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Game Of Chickens

A long time ago in a post far far away, a fellow inmate suggested that you could not play a chicken successfully in a role playing game.

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Chickens can’t be RPG characters ? …. I say thee nay !!! 
If that were true, why would there be chicken roll ? 
Okay, role-playing a regular chicken might cluck but if you want to be a chicken, be the best chicken you can be !
Certainly, the creators of South Park & much of the Japanese gaming industry would not get into a flap about your choice.
Suppose you are transformed into a chicken.
” Dammit! You halfwit DM, what did you turn me into a chicken for ? You Suck, man. You suck eggs ! … And, if you haven’t got an egg ……… Nnnnnnnn-ugh ” … *pop* 
 
If I had hatched ( ha ha … That’s right! I went there ) such a devious plan, that chicken-knight / hen-at-arms would have a pivotal role. Imagine you are a low level party, you’re trapped in a pit, a dungeon cell or have to cross a deadly chasm that’s just slightly too wide to leap who do you turn to ? …. Your trusty chicken! Watch in awe as it slips through the bars of the cell, flaps to the top of the pit and across the deadly chasm to fetch the help that you desperately need, having left several tasty eggs so that you don’t starve.
 
” Bwok ! Bwok ! “
” Well done brave chicken. I, Merlin, will help your stricken party. Your actions have saved them all this day. …. Now, why not ease your aches in this relaxing warm bath full of stewing vegetables while I am away rescuing them ? “
 
( Hey, it worked pretty well for Skippy & Flipper …. until they ended up as soup, that is. )
 
Some of the most inspired miraculous role-playing scenarios and escapes have come from that last gasp desperate roll of the dice, when you are out of spells, weaponless, outnumbered, out gunned and a chicken. I personally have saved a entire party from almost certain imaginary death by pretending to be a chicken, causing our imminent death sentence being commuted to ‘being simply too stupid & entertaining to be killed just yet’. A glorious, dignified moment for me which sadly led to the very first  series Camelot Has Talent, hosted by the black robe wizard Simon Cowl.
 
Think, also, of all the snappy dialogue you are going to miss out on ….
 
” Oh Cluck ! “
” My big hen’s gone “
” He’s just egging you on “
” Chicken ! ….. RUN !!! “
” It’s a military coop “
” Is everyone here ? …. Hang on, I’ll just chick the rooster “
 
I also could cite a successful campaign that heavily featured contributions from a befuddled French waiter, summoned from the future, who ferociously wielded a stale +5 vorpal  baguette … but I think that strongest evidence that seemingly useless characters can survive in a dangerous world, is that no one killed Jar Jar Binks.
 
…… suddenly I feel a little depressed.

 

SonOfMonkeyPickles
SonOfMonkeyPickles
Nick Jackson was born in the UK, the land of gunpowder tea, but moved to America to escape exploding cups of tea. He now lives in Florida where he attempts come to terms with concepts such as how flat everything is and whether the alligator is a golfer's natural predator. Nick has written for Monkey Pickles from the beginning, as established in Cern, Switzerland, with the discovery of the long-sought Monkey Pickle Particle. He is somewhat "freaked out" by writing in the third person. Nick is motivated to write for the pleasure of the experience rather than to pay the bills, but he does recognize that pleasure is still not an acceptable method of payment in most respectable retail outlets. He hopes to raise a smile or two before being ejected from the store.
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