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*Hel teleports from varrock? to Ye Old Tavern*

*notices that everything hass changed in 8 hours*

*Septim pulls out Firengard.

"Mention Runescape, or ANYTHING to do with Runescape, ONE MORE TIME!" roars Septim at Hel, "ONE MORE TIME! DO IT DAMMIT! JUST ONE MORE TIME IS ALL IT'LL TAKE!!!"

"He doesn't mind if Sean Connery says it though."

*Bill yawns in his chair, and gets ready to start off his RP.*

*Slaps Hel for spelling Deallus wrong*

"Do not dishonor the family that has done more than any other except the Septim family."

*slaps Hel (even though he's unconscious) for spelling Deallus wrong*

"Do not dishonor the Deallus family! They are very good friends of the Septim family! As a matter of fact, Vera Septim married Michael Deallus! So we are cousins!"

*slaps Hel again for dishonoring his family*

*Bill pulls out his gun and fires a couple of rounds into Testing's head.*

"Don't dishonor the Deallus and Septim family.  They've been around far longer than you, and have done much in past times."

*Bill drinks his hangover cure, and sees the dead Testing on the ground.*

"Oh... whoopsies..."

*Bill then shoots Hel and then starts to get drunk again.*

*Bill*beep*s Zyrike in the head with the KO serum, and then grabs his hangover cure, and drinks it.*

"Dumbass..."

"Why does that person remind me of Duke Griffenwing...?"

*Randomly shoves his sword into the odd person's liver*

*The Surgeon General runs in, grabs Delran's pipe, and runs away*

"Herodotus!  You ol' fool!  What've you been up to lately?"

[[FYI, I'm Arvious/Travis/Plato/Bill Larson]]

*Herodotus walks back into the tavern and sits at the bar*

"More alcohol, there are so many NAP/MAP/schmaps I barely moistened the top layer!"

*Looks over at Plato*

"Hey Plato, shouldn't you be out farming somewhere?  MWAHAHAHAHA... just kidding, let me buy you a drink or a dozen and we will go make good use of it"

*fills the orders*

"Wow, Kev and Demonsul both coming in at once!? This is incredible!"

*drinks the shot quickly

"Well, you know how things are, always on the move, stay ahead of the crowd. Another shot would you?"

*puts the glass back on the counter, and lets some black fire flicker between his fingers

"By the way, Sal sends his regards. Or something like that anyway..."

*Septim pours Demonsul his shot.

"Good to hear from you none-the-less. When you coming back for good?"

* Mr Good Cat walks in pulls up a table and a couple of chairs, and starts dealing out pokemon cards at the empty seats, as he orders a couple of shots and sit back to admire the set up!*

"Anyone wanna game I just found these out back C-: "

*reappears in a cloud of smoke and returns to his table and glances at Larson watching him drink his order of milk*

"I'm not a cat but a character from a film. By the way.. I've spiked your drink with catsup! It turns you into a cat for a few hours... enjoy the milk ;)"

"hey you ordered the drink, nothing to do with me, unless the barmans mixing drinks."

*Evil stares barman*

*Evil stares the hobos who just got in the way... takes the new comrade outside to duff him up abit but buys him a drink upon their return*

*Bill notices after an hour that a spike is impaled in his left lung.*

"Hey, how about that..."

"You're not fooling me that easily Demonsul, you need to sign the waiver for a third shot..."

*hands Demonsul a waiver*

"The three orders were within 24 hours of eachother..."

"Ok everyone, let's go down to the nap office and take a real good pizz! "

*Herodotus heads for the door and reaches it just as the days newspaper hits the stoop, he bends down and picks it up*

"Oh look, they are already starting the nominations for the awards."

*Herodotus tucks the paper under his arm and heads down the street*

*Septim pours Demonsul his Septim Shot*

*After a good long pizz on the many naps of the era of 'facepalm' (that or napfest, take your pick) Herodotus goes back to the tavern takes a seat and opens the paper*

"Hmmm.... there is an article here that says 'Due to mass napping and generally yawnable game play the current era does not warrant any awards as nothing notable happened.'  HA!  Well, we all knew that didn't we!"

*Raising his hand at the barkeep*

"Septim!  A drink please and shouldn't you be writing?"

*Herodotus smiles, winks and returns to the paper*

"Very," Bill remarks.  "That's what you get with men from RoC. Hah!  Seriously, look how I turned out."