Editing
Dragon Quest VI Party Chat
(section)
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
Warning:
You are not logged in. Your IP address will be publicly visible if you make any edits. If you
log in
or
create an account
, your edits will be attributed to your username, along with other benefits.
Anti-spam check. Do
not
fill this in!
==0611== {{spoiler|start}} Carver: Crikey! Get a load of this fancy joint!<br> What's it for, aye? Milly: Is that a...flashing bunny-girl sign? Nevan: An alluring fragrance hangs in the air... Ashlynn: Is this...a shop? Or someone's house? Or...what? Amos: So there's a casino here!? Let's pay it a visit! Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Mr Sass, aye...? I dunno who this fella is, but he must pay a fortune in housecleanin' bills. Milly: I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stay a little while, seeing as we've come all this way. Nevan: This Mr Sass sounds like an intriguing character. Ashlynn: This Sass guy sure likes entertaining people, huh? Terry: This isn't my idea of fun... Amos: Let's meet this kind-hearted impresario!<br> Er... What's an impresario...? Lizzie: (spit) Grrragh... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Well, if I were rich, I'd fill my cellar with... Carver: Wait, I don't even have a cellar! These folks have more money than sense. Milly: This Sass fellow must be quite the high-roller. Nevan: Wealth can make a man come up with all sorts of weird and wonderful ideas. Ashlynn: Wow! Sounds fancy-schmancy! Ashlynn: A flying theatre, though... That'd be really something! Terry: Who knows what goes on in rich folks' heads? Amos: Maybe they built the catwalk first, then the house on top of it! Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...like...underground... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: What good's a carpet? We're tryin' to save the world, not decorate it. Milly: I'm not one for contests... But these prizes do sound interesting, I must say. Nevan: There may be even more exotic prizes on offer. Ashlynn: I don't need a carpet! Can't they give away some pretty outfits or something? Amos: ...A carpet!? Old Amos was hopin' to win a woman's love – not interior decoration! Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Of course we know about the carpet! We earned it, aye? Milly: The prizes were delightful, but just the glory of winning would have been reward enough. Nevan: I wonder if everyone who wins the level 3 contest gets a carpet? Ashlynn: He wasn't kidding, was he? It's fabulous and then some! Terry: A carpet to die for? Does he mean the flying carpet? Amos: I bet he'd be surprised if he knew we'd got the flyin' carpet. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie want...more prizes... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey! Protection is way more important than fashion when it comes to picking outfits, aye? Milly: It's good for men to pay attention to their appearance too. Nevan: My Ghentile garments are rather natty, wouldn't you agree? Ashlynn: Something tells me that guy's fashion sense will always be outta style. Terry: I'm not interested in other people's ideas of style. You've just got to be yourself. Amos: Sadly, style doesn't come for free! Lizzie: (spit) Lizzie...not know style... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Whoa! A private bar! This is more like it! Milly: How the other half live, eh... Nevan: Let's rest here for a while. Ashlynn: Hey, didn't we run into some other guy who built a bar in his house, too? Terry: We've got no time to be hanging round places like this. Amos: A private bar? Bunny girls? Can old Amos stay here? Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want...milk... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Seymour Sass, aye...? Funny name for a funny fella, aye? Milly: I'm not sensing any conceit in him. Nevan: One shouldn't judge purely from appearance, but it is important to have a sense of style. Ashlynn: Hmm... Maybe there's such a thing as being too sassy... Terry: There's some strange folk in the world alright... Amos: That lad looks like he's drippin' with wealth. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...not understand...style... (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Uh...were you really “admiring” ol' ton o' fun there? Milly: It's not every day that a king slime gives you a compliment... Nevan: Where does a king slime's style lie? In its choice of crown? Ashlynn: Are you off your rocker, Hero? That big blob of goo doesn't have an ounce of style on him! Amos: That chair's not goin' to break, is it? Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey! The nerve of that king slime! Milly: He's all swollen up... Nevan: How does one judge a monster's sense of style? Ashlynn: He might win a Flabbiest Slime of the Century contest, but that's all! Amos: We're havin' the mickey taken out of us by a drippin' ball of goo!? Amos: We'll show that cheeky king slime - let's win the contest! Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: I gotta say, I ain't too keen on bein' judged by a king slime... Milly: Shall we have another go at the contest? Nevan: Naturally, we must set our sights on winning the higher levels. Ashlynn: Tee hee! Even a slime can see we'll go far in the fashion world, huh? Ashlynn: Just wait! I'll be queen of the catwalk someday! Amos: What's a ball of goo doin' teachin' us about style!? Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: The more we talk to this slime, the more I wanna use him for a punchin' bag. Milly: Is that slimy pot calling our kettle black? Nevan: Who does that slime think he is...? Ashlynn: That king slime sure knows how to get under our skin, huh? Amos: We're sure to win the next contest! Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Ugh! Just the sound of his voice makes me want to strangle him! Eh, but can ya even strangle a slime? Milly: What exactly does one do on a quest of stylish self-discovery? Nevan: Our voyage has higher aims than a search for style. Ashlynn: I'm not so sure I could stomach travelling on any quest with this guy... Terry: A quest for style? Count me out... Amos: Let's win a few more of these contests. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie not understand... But voyage of style sound good... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Blimey. I think we actually hurt his feelings a little, aye? Milly: I'm sensing that the king slime wanted to be our friend, Hero... Nevan: Well, our voyage has more elevated aims than a search for style. Ashlynn: Style isn't exactly high on our list of needs from a travel partner, anyway. Terry: He obviously wants to ooze his way into our party. Amos: That king slime looks like he's a bit sore at bein' rejected. Lizzie: (spit) Grrragh... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Why, that little...! I'd sooner swim in a cesspool than go on a journey with that slime! Milly: His passion for fashion does seem quite genuine. Nevan: Let's try to continue our winning streak! Ashlynn: Tee hee! He remembered our names, at least. Terry: Is that king slime trying to make fools of us? Amos: I wonder what prize we'll get for winnin' every contest. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: What's he goin' on about now? Milly: What a sore loser... Nevan: He's not going to lose without a struggle. Ashlynn: If you ask me, Hero, I think that king slime really wants to join us. Terry: When a king slime swells up, it means it's either angry or embarrassed. Amos: Just what does that slimey lad want? Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey! There ain't gonna be any room left in the wagon with him aboard... Milly: We're going to need a bigger wagon... Nevan: It's rather curious to meet a monster so preoccupied with style... Ashlynn: Well, Kingsley better not be all show and no go... He'll need to fight for us, too! Terry: So he's a king slime called Kingsley, is he? That's original. Amos: Let's see what Kingsley can bring to the team! Lizzie: (spit) Grrrargh... Party...growing... (slobber) Goober: Boi-oing! Boi-oing! Boi-oing! Carver: What's this slime after, anyway? Milly: You know Hero, I think he just wants to be our friend... Nevan: If that slime were to join us, would he prove remotely useful in battle? Ashlynn: First he compliments us, then he dumps on us... Sheesh! Terry: That king slime seems to want to join us. Amos: So he's seekin' a quest of stylish self-discovery. Whatever that means... Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Hero! You're on board for this funny business? Carver: I mean, which of us is even gonna enter the contest? Not me! Real men don't do catwalks. Uh-uh. No way. Milly: Are you entering the contest, Hero? Nevan: I confess, I'm rather lacking in confidence about this... Ashlynn: Ooh, ooh! I wanna be in the contest! Terry: Whatever you say. Amos: Erm... This is a bit awkward, but old Amos wouldn't mind takin' part! Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want to try...! (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Hero! You're on board for this funny business? Carver: I mean, which of us is even gonna enter the contest? Not me! Real men don't do catwalks. Uh-uh. No way. Milly: Are you entering the contest, Hero? Nevan: So women cannot participate in this contest... Ashlynn: Don't even think about suggesting me! Terry: Whatever you say. Amos: Men don't get any more stylish than old Amos. Leave it to me! Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want to try...! (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Ladies only this time, aye? That leaves Milly or Ashlynn. Milly: So it's got to be Ashlynn or me? Oh my... Nevan: Well, I certainly cannot participate. Ashlynn: Ooh, ooh! I wanna be in the contest! Terry: Whatever you say. Amos: Well, old Amos is obviously a stunner but I won't be able to strut my stuff this time. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want to try...! (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: They've even got a monster round, aye? I might actually watch this one. Milly: I wonder who our most stylish monster is? Nevan: Well, I certainly cannot participate. Ashlynn: Don't even think about suggesting me! Terry: Whatever you say. Amos: Eh? ...Was he lookin' at old Amos just now!? Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want to try...! (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Right. I reckon we'll just be watchin', aye? Milly: It wouldn't do any harm to check out the competition. Nevan: I wonder what mavens of modishness will be competing... Ashlynn: Ooh, I can't wait to see this! Terry: Is watching other people competing really anyone's idea of fun? Amos: I hope some pretty lasses will strut their stuff! Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie...want to try...! (spit) Goober: Boing? (jiggle) Carver: Right. Let's go. Milly: Our seats are on the left. Nevan: Let's head to our seats. Ashlynn: Isn't this exciting! Terry: Hey, what's the rush!? Amos: This'll be fun! Lizzie: (spit) Grrragh... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Oh, oops... Milly: Of course... This stage is where the contestants strut their stuff. Nevan: I have this funny feeling you wanted to compete, Hero... Ashlynn: C'mon, let's go sit down! Terry: Seems our seats are waiting... Amos: Hurry up or the good seats'll go! Lizzie: (spit) Lizzie...wanted to compete... Grrrargh... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: The dressin' room, aye? Let's go. Milly: We have to get ready. Nevan: If we're taking part, let's set our sights on victory! Ashlynn: To the dressing room! Terry: Let's do this thing. Amos: I can't wait! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey! She's got a bigger mouth than Murdaw, aye? Milly: Looks like she's in charge of the judges. Nevan: The head judge seems rather severe. Ashlynn: Boy. I bet you have to get on her good side to win around here. Terry: I hope she's fair-minded. Amos: I can't wait for the contest! Lizzie: (snarl) Judge...scary... (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: It's what's inside that counts? What, will he be checkin' our pockets? Milly: Wonderful. A contest based on looks alone would have been terribly dull. Nevan: Indeed, a man must always be judged on what's inside. Ashlynn: Hey, even your soul can shine if you polish it enough, right? Terry: Hmm... I'd be impressed if he could judge what's inside me. Amos: My heart's goin' pitter-patter! Lizzie: (snarl) Old man...see inside Lizzie...? Grrrargh... (spit) Goober: Boi...oing? Carver: Combinations, aye? I ain't your man for that. Milly: Mixing and matching items sounds like fun. Nevan: Perfecting a sense of style sounds rather similar to mastering magic. Ashlynn: Folks all have their own sense of style, you know? That's what makes this so interesting! Terry: We're not going to pick up any tips by studying that guy's style. Amos: How do I even know if I have a lick of fashion sense? Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Lizzie lick fashion...? (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Crikey! Excitable fella, aye? Milly: Hee hee. I'm looking forward to it as well. Nevan: They have quite a selection of judges here... Ashlynn: Going on adventures makes my knees buckle! Tee hee! Terry: I dread to think what you'd have to do to appeal to that judge. Amos: Did he just wink at old Amos? Lizzie: (spit) Grrragh... (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: He can say that again. Milly: Hey look, the contest is about to begin. Nevan: Just how does one determine a monster's style? Ashlynn: I wonder what they look for from the monsters? Terry: ............ Amos: I've got a feelin' this contest is goin' to be a little out of the ordinary. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh...! Grrrrrrarrrgh...! (spit) Goober: (slurrrp) Carver: Crikey! That fella's gonna have a heart attack! Milly: Hmph. Some men... Nevan: At least he seems to be in rude health. Ashlynn: He didn't even notice me! Sheesh. Terry: That old guy needs to settle down. Amos: I suppose wrinkly old ladies need not apply. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie pretty...young... Grrrargh... (spit) Goober: B-Boing! B-Boing! Carver: I bet boxer shorts and a bow tie wouldn't be too fashionable, aye? Milly: A shimmering dress with a golden tiara...that's a nice combination. Nevan: I imagine that equipping an accessory with a similar theme would be a stylish choice. Ashlynn: Ooh, I wanna try out a bunch of different outfits, too! Terry: As long as I've peak attack and defence powers, that's enough for me. Amos: How about a nice bunny suit and bunny ears combo? Lizzie: (snarl) Style... Not easy... (slobber) Goober: B-Boing! Carver: Geh. He can have it. Milly: Let's go over there. Nevan: Everyone seems absorbed in the contest. Ashlynn: We better go take our seats, too. Terry: We shouldn't cause trouble here. Let's let this one go. Amos: Even if he moved aside, I wouldn't want to sit in that lad's old seat. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Aye, I doubt street clothes would be a big hit with the judges. Milly: I wonder if all the contestants are complete fashion obsessives? Nevan: That negative attitude won't win any awards. Ashlynn: You never know until you try, I say! Terry: You can't give up before the battle even begins... Amos: That lad should swallow his fears and give it a go! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Hardy har! I got inner beauty comin' out my ears! Milly: An inner-beauty contest would be a wonderful thing. Nevan: Those who are attuned to inner beauty can spot it instantly. Ashlynn: Oh, don't hate me because I'm extremely inner-beautiful! Terry: Should she be blowing her own trumpet like that? Amos: I'd like to show her old Amos's inner beauty! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Lizzie beautiful...on inside... (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Level 8!? I'd be lucky to pass level zilch. Milly: Sass Assassin? I'd love to meet someone who's been awarded such an honour. Nevan: We should work our way slowly and steadily through each level in turn. Ashlynn: Wow! A Sass Assassin! Think of all the fashion hopefuls you'd inspire! Terry: I'm taking it a Sass Assassin isn't a trained killer? Amos: I wonder what you have to wear to be a Sass Assassin. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Level 8, aye...? Maybe if we really soup up our style 'n everything like that... Milly: It clearly takes more than expensive clothes and powerful swords to become a Sass Assassin... Nevan: Let's take aim at the top and try to become Sass Assassins! Ashlynn: Wow! A Sass Assassin? Even the name sounds stylish! Terry: “Assassin”, eh? It's got a good ring to it... Amos: We might have to bribe the judges with some tea and biscuits. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: These folks've been waitin' for a while now, aye? Milly: I can sense how excited everyone is. Nevan: That is a rather sizeable stage. Ashlynn: Looks like the audience is getting antsy. Terry: Folks are getting restless. Amos: Looks like they're all tired of waiting. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Whoa! That fella's only got eyes for the stage. Milly: He probably comes to see every contest. Nevan: Now I'm all worked up too! Ashlynn: Wow... This is, like, the most important thing in the world to him. Terry: What is there to get that excited about? Amos: That lad's eyes are shinin' with excitement! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Right. No boxers. Good to know. Milly: I'd give him a point just for going up there in his underwear... Nevan: Entering the contest in one's underwear is courageous indeed. Ashlynn: If I were the judge, I'd fail him, too! Terry: Maybe he needs some bunny ears to set off his boxers. Amos: Anyone object if old Amos enters the contest in his boxer shorts? Lizzie: (snarl) Box...ers...? (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Hardy har! If they had a contest for bitter ol' grumps, he'd win hands down! Milly: Poor thing. He'd be sure to win a seniors' competition! Nevan: It's good to have participants of advanced years. Ashlynn: I don't know... I think he's got potential. He just needs to work it! Terry: First prize, he says? Has he really got through to level 7? Amos: I don't think it's his age that's denying him victory. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! Boi-oing! Carver: Hold on... Why's that sound so familiar? Milly: ............ Nevan: I wouldn't have expected him to show interest in this kind of thing... Ashlynn: The most powerful sword in the world? ...Oh, no way! Him!? Terry: There must be tons of people seeking the world's most powerful sword... Amos: Wait! C-Could that be...!? Lizzie: (spit) Grrragh... (slobber) Goober: Boing...!? Carver: Huh? The fella next to her? Hmm... She's right, aye? Milly: Ah, woman's intuition... Nevan: Now that she mentions it, her neighbour does have alarmingly bloodshot eyes. Ashlynn: She's not kidding! He looks kinda lecherous! Terry: Let him look shifty, as long as he sits still. Amos: I doubt that lad's got any interest in her... Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: It's probably best not to tell her what's on that fella's mind right now, aye? Milly: A woman's intuition is never wrong... Nevan: Well, we have a good idea why he's got such bloodshot eyes... Ashlynn: That man's...a little dangerous, isn't he? Terry: Let him look shifty, as long as he sits still. Amos: That posh lady doesn't have anythin' to fear! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: I dunno... Maybe he just enjoys a good contest, ya know? Milly: Always trust a woman's intuition. He's shifty, alright. Nevan: He did seem a trifle suspicious... Ashlynn: I gotta say, he still sets off some alarms in my mind... Terry: Let him look shifty, as long as he sits still. Amos: Doesn't seem like that lad's got any interest in this posh lady. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Huh...? What's so special about that fella's chai– ...Oh! Now I see... Milly: I'm beginning to wonder if all men are like this... Nevan: He can see everything...? Surely he's not clairvoyant!? Ashlynn: Gross! Does this place have a bouncer? Terry: Sounds like he's staying glued to his chair. Amos: If he's tellin' the truth, I'm jealous... Erm...I mean, appalled! Absolutely appalled! Lizzie: (snarl) See...everything...? What...mean...? (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Don't these folks have better stuff to do? Milly: There's dedication for you. Nevan: It does seem like a well-situated seat. Ashlynn: Now there's a man with passion, huh? Terry: There must be some reason he set his sights on that seat... Amos: I wonder what time the contest starts? Lizzie: (snarl) Early bird...get worm... (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: Oh... So only one of us can go up, aye? Carver: Well, it ain't gonna be me, that's for sure. Milly: You should probably enter yourself, Hero. Nevan: I confess I have little interest in style. Ashlynn: Me! Me, me! I'm all ready! Terry: It's your call, Hero... Amos: How about we all take turns so we can each have a strut? Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Lizzie enter... (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Hardy har! Now that's what I call a fashion expert! Milly: Surely having both would be even better? Nevan: All brawn and no brain's no good to anyone. Ashlynn: Ugh... I'd like a little more than just muscles, thanks. Terry: That guy's got muscles where his brain should be. Amos: I'd still prefer that he wore some clothes. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie strong...like tree trunk... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: So ya can't get on the stage unless ya join in, aye? Milly: She's been practising that smile. Nevan: That lady clearly has an elevated sense of style. Ashlynn: Boy, that bunny girl's style is impeccable! I'm kinda jealous! Terry: Just how long are we going to hang round here? Amos: That bunny's makin' old Amos's heart race! Lizzie: (snarl) Ⓟ...? (spit) Goober: Boing, boing, boing! Carver: Crikey. Why can't he just let us through?<br> It'd be a lot quicker. Milly: Come on, let's go round. Nevan: The contest must be almost ready to begin... Ashlynn: Tee hee! This is getting really exciting. Terry: Are we planning to sign up? Amos: Blimey! So this is what it looks like behind the scenes. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: All set here. Dang, I look good! Milly: Looks have never been so important! Nevan: We must give this contest our all, as though we were facing a terrifying monster. Ashlynn: Whew! Took me a while – my hair was a total mess! Terry: There's a whole lot of preening going on... Amos: What do you know!? Old Amos had his shirt buttoned in the wrong holes! Whoops... Lizzie: (snarl) Over there... Another Lizzie... (slobber) Goober: Boing! Boing! B-Boing! Carver: Alright! Level 8! I never thought I'd get so worked up about this style stuff! Milly: Even if we don't win this time, we can always try again. Nevan: Unsurprisingly, I am somewhat nervous. Ashlynn: Let's triple-check our equipment, okay?<br> Then we'll be all set! Terry: Level 8? No problem – let's just get it done. Amos: Now it's all in the laps of the judges. Lizzie: (snarl) Level 8... Grrrargh...! (slobber) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Huh. I reckon not many folks make it to the level 8 contest, aye? Milly: I don't suppose there are many contestants who can make it past level 7. Nevan: Next time, let's pick up the level 8 gauntlet. Ashlynn: Aww, why don't we give it a shot? Terry: What's the matter, Hero? Suffering a crisis of confidence? Amos: Well, this contest isn't goin' anywhere. Let's give it a shot next time. Lizzie: (snarl) Lizzie wanted to enter... (spit) Goober: Boi-oing! (slurp) Carver: Let's go! Milly: Let's sit down before the contest starts. Nevan: I wonder who's taking part in this contest. Ashlynn: Might as well take the chance to scope out the competition, huh? Terry: Let's not rush and trip over ourselves. Amos: Quick! All the seats'll be taken! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Move...faster... (spit) Goober: Boing... Carver: Oops. Dead end. Milly: Let's head back to the catwalk and take our seats. Nevan: Shall we head back? Ashlynn: See, maybe we should've joined up after all... Terry: Let's move. Amos: Can't be long before the contest. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Hey, what kingdom's that princess from, aye? Milly: I can sense her will to win... Nevan: She is clearly devoted to beauty. Ashlynn: Boy, she's really into this! Terry: She's taking this seriously... Amos: Ah-CHOO!!!<br> Sorry, the air's full of talc–<br> Ah...Ah-CHOO!!! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: See any contenders here? I've got no eye for this stuff. Milly: My heart is pounding too... Nevan: Her nervousness is palpable. Ashlynn: I'm nervous just watching her... Terry: Lose your calm and you've lost the battle. Amos: Her heart's beatin' like a drum! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Heart...beating... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Aye, I've been there before – the panic thing, I mean... Not the collar thing. Milly: Everyone's taking it so seriously... Nevan: You can really sense the contestants' dedication and drive. Ashlynn: Wow! Everyone's really sweating the details! Terry: He can't decide how to wear his collar?<br> He's a lost cause... Amos: Old Amos's heart's racing! Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... (slobber) Goober: (jiggle) Boing. Carver: What's he so worked up about? His mum's probably leagues away. Milly: He's playing for even higher stakes than the rest... Nevan: Each participant has their own story. Ashlynn: Hmm... Who would you pick to win here? Terry: What self-respecting soldier sets foot on a catwalk? He needs a sword-fighting contest... Amos: I can understand how the lad feels. Lizzie: (snarl) Grrragh... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: Uh... That thing ain't really in the contest, aye? Milly: Is this a fashion contest or a wrestling match? Nevan: The atmosphere in the dressing room has changed somewhat... Ashlynn: That thing's not going to, like, attack us, right? Terry: He's got a face that means business. Amos: This lot wouldn't know what style was if it hit 'em on the head. Lizzie: (spit) Grrrargh... Why they compete...? Lizzie jealous... (snarl) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: So what makes a slime “stylish”, exactly? Milly: I wonder how points are awarded in the monster contests? Nevan: That slime doesn't really seem to be fired-up and ready for the contest. Ashlynn: Aww, he's so cute...for a slime. Terry: Is it shaking with nerves, or is it just wobbling? Amos: So this is level 7...? Lizzie: (snarl) Grrrargh... Lizzie want enter too... (spit) Goober: Boing! (jiggle) Carver: He'd better not start cuttin' a rug 'n everything like that. {{spoiler|end}}
Summary:
Please note that all contributions to Dragon Quest Wiki may be edited, altered, or removed by other contributors. If you do not want your writing to be edited mercilessly, then do not submit it here.
You are also promising us that you wrote this yourself, or copied it from a public domain or similar free resource (see
Dragon Quest Wiki:Copyrights
for details).
Do not submit copyrighted work without permission!
Cancel
Editing help
(opens in new window)
Navigation menu
Personal tools
Not logged in
Talk
Contributions
Create account
Log in
Namespaces
Page
Discussion
English
Views
Read
Edit
Edit source
View history
More
Search
Navigation
Main page
About
Community portal
Recent changes
Random page
Discord
Tools
What links here
Related changes
Special pages
Page information
Latest Updates
New Articles
New Files
Wanted Articles
Recurring aspects
What is Dragon Quest?
Heroes
Skills & spells
Monsters
Affiliates
Dragon's Den
Mystery Dungeon Franchise Wiki
Dragon Quest Plushes Wiki