Forums / Roleplaying / Ye Olde Taverne

*jumps right into the pool, and drinks all the beer*

"Yeah, I drank all that.  Peace, my brothersfsdfvcgasdf..."

*passes out*

*Charley gets his drink and goes off wandering around the forums*

"Gotsd sit, Spetlim."

*walks clumsily around*

*kills Charley*

*Charley explodes for no particular reason*

"Sheptomk, hits me wit a [[beer]] woodu yath?"

"Shleptimk, bluudddddiey, wherts myi tdreenka?"

*drinks his beer, which doesn't help the situation*

"Fhrtasjdjnks, Sjhepitlkm!  Idf Preslly gotsa gotoa tso zthee batehreroomt nsowt."

TRANSLATION: Thanks, Septim!  I really got to go to the bathroom now.

*pees in the dumpster*

*Gary pulls Plato ut and pulls him into the tavern, and lays him on the tavern and grabs a knife*

"Who wants the honor? Mehehe."

*Septim does a very dramatic, gruesome, Aztec sacrifice on Plato. Septim then does one to Gary and returns to his barkeeping duties by giving Charley an ale.

*wakes up with a horrific hangover, yells at everyone to shut up*

.....*Charley orders another [[ale]] and a pair of ear plugs*

*Charley happily cannot hear Plato's retarded voice anymore and laughs in his face while standing behind indestructible glass that is perfectly safe inside* =p

*Charley decides to live as a deaf spirit that cannot be harmed anymore but can roam the forums forever* =p

YOUR CHOICES HAVE BEEN DENIED *Stamps the PWNED stamp on Plato's forehead*

*Demonsul stops pointing and laughing, yells at Sal; "GODMODDER", then starts pointing and laughing at Plato of own free will*

*creates -1000 Fluffy Mittens of Painless Attack on Plato's hands, and seals them on, so he cant do any damage to anyone because of the awesome and unrealistic power of the artifact*

*Mr. Charley spots a wild Plato.....GO ANTI-*beep*!...Anti-*beep* attacks using *beep*!.....CRITICAL HIT!....wild Plato faints......Anti-*beep* gains 5317 experience points and grows to level 57!!!*

*Mr. Plato just recieved -1000 kittens....and therefore has to give 1000 kittens to Demonsul....and Charley throws the game controller and it slams into Platos forehead*

*Charley then possesses Plato and has him kill himself for giving away Mr. Whiskers(My real cat) and then drinks Plato's blood*

*Charley then leaves because he is tired of repeating that he is already dead and cannot die AGAIN*

*starts to walk around the tavern looking at all the KD banners*

*drinks his drink and grabs a radio and turns it on*

*drinks&nb*beep*ix of lemon liquor with bud and miller light with a shot of tequilla and a slice of lime on the glass made of the finest glass*

*watches the proceedings*

*Throws some darts at the dart board while drinking a beer with the other hand*

reforms no drunk*

"Ah, that's better.  [[cider]]just in case I egt drunk with a beer.