User blog comment:Dragonsblood23/Deadliest Wikior: The Reboot/@comment-27019625-20151011042329

Meet Brandon. The man with the head of a fish. This is his story.

Short ranged weapon: My own body, flopping viciously.

 Long Ranged weapon: A small puddle of water, of which I splash at my foes.

 Projectile weapon: Sadness. If that's not a valid weapon, I will throw literally whatever I find around me.

 Armor: The scales of my fish-y head. For the rest of my body, I have my clothing, which subtracts four points in nudity.

 Skill: Bragging, begging for mercy, showboating, swimming at an adequate speed, literally flopping around at people.

 Equipment: Whatever I can goshdarn find. I will fight with a golf pencil if it comes to it.



Special Weapon: The contents of my pocket-- things of which nobody sees coming. An outdated Blackberry flip phone, spare change (six dollars in Canadian money!), a non-sharpened golf pencil, and keys to the house I don't live in.

 2 Minions and Their Weapon: Two other goldfish, of which I perpetually keep in a bag filled with water, on my person at all times. Their weapons are friendship.