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*spodie relizing that no one else has writen decieds to put the spud down slowly and walk back to the tavern*

"what the *bleep* there is a bunch of potateos and a deepfryer and no one else is thinking party?"

*spodie out of frustraton punces a potateo in the back of the head*

"No kidding"

*Keeps sipping his ale*

"I dunno, but Septim, I'd lock the doors if I was you."

*Septim pours Arvious a glass of wine.

"Alright, I am leaving for at least seven days on July fifth, I need a barkeep. Seloc, my old choice, isn't very forum active. So all orders will now go to Ye Olde Barbot..."

*A C-3POish robot walks out and in a C-3POish voice says, "I am BARBOT-4345, how may I serve you?"

*spodie walks through the door*

"wow i need to stop eating the worm."

*he walks to an empty table and sits*

OMG DOUBLE POST!!!!!

wow people still do this.

*spodie burst through the door*

"wow that was fun... NOT"

*Ernie is sitting at the bar pretty sadly*

"Spud....I think this may be one of the last drinks I ever have here.....I just have a feeling that my time here is coming to an end.....Septim....one [[Ale]] please...whenever you return"

[Ernie cuts the throat of Sir Griffinwing, picks up his corpse, and throws him out the window into the dumpster]

*walks in, sees the corpse of his father and throws it in the dumpster*

"WOOT!  Now I get his fortune!!!"

*sees a robot bartender*

"[[One glass of wine please.]]"

Lord Senturu The Bug Abuser Report 7/12/2008 1:22:29 AM

lol. this place is still hasent changed from when i first set foot in this place all those era's ago

Are you serious?  Well...maybe the interior....but the patrons have changed.....the numbers have gone down also....

*pj walks in*

"gah what is wrong with these peole......ah well"

*starts doing the riverdance*

*still doing the riverdance*

Septim.  well it seems your busy in RL as well.

Charley what i ment was the fact that the people's personality's are the same as before.

now its time for you to listen to an old mans tale of the Tavern

it was years ago. on a night not like this one. it was kinda rainy and someone threw up on the counter when i walked into the tavern. the patrons of the tavern looked up at me and smirked. they all believed that i was some mere fool of a Nub. Be that as it may. i made my way to the counter. ordered me some Tea and drank it. at that point everyone was shocked that i ordered TEA. so i drank some beer and made em all happy again. at that point i met some of the most amazing people of the *beep*ming world. and i after a time became one of the greatest *beep*mers of all time....but that was a long time ago. and now i sit here wondering what could of been. instead of what should of been......

what are you talkin about....how did you know i was a Mod? i dont remember telling you that?....oh NOOO. im too old. i now have the Old Timers Disease!!!!

get on the irc kid. boy i outa beat you for standin on my grass

*Septim wakes up.

"I'm back!"

*Septim pushes the robo-bartender into the corner and flicks the on/off switch to off.

*Septim pours Statler an ale.
"So...Statler, you seem familiar."

"Not that, have you ever insulted a show?"

*wakes up again to notices Septim's here*

"Septim, [[1 vodka.]]"

*walks in behind bez*

"everyone this is my friend, hes new to the area, make him welcome, he lives in mantrax"

*settles at the bar and calls for a pint"

*walks in the tavern after been away for soooo long*

Wow.. Charley! Do you still remember me? You are a noble man now eh.. :D

DUDE!!! I am not ghey! Those are Mr. Slave, Penguin and PJ... :D

*A shadowy figure enters the room and sits down in the corner. A hood concealing his face. The figure orders the robotic barkeep to fix him a drink, and suddenly Septim bursts in, a well crafted sword in his hand.

"Chaoticus! Fiend! You're blood is mine!" yells Septim.

"So you escaped at last? About time, I was getting bored..." said Chaoticus, rising from the seat, he pulls back his hood to reveal his face. The robe drops to the ground and reveals a red set of robes with two large black straps. Chaoticus draws a large sword and attacks. Septim blocks the blade and the amulet around his neck glows, Septim moves in one swift movement and cuts Chaoticus clean in half. The God of Chaos melts away into the floor and Septim sits back in his chair.

"Well now, I suppose I owe you all a story! I mailed it somewhere else though, check around, you'll find it!"

[[OOC: I finally managed to fix my problem by hours of research on the internet. It had to do with my IP address, I figured out how to change it and did so. The God of Sp@m has returned...]]