The Park, Friday evening
After tearing through town in a giant shoe for a couple hours, Bruce eventually got hit in the side with a winged Goomba, taking the shoe away. That was odd. No matter, Bruce figured it would be easy enough to catch the Goomba with his grapple line and pull it down. And that's when he learned about touching these creatures with a weapon.
A quick trip back from the dorms left Bruce angry. Angry enough to kick a Koopa Troopa once he got back to the park. And that's how he learned not to attack these things hand-to-hand.
One more trip to the park, and he was just throwing shuriken and bolas at pretty much anything he saw that was less than three feet tall. That seemed to do the job well enough, even if he was unwittingly down to one last life.
God help any shelled creatures who let it be known that he could take them and throw them at other creatures. It was the only thing giving some of the Koopas a little more time in Fandom.
[OOC: Open to anyone who might be out in the park, looking to jump on some stuff.]
A quick trip back from the dorms left Bruce angry. Angry enough to kick a Koopa Troopa once he got back to the park. And that's how he learned not to attack these things hand-to-hand.
One more trip to the park, and he was just throwing shuriken and bolas at pretty much anything he saw that was less than three feet tall. That seemed to do the job well enough, even if he was unwittingly down to one last life.
God help any shelled creatures who let it be known that he could take them and throw them at other creatures. It was the only thing giving some of the Koopas a little more time in Fandom.
[OOC: Open to anyone who might be out in the park, looking to jump on some stuff.]