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*hisses n huts paw with claws out at siluette disappering into mist*

*turns back to bar and orders new shot of absinthe*

*pulls septims comunicatore before his is sucked in the vacume thingy... and calls his ghostly ninja's who couse some stuff to explode killing the ghostbusters whom's spirits get owned by the ninja's and used as slaves*

>=D hahahahahahaaaaaa
*puts a piece of septim in a box tht hadnt reformed yet*
*looks at it and giggles*
hehehe
*pulls a willy out of the box and throws it around*
*finishes his revange and disapears into mist in the corner with his ninja's close by*

*whispers in charleys ear*
best not be my corner >:)
*vanishes in a mist making sure not a single soul saw him*

*throws a knife at the new Prince*

"There can be only one!!!"

*ducks and pulls Firengard from underneath the bar, pulling it from its sheath and rolling over the bar, meanwhile, another Septim clone steps behind the bar and pulls the knife out of where it struck: in the crotch of a portrait of Drakos.*

"Aim better next time!"

"I detest thieves, carnies, commies, pissed off kittens, racist rednecks, and bad spammers!"

"Oh...and other Princes!"

*Walks in, wearing armour.*

"Resurrect dead!"

*The spell is designed to make the ghosts in the tavern regain mortal bodies.*

"Prince Septim, Prince Nathaniel. If you purpose to fight, please do so outside of the tavern. Barkeep, one drink."

*Walks to the bar and sits down on a stool*

"I never wished to fight...I merely greeted everyone and was assaulted.  Who might you be?"

"Aye, such is life.  I am no important person around these parts by any means.  Just a wandering prince from a faraway village of Jardes.  The lands there are ravaged by war, plundering, and internal strife.  My older brother deals with most of the things there, but I simply had to get away for a short time."

*Sits down on a stool*

"Just don't, ya know, haunt things. Be a friendly ghost and people will rez you faster."
"So, anyone have any ideas on how to revive a dead forum, or re-earn my old title?"

"Don't worry Mr.... Dude, I'll tell Charley to only kill you if you really need killing. You hear that Charley? Don't kill Dude unless he really, really needs to die!"

"I looked back and didn't remember Charley ever trying to kill him...odd.  As for regaining your old title, you need to write RP messages to people and have them marked as good.  Then points are given out later on."

"Almost isn't proof...Dude"

*is smacked over the head, falls down dead and turns into...the BLU spy! (Like we didn't see that coming)

"Wait, there's another prince hanging around? I have been gone for a while..."

"Friends's, Lanocs diversion, "The Crafter Of Death" seems entertaining. I believe that the only way we'll ever save this forum is if we jump on the bandwagon, so I'd like to see as many of you as possible sign up for that thread.
I don't wish to see it die unborn, like so many other good rps."

Erunion grabs his drink, finishes it, and walks out the door.

*walks into the bar, throws Fcked dude out of his seat and into a wall, and sits down.

*gets up*
wtf!!
*punches karzun in his face and picks up his seat and smacks him over the head several times*
fcking d!ck!!
*starts kicking him while he is on the floor ad doesnt stop till karzun is dead*

*Throws Some Fcked Dude out the window of the tavern*

"Hitting an old patron...how sad."

*you tosed me out my seat :)

who cares i was sat there first!!
tbh if he has been here longer he should know how to treat people with respect!!
*facepalm*

"I try and stay away for some time but to what avail, 50 posts was all that you could manage over these many days." "Tut...tut."
*Walks Away*

"The question is...for how long?"

*Sips at his drink*

"Riiiight..."

*Kicks you into a random bottomless pit*