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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"But I need it when Gary comes back." *Gary walks in with a British personality* "Cherrio, tip top. Fish and chips. Tea time!" | ||||
"There is no such thing as a "british" personnality, thats like saying he walked in with an Asian acsent." *Seloc destroies Gary.* | ||||
*Septim has the typical human personality and seeks to destroy anything that defies him, that means Gary. Septim disinigrates Gary's remains. | ||||
Everyone, check out the RP Stick Thingy! Yes, you too Gary. | ||||
*two Gary clones come in, one a spaamer and the other a anti-spaamer* "WHAZZUP, SEPTIM?" "SEPTIM, MY ARMY OF ANTI-SPAAMERS WILL DESTROY YOU!!!!!!!!!!" | ||||
*Septim disinigrates the anti-sp@mmer Gary. "That should be your last life Gary..." | ||||
The spaamer is the last gary, until I clone another one. I'll wait until he dies... | ||||
"Dangit, only I may clone! It's my patent!" *Septim makes Plato pay royalties. | ||||
*Hides Demonclone behind the water cooler* | ||||
uh oh... then i guess i shouldnt have... | ||||
I have gold... *pays Septim for future clones, which is 1,000,000,000,000,000,001 gold* | ||||
*Septim drags that gold back to his SP@M palace in the sky and walks back. "Alright, that pays for three clones a day..." | ||||
*Spud walks into the bar and commits suicide by punching himself in the face, really really hard. His body falls to the ground in a large heap.* | ||||
*Spud walks in the bar and takes a seat* "And thats MY Patent" | ||||
"Nope...it's not..."
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*Might dances on Platos several dead bodies.* | ||||
"Erm, you mean Gary." | ||||
"Now, for a VERY small amount of people that read Dragon Egg... THE SEQUAL IS COMING SOON... | ||||
hmmm.... something weird about these posts... | ||||
*waits for someone to post* "Hmm..." *gary comes in with a boring and harmful personality* | ||||
*hits gary with a large hammer, and comments on the emptiness of the tavern, before putting up a 'No persons named Gary can enter' notice* | ||||
*Septim sits in the corner chugging a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. | ||||
Zyrike order a Drunk Demise... | ||||
"Heh heh...you dont know what you're letting yourself in for, mate. I (and probably Verthias too) discourage you to drink that." | ||||
*Septim pulls out a form and gives it to Zryike. ____________________________________________________________ Your signature makes you totally responsible for your death if you die by the Drunk's Demise, or any other type of alcohol. When you sign you will get your drink. x_________________ ____________________________________________________________ | ||||
(removed for consistency reasons) | ||||
"i have seen other people drink and they died" | ||||
*Septim sees Zryike fall on the floor. "Hmmm..." | ||||
*Demonsul saw the psycho colors of the drunks demise change to clear before it was drunk, and guessed what happened. But it puzzled him why he still collapsed* | ||||
(OOC: thank you for noticing it Demonsul!) | ||||
*Septim picks up Zryike's body and throws it out into the alleyway. "I guess some people have weird allergies..." | ||||
Zyrike watches Septim throw out the Zyrike that drank the Drunk demise... | ||||
*waits for the apparently-still-alive zryike who drank the regular drunks demise to thank him for his necromancy spell* | ||||
(OOC: Septim chucked out the one who died of Drunk demise while the one who drank water is still alive and watching from a corner.) | ||||
[all right, then it was the one who is 'still alive' who died of a water allergy and i cast necromancy on...don't argue, for consistency's sake!] | ||||
(OOC: oh fine then...) | ||||
"I don't know why I bother...theres more clones in this world than ever before!" | ||||
lol | ||||
Talk people talk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!! | ||||
"hi" | ||||
*Ye Old Tavern is now dead........* | ||||
*Septim slaps Might. "Not when I or my infinite fellow clones are alive!" | ||||
"I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *reappears with gary with a fake mustace only an idi0t would beleive, and apparently MANY people are beleiving it* | ||||
5 Zyrikes walk in and rip off Gary's mustache... | ||||
*Gary runs out after steeling all the ale and ripping the 'No Gary's allowed' off* | ||||
*Septim pulls out his winchester and shoots Gary in the back of the head. He uses superspeed to retrieve the ale before Gary can fall on it and returns it to the shelfs. "Trying to steal ale..." | ||||
When I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck | ||||
*Delran walks back in the tavern after an absence of afew weeks. A man bumps into him, carrying some ale and a paper.* "You idi0t! I have killed people for few!" *Delran draws his sword and cuts off that idi0ts nose and ears. Takes the ale and the paper on which is written 'No Gary allowed' and gives them back to Septim. He turns and throws out the guy, who is bleeding heavily.* [The idi0t is Gary, as you thought.] | ||||
[[OOC: I just shot him in the head with a winchester...]] | ||||
[ohh, sry than] | ||||
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