Forum:Giant Centaur

I think it would be a pretty sweet thing. Think about it, your walking down the river and all of a sudden you get hit with its tongue. —Preceding comment was unsigned. Please sign your posts with ~ !

La la la, la la la, la la *thwap* laaaa! It would be cool to get smacked all the way to The Mall from right by The Citidel, well maybe not that far. I think it would be a good addition. A fear for low levels and a challenge to high levels kind of like what bioshock's 2 big sister was SUPPOSED to be. Yum Brahmin 20:27, August 4, 2010 (UTC)

'Im hunting lurks" =D. Sits by river bank whistles. Tongue shoots out and smacks him in the face. "Ow, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" Giant Centaur walks out of river and smacks him again with tongue. "Oh think you're big>" He whips out M.I.R.V. "Who's big now?" Shoots M.I.R.V. Dies. 20:37, August 4, 2010 (UTC)

You're running down the way with Fawkes beside you when you spot one of these things in the distance. Fawkes whips out his trusty Gatling laser while you sidestep the giant ball of radioactive phlegm it just spat at you. The phlegm hits Fawkes, knocks him head-over-heel for 100 yards and breaks his weapon. In shock, you stare as he gets back up, runs over, and gets hit with the tongue and flung 100 yards back. You run in, feint so that the tongue misses you, and punch the thing bare-handed, killing it in one blow. Kris (talk) 21:52, August 4, 2010 (UTC)

< Walks out of T-51b polishing shop > "Looks good as new :3." (Radioactive phlegm smacks against your armor) "Mother-!" (Centaur smacks head off with tongue). Nukey (talk) 22:28, August 4, 2010 (UTC)

Hrm...let's see what is down in that valley. For all I know it probably wants to tear my tits off. *scopes in*...Hrm..okay...mirelurk...couple of raiders...a tin can...derelict car...Moira Brown poking a bear with a stick...wtf is that thing?...is that a centuar?...it's huge...oh well, just makes my job easier. Bigger heads are just easier for me to aim for. *bit of recoil, it's dead* Ahh I love my rifle. TestECull