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*Septim takes a deep breath and overcomes his urge to slap Zyrike.

"We...do...not...serve...food!!!"

*begins vibrating violently*

"Alright...here's your ice..."

*gives Zyrike his ice*

[[OOC: Pranks = causing problems, just warning you...>>

And this is Ye Olde Taverne...it has no food.]]

*Bill shoots himself, and another Bill walks in.*

"For the love of God, Zyrike, just calm the fuck down!  You are annoying the heck out of everyone, brining back old threads and making new ones, when it is VERY easy to track them down.  You bring back an old forum just for the heck of it...  Only the King and God of sp@m can do that! (aka me and Septim.)  No one is going to play an old game you made two years ago after it failed!"

*Bill shoots himself again, and another Bill walks in."

"God dammit, Zyrike, clones are expensive!  Stop making these guys kill themself."

*sits in a corner, simply pleased that Zryike has calmed down slightly

"Okay guys, I'm gonna be gone until late tomorrow. Be back soon..."

*gets up and leaves

[[ well be happy, I'm not going to be as active for the next 2 weeks, so i cant annoy you O.O]]

*arrives listening to his awesome GlastiTech MedievalMP3 player

*is surprised as there is no screen on the MMP3

"What the hell?!"

*notices that Bill is actually looking at a video screen on his wrist, not the device in his hand

""Hehehe..."

*takes the device back and puts the headphones on again

*Sits at the bar smoking and listening the wind blowing into the tavern

"It's so quiet in here! What the hell is happening?"

The leaves rustle and the dust settles on the Ye Olde Tavern wasteland. Mr. Eon Z. Wyte sits down at the bar, only to find his chair breaks from disrepair. He looks around and sighs. "This once had better days to it". He leans on the b*beep*ptim!, Septim! a glass of milk please!. He waits for a couple minutes but Septim isn't there.

[Its a good thing the forum is ocmpletly dead when i cant ge ton that often? and thats the name I'm using next era, or somthing else i think up of]

*pulls out earphones and watches intently

"Uhh...heh?"

*goes back to his songs

Eon Wyte walks back in, he has a black cloak, and all his clothes are as night black. The cloak swirls around him, and onlookers glimpse his weapon. The dimension  ripper. With a scimitar blade on one end, and a regular sword blade on the other, this double sided sword is deadly in the hands of a master. eon sits in a corner, he blends in so well that everyone thinks he just walked through the wall. He waits for someone to attend, not relizeing he is immpossible to see.


[[what do you think, I'm not a very good rper but this a a good char, right?
anyways, why is there even less activity then before?]]

[[what??????? my guy is really stealthly like. and its not zyrike, its Eon, i want to change my name but if i do i lose all the good stuff i have in game.

Zyrike blows up Demonsul. "How dare you take my false nose off!"

Eon looks on in distaste, he wonders why Septim took some glasses from Zyrike. He moves into some light, and some people next to him gasp. They hadn't seen him there, it was like he come out of nothing!

[[this is a new char, but ill still play Zyrike]]

*Get up from the bar and kicks Zyrike's @ss

"You are getting annoying! Stop it or be incinerated! this is an ultimatum!"

*Get's back to his place at the bar and draws a Pall Mall Lights

"Septim! A Strong Lemon and an ash tray, please!"

[OOC: Strong Lemon is the drink I invented and you knew it s Hard Lemon. It's made from vodka, lemon juice, wiskey and martini.]

[[Demonsul, whenever you get on, please go to IRC.]]

[[Please... sometime soon?  I require your great drawing skills...]]

*walks in

"Damn hoaxes...I'm never going to get to talk to anyone intelligent."

*Signifer approaches Demonsul.

"Looking for intelligent conversation, eh?"

"Perhaps I could be of assistance. Oh, and barkeep pass me some more gummy bears."

[[Isn't it time for a more serious breakfast? Come to Denny's]]

*gets up and dramatically leaves for a period of extended inactivity

*Lights another cigartte

*Throws water to Delran to extinguish cigartte*

Zyrike throws explosive to blow up the cigar

"Woof Woof"

*Septim begins petting Zyrike.

"That would be the Overrated Ale...you sure you want this?"