Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Thok, Sep 8, 2008.
::Enters bar, leading his pet Okapi::
What's up, guys? Ooh, cheese fountain...
Yes! I finally Have one for my wall!
So, when the age of computers was young and we had yet to fully understand the wonders that the internet possesses....
Who remembers this game?
DAMN YOU, SARGE!
Well don't let it go to waste, cut it up and let's fondue that ********.
I_H Edit: Yeah, but no. Changing a few letters around =/= not saying the word./>
Okapis are a reminder of the important things in life:
Physics and chemistry, because they decay just like radioactive isotopes and quarks.
Okay, so I suppose everything decays, bad example.
*door opens* an unknown figure beneath a robe steps in, a hint of a flash of silver seen quickly dissapears underneath the figures cloak.....
"Greetings to all, I, am Tooqui, but you may get me something to drink, for I am parched far beyond any Womprat in even the most hellacious parts of the Tattooine desert"
*Nods towards bartender, and patiently waits*
Sorry! I actually just wasn't aware that word was a banned one.
And hey there, Tooqui. Grab an okapi drumstick!
Fondorian Whiskey; straight up.
surveys the room
The new bar is altogether far too clean. Thok, you need to get yourself a pair of Gammorrean interior decorators.
Or just start a good fight.
OR get a pair of Gammorrean interior decorators to start a good fight. That way you get a little feng shui with your destruction
What about a food fight?
I didn't do it! *points at PT*
Having been in one before, I can say that food fights are overrated >.>
Who needs a Gammorrean?
*with that, he shatteres a barstool over Darthramzas head, dumps BobaMatt over the bar on top of Sarge, then grabs Protege-of-Thrawns Fondorian Whiskey and bashes him over the head with it.*
Its a FREE-FOR-ALL!!!!
**Stands shocked as glass and whiskey dribbles down his cheek**
"You know son, you forgot a possessive apostrophe on my 's' in that there little monologue of yours; and I be thinkin' that's a debt you be owin' me."
Eyes narrow to hard slits, promising death
"I think I'll be taking that debt manually from you, say by reaching inside that skull of yours and pullin' it out."
Wrenches the beer taps from behind the bar free of their plumbing, and brings the pipes in a heavy swing through the side of PTMurphy
"Now which of you *****'s wants ta dance?!!"
*The barstool collides with his head, and he lands dazed on the floor*
The... the cross product of any two vectors is perpendicular to both vectors... and therefore can be used to determine a plane the two original vectors are on by the normal vector rule.
*Stands up and rubs his head*
That hurt so much I recited a mathematical property! You'll pay for this!
*Whips out a massive vulcan gun from... nowhere... and opens fire in PTMurphy's direction*
*sits in his impenetrable office laughing as he starts charging the colateral damage onto peoples bar tabs*
*calls life lock and signs up for S.S security in case the bar gets ransacked....*
LOL im just gonna stand in the corner here and observe the madness...lol
And yes...two drumsticks...im fairly hungry....
What th-argh! *drops to the floor with the weight of BobaMatt* x.X The heck is this all of a sudden? *grabs his Phase 1 trooper helmet from behind the bar and shoves it onto his head* Safety first
*Begins playing fight banjo*
Someone has fight without me? Boba is champion knife fighter. Best in Hoopers. You not win against Boba.
-poops in hand and throws it at the melee before drawing a wicked looking blade and leaping into the fray-
*Is walking towards the door, with a empty cup in hand, when she hears the racket coming from inside the newly refurbished bar...*
Eyes grow wide, as she observes the free for all. Hmm...no sabers...but nobody said ANYTHING about my FORCE PIKE!!
With an evil lear, she draws out her weapon. It has been far too long, since last she used it. She moves thru the bar, using her force pike to stun ANY that move between her and the coffeepot!
Obtaining her brew of choice, she ***ZAAAAAPS!!** a few others for fun, before heading back out, this time towards her castle....
*Time to start writing*
Bwhahahaha..My, that was fun....
*Narrowly dodges some of BMHM's poop*
Fecal matter? How dare you!
*Tosses away his emptied Vulcan and pulls out twin packs of dynamite*
Explosions fix everything!
*Runs into the melee and detonates the dynamite*
*quietly sips his drink*
*reels from getting whacked upside the head with a beer tap, then dives over the bar for his life as DarthRamza suddenly produced a ballistic chainsaw from nowhere.*
"Who brings heavy weaponry to a BARFIGHT?!
*Seeing Sarge and Boba still dazed, he crouch/runs over to them, stands on BobaMatts neck and groin, then flings Sarge over the bar helmet first right into Saintheart, dropping the banjo. With a re-assuring stomp to BobaMatt, he vaults back over the bar then grabs the dropped banjo.
After a quick asssesment of the situation, he kicks a barstool right into the path of DarthRamza knees, ideally tripping him up at the very least.
He then staunters over to Protege-of-Thrawn, who is busy grandstanding with his back turned to him. He taps him on the shoulder, then brings the banjo down over his head, giving him a nice necklace of the metal ring and the neck of the instrument.*
"Hows THAT for conjugation!?"