |
| 3: | You snicker silently to yourself as you change the color of all <target>'s qcd again. |
| 4: | <target> disassociates in a blinding flash of light! <player> must be playing with qcd again. |
| 5: | <player> mutters something about changing your quarks colors, then you explode. |
| 6: | You realize that the vaccum is full of virtual particles, and go off to blow up China. |
| 7: | <player> walks off, talking excitedly about vacuums and explosive decompression. |
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| 1: | You begin to run in circles quacking endlessly. |
| 2: | Strange? Why is <player> running in a circle, flapping <his/her> arms and quacking. |
| 3: | You look at <target> and quack loudly. |
| 4: | <player> quacks loudly at <target>. |
| 5: | <player> looks at you funny, and quacks! |
| 6: | Sigh, If only you had been born a duck... |
| 7: | <player> quacks quietly to <him/her>self, wishing <he/she> were a duck. |
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| 1: | <player>'s stick-like arms stretch out and begin wiggling like noodles! |
| 2: | <player> shouts, "Sine waves galore!" |
| 3: | You are the Queen of France! |
| 4: | <player> rips out <target>'s stomach and beats <him/her> over the head with it, organs plopping to the ground. |
| 5: | Everything goes black as <player> rips out a chunk of your stomach and beats you over the head with it. |
| 6: | Yes, everything is going according to plan... |
| 7: | <player> puts a severed chunk of stomach on <his/her> head and proclaims, 'I am the Queen of France!' |
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| 1: | You curse Questor for its great and spanning evil. |
| 2: | <player> growls under <his/her> breath, 'Stupid bloody old Questor...' |
| 3: | You hate Questor, and you make sure that <target> knows it! |
| 4: | <player> notifies <target> that <he/she> hates Questor! |
| 5: | <player> tells you that <he/she> hates Questor with a fierce passion! |
| 6: | You assure yourself of your hatred for Questor. |
| 7: | <player> mutters to <him/her>self about Questor's evils. |
| What the Line Numbers Mean |
| 1: |
What you see when you give no argument: ie, You slap nothing! |
| 2: |
What other people see when you give no argument: ie, <player> slaps nothing! |
| 3: |
What you see when you DO give an argument: ie, You slap Lasher! |
| 4: |
What others see when you DO give an argument: ie, Whitedragon slaps Lasher! |
| 5: |
What your target sees: ie, Whitedragon slaps you! |
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What you see when you use 'self': ie, You slap yourself silly! |
| 7: |
What others see when you use 'self': ie, Whitedragon slaps himself silly! |