Post by Laralon the Mad Looter on Feb 11, 2003 23:27:26 GMT -5
In a bar, various heroes are taking time from their tiring adventures to chat with each other and compare their bulging muscles...
Actually, a black-haired female witch wearing a red cheongsam that matches her enormous scarlet gold-banded wizard hat sits quietly by herself, keeping one hand on her trusty red fan and the other on her mug of root beer. Her eyes are filled with a mischiveous twinkle, and her glasses reflect the firelight.
When suddenly a drunkard gets in a fight with the bar tender, and ends up holding the whole town hostage! Then mercanaries come in and kill him. Angred the man's brother kills the mercanaries, comes in the bar, and holds everyone hostage with no escape and all is lost. The end. ;D
*Walks in, and sees a dark, foreboding figure draped in a cloak that is as black as night. Me: Hey bartender, see that guy over there? Bartender: Yeah. Me: Well, it's his birthday! Send a troupe of singing waiter or something Bartender: Can do! *Minutes later, three waiter approach the stranger's table and begind singing Happy Birthday to him* Stranger: ARGH!!! BEGONE! *Zaps waiter with bolt of dark magic*
Post by Busterman Zero on Feb 12, 2003 19:29:12 GMT -5
Okay, this time I'll be serious...
The stranger happens to be me. I get up, walk over to the bartender, grab his nose ring and pull it down so his head slams into the counter. I then promptly turn and face the guy that told the waiter it was my birthday.
*walks in and pulls out two revolvers and shoots everything in sight* The remaining man stands up, and challenges the insane sharpshooter to a duel, but he can't because the man used paralyze 1 and he can't move. *suddenly the man laughs manaically, runs out, and the bar explodes.* Has all been lost?
Don't be stupid about this, Magikoopa. Roleplaying is most enjoyable when everybody keeps the story going smoothly. If you keep de-railing threads, you may get banned from participating in these things altogether.
"H-hey, man!" I sputter at the stranger, his sword drawn, "I was just having some fun! This really isn't a place for a duel, you know? Let's not get hasty? how bout I buy ya a stiff one, instead? Come on, rounds on me!"
"Shyou know, I'm a bard by shtrade" I say, wobbling in my stool, as I order another round of Glittergold's Elixer, the finest ale this side of the peaks, "Andsh, another one of my schkills..issh that no matter how musch I drink...I will never gesht...drunksh..." I continue tio my new drinking companion. He gives me and odd loook. He was the strange one, after all, he's only had two drinks. I mean, who could have two drinks, and cal it a night? Who? "Actshually...I alsho enjoy the ocashhoinal drinkin schong...lemme schoww you!" I then stand up, and jump on the bar. However, before I can strum my lute or sing a note, I lose my sense of balance, and fall right on top of the bartender, who then proceeds to curse at me. This causes many of the patrons to laugh