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*Zyrike pops up beside him

"nice shot, I wasn't calling you waiter, i was asking a waiter (random person/npc?) if i could buy it, but since you the owner.. can I buy it plz???"

Zyrike transfroms into the cutest dog imaginable and gives Septim the puppy dog face.*

*Zyrike walks back up to John. "Man did someone put a spell on you? The table is right over there in the booth, oh and who says that is me?"*

[Didn't you read my earlier post? oh and i didn't know that they were magic, wasn't here when he made them, but that's not me they killed]

*Septim pours Delran a Septim Shot.

*Drinks the Septim Shot and slaps Septim

"Although is good, Septim Shot is not my usual. Hard Lemon is!"

"I already crossed it off the menu, Delran...reinvent it with a different name."

*slaps Delran with a Glastic tray

*Sadark shield bashes Zyrike*

*Septim, very tired at Zyrike's attempts to god-mod, reaches his hand through the ice wall, grabs Zyrike (THE REAL ZYRIKE; NOT A DECOY/BROTHER/TWIN/CLONE/ETC), and lifts him up to look him in the eyes.

"This is a warning, either sit around to drink and merrymake or I throw you out. God-modding drives the customers away, dammit..."

*Septim then throws Zyrike to the floor and melts the ice booth with Shezmu's zippo lighter. Afterwards, he jumps back behind the bar,

[oh you ruined my good mood Septim, I wish i had stayed on 4 years ago, I'd be a legend, but nooo i had to get off because i was bored, and of course I was known as the sp@mmer back then.. with me special anti sp@m armor too... its amazing what time can do... btw i wasnt god modding, i was having fun :P notice how i died a lot but revived to?]

[[OOC:

My invention the Sp@m cannon > Anti-Sp@m armor.

And being a sp@mmer with anti-sp@m armor is stupid...]]

[[OOC: Might need the .44 spagnum for this...

And if you have anti-sp@m armor, you must be an anti-sp@mmer...

HERETIC!!!!]]

[[Sp@m + Anti-sp@m = instant nuclear explosion that only affects the one person XD]]

*Watches as Zyrike is incinerated*

"Oooo pretty lights."

*Zyrike is revived by a nearby passerby and watches as John is encased in carbonite by the gods because he hates everyone* "
Ooooo dull and grey"

*A hobo in the corner shifts around a bit when Demonsul mentions "Plate".*

"...some guy with a sword?"

[[OCC:  He is the self imposed god of kittens.  And half-god-in-training-apprentice-seventh-degree of moderating.]]

[[Moderator of the Roleplaying forum and the realm of Han-Garound.  That's why you don't leave VU. >_<]]

[[ anyone made a thread of the list of gods? I put myself in for part time ice god, explosives god and part time electricity god :P]]

[[ well there our now gods of elements, i mean sp@m is a element is it not?

That means your the god of knex and legos :P

[[ I'm the god of explosive remember o.o]]

"HAHA you can not defeat me with my own element"  Zyrike wrenchs the rocket launcher from Demonsuls hands and destroys it. He then shows some glowing mini nukes. "hehe go boom"

"True but their also explosive, thus my element"

[[um when i said hehe go boom, I threw the nukes and blew them in your face, edit button disappeared before i realized that part wasn't in the post]]

*Zyrike looks as Demonsul was launched into the heavens by his nukes*

[[since your a tier 1 god you cant die, me, its really hard to kill me]]

*Septim rips out Zyrike's skull with the spine still attached.

Fatality!!!

"Ummm...I don't know who said that...but please identify yourself..."

*Zyrike's head gets shot.

Headshot!

"Screw it...Zyrike, you are the cause of most of the tavern's trouble. If any more trouble is caused by you, then you will be banned from the tavern permenently. This is your second warning..."

*Septim shoves Zyrike's skull back onto his body, which magically readjusts Zyrike's spine to its proper position and regenerates his head's flesh and skin.

[[OOC: When you become barkeep of this tavern (which you never will), you can do whatever the hell you want in it to keep the peace.]]

"Zyrike, just chill like the rest of the guys here..."

[[sorry about early, I havent had any sleep and school work is giving me unimaginable trouble, so if i seem insulting, please correct me?]]

*Zyrike sits in the corner trying to calm down, and hes toying with some c4. "Barkeep! A pitcher of ice please!"*

"Thank you barkeep" Zyrike runs outside, make a small castle out of the ice and blows it to smithereens. "ah i feel much better" Zyrike goes back inside and takes a seat. "Barkeep, could i have some win and buttered, roasted, not in the shell lobster? If not ill just take some more ice"