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| The Fiesty Goat; A random pub. Fun! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 13 2006, 10:11 PM (372 Views) | |
| Rarog | Jul 13 2006, 10:11 PM Post #1 |
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If my life is sin, heaven must be boring as hell
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The entire building is an amalgum of stone and wood that vaugly resembles a pueblo building. The inside is reminecent of every cliched taven in every fantasy novel ever, minus the fact that there are posters on the walls of random protaganists from various series. The one of Goku sure has alot of knives in it... The lower room is lit by a fire, along with candles on the tables and walls. A lone Robot Master serves drinks under the watchful eye of a Tender, who stands behind the bar looking bored (And Not polishing glasses!). There is a strange man in jeans and a vest sitting at the table, bouncing a strange looking gun on the table. His bracer rings as he does so, creating a sound like a chime. At another table, a boy is having an argument with a demon over a black notebook. Another table has been turned into a impromptu stage as a young woman sings what appears to be a butchered version of "Goodbye yellow brick road" The second story has rooms for rent, but they don't seem to be meant for sleeping in (At least not for the whole night). The kitchen in back offers just about everything that has a name, and a few things that don't. The Owner, when asked, offers that if there ever was a closing time, he forgot it. He thinks it's either half passed tanked, or whenever the Robot master starts building a contrived lair. |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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| Rarog | Jul 13 2006, 10:19 PM Post #2 |
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If my life is sin, heaven must be boring as hell
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Eiji wanders in, chewing a long forgotten piece of cake. He heads upstairs, waving at the Tender. In his room, he sat back against the wall, hands clasped behind his head. "It's been quiet" he said, to noone in particular. "Meh. Things'll be more interesting in the morning" |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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| Angel_Of_Death | Jul 14 2006, 09:48 PM Post #3 |
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Zombie Whore
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Gier sits on a stool, not knowing how long he has been here, or how he even got in here for that matter. "Another shot, if you would." Gier drinks in silence, thinking only of his home. |
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Some might say that they don't believe in hevan Well, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell | |
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| Rarog | Jul 14 2006, 09:57 PM Post #4 |
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The Robot master wandered over, setting a series of shot glasses on the bar in quick secsession. "Another lost one, eh? We get them all the time. Here, this one's is on my tab." With a practiced hand and a bottle of potato booze, the Robot master fills all of the glasses, never halting the flow and never wasting a drop. |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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| Angel_Of_Death | Jul 14 2006, 10:01 PM Post #5 |
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Zombie Whore
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Gier groogily looked up. "Lost one...whatre you talkin bout...?" He quickly drank the first few shots as he looked at the robot. "Where I come from, you woul've got...like 30 rockets, ro something....' He laughed a bit. ((^-^ Good ol booze. How I/him/the zombie in my head love it so. |
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Some might say that they don't believe in hevan Well, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell | |
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| Rarog | Jul 14 2006, 10:03 PM Post #6 |
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The robot master quietly capped the bottle, setting it on the bar. He took a longing look at it before turning back to Gier. "You're a stange one.You're taking this suprisingly well |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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| Angel_Of_Death | Jul 14 2006, 10:06 PM Post #7 |
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Zombie Whore
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Gier laughed a bit. "This isn't much of a shock." He twitched a bit, and suddenly gave off the appearence of the robot. "Where I come from, you live in a total state of paranoia. No one can be trusted. This is just a small step above where I came from." He quickly resumed his nomral form. "'Sides, I'm not being hunted here, so there's no worries, aye?" |
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Some might say that they don't believe in hevan Well, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell | |
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| Rarog | Jul 14 2006, 10:11 PM Post #8 |
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"Just of you dying from boozahol poisoning." The robot master looked at the bottle again before he handed it back to the Tender. "So, what's your story?" |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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| Angel_Of_Death | Jul 14 2006, 10:29 PM Post #9 |
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Gier laughed. "It's not much of one, to say the least. I was born among the outskirts of one of the largest cities on my planet. Where I come from, a city is controlled by whichever faction clan controls the main square. Anyways, I'll get to that later. I never knew my parents; one of the only rules in our society that every clan followed was that no child could ever know their parent; it's much harder to be an effective killing machiene when you're looking out for two other people. My people have always been able to transfrom our physical appearence; it's considered a rite of passage into the clan. However, I was able to fully transform by age 8, while most cannot transform before the age of 14-18. I was never fully acepted by the clan members; many did not trust me. As a sick form of acceptance, I was given crucial parts in most of our attempts/sucesses in taking the city; I was the saboteur. I would kill the guards, I deactivate whatever traps the rival clans had set up, and I would always be in danger. We took the city, and several other ones nearby, several times, but we would be eventually be ousted by another clan-- or two clans teaming up to oust us. One of the things that I always regret about my choice in life was that I never was branded with the seal of my clan--a saboteur could not afford to have his faction branded onto him; if I was to be caught, I could not have my clan's emblem on me. I would be killed; however, this gave me a barrier of partial isolation from my clan at all times. And one day, we decided to try and take back the city. I was to try and eliminate Grish, the clan leader. This was, to say the least, and important mission. I had climbed the roof and entered the building-- that I do remember. Then, everything whent white, and I wound up here. I have no idea what happened, how I got here, or what my purpose is. I only know that I am here for the time." ((My fingers hurt.)) |
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Some might say that they don't believe in hevan Well, go and tell that to the man who lives in hell | |
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| Rarog | Jul 14 2006, 10:32 PM Post #10 |
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If my life is sin, heaven must be boring as hell
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"Sounds like you got some celestial vacation time" The robot master leaned back in the stool, looking around. "It's a better story than mine, at least" |
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Until the twentith century, reality was everything that humans could see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. Since the intial publictation of the charted electromagnetic spectrum, humans have learned what they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste is less than a millionth of reality | |
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