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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*gets everyone their favorite drink on me* | ||||
" Favourite drink you say?" *Thinking* "Right then ill have... Pint of lager, pint of beer, some magners cider, and you mayaswell stretch for a packet of crisps?" *Waits anticipatingly* | ||||
*waits for Septim to get the order* | ||||
"Remember the brackets..." [[]] *Septim gives Durza his drink, with a bit of cow urine in it for not using brackets. | ||||
hahahaha lol even Gods Like us Fart.... | ||||
BUMP | ||||
*promptly decapitates Gboypt for being persistently annoying with the whole god of good boys thing* | ||||
*Gary pulls out a UZI* "This'll happen..." *shoots a bar stool and turns it to scraps* | ||||
"I hope ur paying for that...?" | ||||
*stabs Durza through the heart, so he really dies instead of becoming stronger* | ||||
"how unprofessional Plato, you must learn the ways of actually fighting instead of taking the wimpy way and killing your opponent. Now sit and meditate with me on this matter." | ||||
A whisper runs through the tavern that seems to come from all directions. "Master the art of the kill" *Septim sneaks up behind Plato and stabs him three times in the kidney, as Gary attempts to approach and stop him Septim slashes his throat open, spilling crimson blood upon the unmopped floor. Septim stabs Plato again, this time in the liver, then he stabs him in the stomach, every stab making a small noise, unhearable to all but the one driving the blade into the victim. After all this he finally gives Plato the mercy of death by stabbing the blade into his heart. He drags Plato and Gary outside and puts them in a very small trash can together naked before walking back in. "They'll be back in about five minutes anyways..." *Septim borrows Seloc's Phoenix Down and gives it to Durza. | ||||
*Salaracen breaks out of his Meditation and stands up* | ||||
*Might blows some bubbles.* | ||||
*a huge blue orb (me, my stick form is blue) comes out of the trash can and takes over that Septim clone* "Hmm, not exacty the form I wished to control, but it will do for now." | ||||
* Durza gets up, goes to a stool and asks for a drink* " You can't kill me plato, im the closest thing to invincible since the great invention of the SCOTCH PIE!! "
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Plato, like all others that have tried to take a Septim clone, is driven away in disgust. "Years of alcohol and SP@M related drugs have totally destroyed my insides..." *Septim walks over to the bar and grabs Durza a drink. | ||||
"waiter! waiter! i want a drink!" | ||||
*Septim sits reading a magazine. "Say your drink, in brackets please..." [[Brackets!]] | ||||
[[ "i want some lemonade"]] | ||||
*jackson walks in hmm i never knew this place existed, yet its so large barmaid can i please have one of your finest brews and a hit of opium? | ||||
FREE DRINKS FOR THE END OF ERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | ||||
ah no thanks i would rather pay | ||||
*stabs Plato repeatedly with blue blade...the blade's strange effects trap his soul in an alternate reality* | ||||
=D thank you demonsul | ||||
*leaves tavern, and comes back with a badge bearing the AntiPlato emblem* | ||||
*the blue blade's power is destroyed and Plato sends the badges to a planet on the other side of the universe* | ||||
lol, do i need to repeat this? the Blue Blade is unbreakable! souls! read the other thread, dammit! | ||||
* Peter Jackson breaks hes bottle of rum on the bar and embeds it into plato's heart then pulls it out and continuosly stabs him* | ||||
*watches PJ killing a hobo magically disguised as me* | ||||
*notices Plato laughing his head off in the corner dressed in clothes he swapped with the hobo PJ killed. Checks if it is actually Plato this time (which it is) and kicks him out of the tavern* | ||||
after the defeat of the Evil Known as Plato, there is much celebrating | ||||
*Floats into the bar on a hoverplatform, launches a furious telekinetic assault on Plato that rips him and the area around him for four meters to shreds* There is only one true Yuri! *floats out again* | ||||
what the heck!?!?! | ||||
"Well now, looks at the mess you've left, Bloody hooligans these days" *Stalks of to the bar, shaking his head* | ||||
Greetings, I am sir blortad!!!!! | ||||
BUMP | ||||
"hey Blortad" | ||||
*Septim pours Blortad a glass full of tightly compacted scotch tape. | ||||
Erm, Gorris. Never heard that one before. Still, 1 bpttle of [[sparkling apple cider]] please. | ||||
*Septim pours Plato one bpttle of sparkling apple cider. A bpttle is a type of bowl made from nazgul foreskin used by the Nirvanan tribes. | ||||
Erm, [[bottlre]] | ||||
*Septim gives Plato an empty bottlre, which is a type of long narrow tube used to store urine by the Fantasian tribes. | ||||
Greetings! May your life be long upon the land, I am called Mr. Charley....This would be the first time I have entered this very fine dwelling for a drink....If ya dont mind I would greatly desire a glass of [[scotch]] | ||||
[[BOTTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]] | ||||
*Septim pours Charley a glass full of compressed scotch tape, but is clubbed over the head by another Septim clone. "Sorry guys, this one wasn't given correction abilities or very good interpretation skills..." A team of clones recover the body and another Septim clone stays behind. The new clone pours Charley his glass of scotch and Plato his bottle of sparkling cider. | ||||
Hmm... wAIT&nb*beep*INUTE!?!?! tHIS IS THE WRONG CLONE, gAIUS sEPTIM, NOT gORRIS sEPTIM!!!!!!!! | ||||
what in the world, all I said was wait and a and minute | ||||
I have to say this scotch is exquisite....compliments to...err...one of the barkeeps... | ||||
"I am Gorris Septim, son of Calus Septim V...or more like clone of the son of Calus Septim V..." | ||||
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