If you could play a game with Warwick Davis, what game would that be?

if you could play a game with Warwick Davis, what game would that be?

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The most insulting game for him.
A game where you play nothing but a tall lanky elf killing normal sized people.

Dwarf fortress

I'd just play a game of Fridge The Midge with Warwick Davis. What's Fridge The Midge, one might ask? It's simple: you put a midget in a refrigerator. You and the boys put him in the crisper drawer, shut the door, gather 'round, drink some cold ones, and laugh yourself lightheaded over hearing the pathetic little midget's futile attempts to escape. He's not strong enough to push the door open, he doesn't have the leverage or space to even get the crisper drawer open, the cold is slowing him down, he's running out of air, he knows it's almost over for him and starts screaming for help. Maybe you liven things up a little by shaking the refrigerator to spook him, or say "oh my God is somebody in there" and open the door to give him a glimmer of hope before slamming it shut and mocking him, it's up to you. I wouldn't recommend letting the midget die, that's when things get complicated. Though, I suppose it'll be easy to hide the body, considering... you know.

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Willow: The Game
it would be fucking awesome, lads

do you guys come up with these things on the spot or is there like a database of them somewhere

I'd love to kick Warwick Davis in the head. Just take a few steps run up then catch him with the full force of my steel capped toe under his chin, send that little faggot flying through the air.

As he lies on the floor, coughing and wheezing and chocking on his own blood, his jaw a mangled mess of bones detached from the rest of his skull, I stand over him and laugh wickedly. He looks up at me in fear and pain, his eyes searching, begging me for mercy. He finds none. I raise my boot then stomp down, splitting his skull like a melon and finally ending his pathetic life.

You can usually pretty easily find entire forums dedicated to hating on just the most inane personal archtypes.

Obviously mostly these are made by edgyboys doing "art" or whatever men who use makeup do for fun.

I once met Warwick Davis at a book signing in Liverpool. I shook his hand and was surprised by how strong he was. You could tell he had a wiry strength to him that people oft underestimate. We ended up chatting for a good 10 minutes and he amazed me with how personable and warm he was. But the highlight of the evening came when a fat guy wearing a fedora and steel-capped boots walked into the room and started shouting "MIDGE, MIDGE, COME OUT, COME OUT". He was belligerent and aggressive. One of Warwick's assistants went to get security but Warwick stopped her and said he can handle it. He bravely walked into the crowd to try and resolve the issue. When the rotund aggressor saw him he went mad with rage and started running straight towards Davis. What happened next was like something out of a Matrix movie. The attacker powered up a nasty kick, aiming for Warwick's chin, but Warwick deftly spin-jumped up and to the right, avoiding the impact. In that same instant he flanked the pudgy assailant and landed a devastating punch straight to the back of the knee. The neckbeard's leg buckled from the sheer force of the punch and then gravity did the rest. He started falling back, threatening to crush Warwick beneath hundreds of pounds of lard but Warwick rolled away in the nick of time. All of this happened in less than 2 seconds. Needless to say the delinquent was knocked unconscious and Warwick was left winded but victorious. The audience gave him a heartfelt applause and he went back to signing books while the obese neckbeard was escorted from the premises and later arrested. What was particularly satisfying was his sobbing cries as he was dragged away; he kept repeating "I'm sorry Warwick, you're a not a midge after all".

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