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*Seloc comes too..* "Urge i feel like i've just been solidified in poop and pinecones, hung up for a while and had fake facial hair(can't spell moustactes......) draw all over me. But i know that can't be true............. *silence* (cue tumball weed) "What ever happened to that parrot anyway." *As if by magic the pirate parrot flys through the window and land on a bench.* parrot: "squawk, Clarence wanna taco Clarence wanna taco!" *Seloc gets up and notices his shoes start squelching (s-qu-el-ching) and trailing black stuff, so he takes these off and places them in some random guys footlocker. Takes out some duck tape from the same locker and fashions himself some duck tape shoes. Puts them on, take a taco out the locker and gives it to Clarence. After sitting back down Seloc realises his cloths are in a simular state he swaps these for fashionable duck tape items, then he gives the cloths to the little girl that came in earlier and hasn't done anything but manipulate the barman since.* "Sorted; but what was that black stuff?" | ||||
(resounding silence) "Errrrr, barkeep, get Seloc your finest ale And we should have a resteraunt put in here..Idea!" *Tiber runs to his footlocker and notices a pair of boots covered in brown. Tiber throws the shoes over his shoulder (hitting Master in the nose) and continues rummaging in his footlocker "AHA" *Tiber pulls out a small orb and throws it at the wall, suddenly a door appears there and Tiber walks in and out of it. "Yay, I just built a kitchen!" *Tiber puts up a counter and hangs a sign over it saying Ye Olde Resteraunte. "Ye Olde Resteraunte is open for business!" | ||||
*Tiber draws up some menus: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ye Olde Resteraunte Steak-5 gold Chicken-3 gold Break-2 gold Taco-1 gold Salad-3 gold Pizza-10 gold For our demons/canibals: Fried Peasant-5 gold Fried Nobleman-15 gold Fried Soldier-7 gold Drinks: Get them from the Barkeep...unless you want pinecone beer, get that from Goldmeister All proceeds go to Ye Olde Taverne ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | ||||
*Grabs the menus and rips them into little pieces* | ||||
*Tiber snaps his fingers and the orb floats to his hand "If I remember correctly you used to serve steaks here"
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*Tiber uses the orb to store the kitchen "Who needs food when you have beer anyways, I'll take an ale."
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*master wakes up and goes to chat up little girl at the bar | ||||
*Tiber slaps Master again "You'll be out cold until I say you can wake up dammit!" *Tiber backhand slaps master, knocking him out cold. Tiber then draws a goatee, glasses, a unibrow, and a pair of buckteeth on Master. "Ragnarr, when are you going to beat him?" | ||||
*crawls outside and hides | ||||
* jusanius looks up frightened and makes a run for it then ducks under one of the tables* quite a beating master | ||||
*Lets his sword hilt go* "He was lucky he did not touch m'whisky." *Goes to the door and shouts* "Bloody coward! You hide too much!" *Returns to the bar* | ||||
*master steal ragnarrs wisky and sword then goes and shares them with justanius | ||||
*Ragnarr grabs his sword back, punches Defensive in the face and takes a table and smashes it on him. Then turns to Scientist and throws him a gold coin* "Thats for the damage." | ||||
"Don't worry Ragnarr he's always looked like that" | ||||
'Ahhhh its a riot' | ||||
"Getting a bit out of hand here no isn't it..." "Now, this just plain stinks." *Tiber turns it to where it was before and sits down. | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at Septim* "Don't ever do that again." | ||||
"I won't" *Tiber reaches for the dial... | ||||
*master danses the can-can to make back the money he ows for plastic surgery to the damge to his face | ||||
*Tiber stops reaching for the dial and walks over to Defensive. Tiber slaps him across the face and throws him in the fireplace. Tiber returns to his drink and forgets about the orb. | ||||
*Tiber notices his drink has been empty for the past three days "Can I have another ale please?" *Tiber then he realizes that he has been up for three days and goes to sleep in the corner of the Tavern | ||||
*Hits his mug on the bar* "No really, where the hell is the barkeep? Haven't seen him for a long time." | ||||
"ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ" *Tiber begins sleeptalking "Scientist, why did you rip up those menus? I had a dream of building a resteraunt" | ||||
"I wonder....." *Seloc reaches for the dial, switches it all the way to war. Suddenly there all in a barren waste land, with lava crackes and everything, each of them is holding the weapon of choice. He turns the dial back and suddenly there all round the fire again.* "Cool, peace, war, peace, war, peace, war, peace etc" | ||||
*Tiber keeps switching sleeping positions. "ZzZzZzZz, Seloc, why don't you just get a hairpiece, ZzZzZ" | ||||
defensive has some fun with tibers personal effecs while he is sleeping like shoving all tibers clothes in selocs clothes so now tibers looks and smells like a walking *beep* | ||||
* justanius goes back to the bar happy | ||||
*Tiber starts sleepslapping Defensive | ||||
*defenive jumps up and kills Tiber "well that sorts that" *everyone goes home and lives happily ever after...if it werent for seloc who still has the dial.... | ||||
*Tiber uses Phoenix down on himself (Thanks for the idea Seloc) and continues sleeping | ||||
defensive goes and sits in the quite time corner | ||||
*Tiber wakes up and notices he is covered in dry poop. "This smells like Defensive's work" *Tiber walks over to Seloc (Whom is still fiddling with the Orb of Peace and War) and snatches it from him. "No playing with stuff from my footlocker." *Tiber places his orb into the footlocker and gets into different clothes, throwing the dirty ones out the window. He then walks over to Goldmeister, grabs his Single-shot pistol, and shoots Defensive in the chest. "Perfect, sorry about the only bullet you had Goldmeister, but I have something else for you" *Tiber grabs a cutlass from his footlocker, hands it to golmeister, and takes his seat at the bar. "I wonder when I'm going to get that beer I ordered..." | ||||
"now!" *master shoves beer up tibers *beep*hole | ||||
*Seloc having lost his orb of peace and war is now increadibly bored, he goes and sits in the corner of the room (a dark corner) and starts twidalling his thumbs thinking.....................* | ||||
*goes to talk to seloc to give him somat to do | ||||
"Ouch" *Tiber turns around and sees Defensive "Who would waste beer by shoving it up my *beep* hole...now your going to die." *Tiber jabs his hand into Defensive's stomache and rips out his intestines and wraps them around his neck, strangling him with them...after Defensive dies Tiber walks over to his footlocker and cleans his hands in his prota-sink. He then goes over to the bar and continues waiting for his drink. "That is the punishment for wasting beer..." | ||||
*Tiber gets tired of waiting and pours himself a drink. He then takes a drink. "Ahhh, very good" | ||||
umm.... what happned to Sentru and Firendash? have they left? | ||||
*Tiber turns and looks at Paracelzus "Hey, jello man, Sentru has taken this era and possibly the next era off, havn't heard of Firendash." *Tiber continues drinking his drink | ||||
*Tiber gets up, walks to the corner of the room, lays down, and starts sleeping... | ||||
*defensive tckles tiber | ||||
*Seloc impails Defensive on a giant spike in the center of the room.* "Just making sure he really is dead........." | ||||
"Don't think Scientist will be very happy if he sees this mess." *Places his hand on Seloc's shoulder* "Good job, anyway." | ||||
*Tiber wakes up and looks at Defensive "Best art I've seen in a long time." | ||||
*defensivetrys to escape but all he can do is moan and groan | ||||
*Tiber puts tape on defensive's mouth | ||||
*all defensive can do is dig a bigger hole for himself
(dont take away my spade) | ||||
*Tiber laughs and pours lemon juice and salt in the hole | ||||
*defensive must escape! | ||||
*Tiber continues pouring lemon juice, then remember that he has acid in his Footlocker, he walks over to his footlocker, grabs the acid, comes back, and pours it all over Defensive's hands. "MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" | ||||
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