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Post by Preares on Aug 3, 2015 0:54:10 GMT
A small nuclear bomb explodes on Gambler's head.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 3, 2015 0:55:02 GMT
The Barkeep laughs.
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Post by The Gambler on Aug 3, 2015 0:55:25 GMT
Finally, the gambler picks up the revolver and holds it up, pointing at the sky. He pulls the trigger and there's a loud bang, and far, far away, there's an audible scream. "That'd be the son of the big man. So whoever's knocking those boards on me had better stop."
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Post by dragonfan on Aug 3, 2015 1:01:00 GMT
A strangely-dressed woman walks into the bar with a proud aura. Her brown curls fell past her shoulders and her red eyes scanned the room for anybody strange. Her hand rested on the sword hilt at her waist, and her Alice-in-wonderland-esque red outfit's skirt swayed with each step of her black shoe-clad feet. "One beer, please." She said, sitting on a stool in front of the counter.
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Post by Preares on Aug 3, 2015 1:02:52 GMT
A javelin impales the woman's head. It came out of a portal that just opened up behind her.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 3, 2015 1:05:30 GMT
The Barkeep hands a beer to the lady.
"Watch out for them ceiling folks. Very rowdy,"
A corpse falls on the Gambler's head.
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Post by dragonfan on Aug 3, 2015 1:09:56 GMT
The woman took the beer and pulled out her sword, blocking the javelin that had almost impaled her head. "Name's Akira." She took a swig of the beer.
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 3, 2015 1:17:54 GMT
"'Ello, Akira," The Barkeep says.
He moves on to another patron. The Tavern goes on for a long time.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 1:20:00 GMT
"Chirp! Chirp!" The bird is now furiously bobbing her head as an attempt to get the Barkeep's attention. "I'm right here, please."
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 3, 2015 1:24:47 GMT
"Yea'?" The Barkeep slides his hands along the counter as he walks towards the bird.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 1:31:44 GMT
The bird cooed for a few moments before giving her answer. "Give me beer!" she squeaked, "Your largest, please!"
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 3, 2015 1:33:23 GMT
The Barkeep reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a beer pitcher the size of a small child. "Fairly common order. 'Ave fun," The Barkeep goes down the line.
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Post by Benzo Washington on Aug 3, 2015 2:08:53 GMT
As the door of the establishment swings open, a somewhat younger looking man, face bordered with a short set of slightly dark brown hair with trimmed beard to match walks in. Holding the door open, a couple unremarkable men struggle to carry in two wooden kegs, the man then guiding them to the bar, where they set the kegs down.
"Two kegs of Tal'gin Mead." he says to the barkeep in a surprisingly low-toned voice. "We've got a peach flavored style as well as a, might I say deliciously smooth, cherry melomel." he goes on to explain as he tapped the kegs, letting out a groan as he turned to look at them. "Bloody hell, I didn't label which was which... Whelp, enjoy the guessing game." Giving a nod, he then turned with his two companions and left for the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 2:15:52 GMT
The bird now flies onto of the edge of the beer pitcher, bathing herself in the beer, singing happily a beautiful wonderful bird tune.
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Post by vammy on Aug 3, 2015 2:35:06 GMT
We have mountain dew cocktails, natty ice and leftover jungle juice at my place
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Post by tails on Aug 4, 2015 11:00:39 GMT
A swift kick to the door knocks it over. A man steps inside, wearing a large trench coat with a hat. 'Dreams of cruelty' is playing in the background as his eyes dart to all the other Tavern Patrons.
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Post by cargocultist on Aug 4, 2015 18:50:50 GMT
A swift kick to the door knocks it over. A man steps inside, wearing a large trench coat with a hat. 'Dreams of cruelty' is playing in the background as his eyes dart to all the other Tavern Patrons. The snake-necked man in the corner stares disapprovingly at the newcomer, sighs, and orders two more shots of whiskey. |
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Post by Gwebster2 on Aug 5, 2015 0:40:49 GMT
"Lotsa people entering," The Barkeep said.
A suited man dives through the door, doves fluttering behind him as he escapes from an angelic light. The heavens sing.
He barrel rolls around a couple of times and then leaves.
"Hm, yes, very pointless,"
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