The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Brocklandia wrote:

Maybe cut back on your dosage a bit? When the doctors say "two pills a day," they didn't mean for each day since you were born.

I saved Santa and then he gave me some candy and now I'm seeing all sorts of... colors...

Purple- I mean green- is cool. I like this color. It looks like a plant. I want more of this color.

Also, I'm a zombie now. So I'm not doing as well as I used to.

Definitely toby wrote:

_or...^{were you always this thin?}

I owe my build to diet, exercise, good genetics, and an uncanny ability to know when Cheffy is about to come charging out of the kitchen with knives a-flashing.

Pricane wrote:

I saved Santa

See, that's where you went wrong. Santa is an ageless elder god who slumbers in the Arctic, the sole remnant of a long-dead, unknowable race. His body is not of flesh and blood, but of bones, teeth, and cartilage, barely contained in a straining red-and-white suit: a shambling parody of life.

NORAD has tracked his movements for half a century, for all we can do is stand mutely and watch as he seeds his madness. For millennia his mind has reached out from the Arctic, shaping our dreams, twisting our perceptions, until the only image anyone can retain when not directly looking at him is the implanted memory of a smiling, jolly old man.

Every year he awakens from his frozen slumber. Every year he comes to us all. Every year we try to stop him and every year we fail.

You will know him by his gifts left behind. All are illusions. Their horrifying true nature is incomprehensible, our gibbering madness instantly subsumed by happy memories of toys and chocolate the second we look away. Estimates put ten percent of all consumer goods in the world as being his output. We clothe ourselves in them. We eat them. We share them with our kids. Specially drugged government agents have retained glimpses of the true nature of his gifts, but at the cost of shattering their sanity beyond any recovery..

Brocklandia wrote:

I owe me build to diet, exercise, good genetics, and an uncanny ability to know when Cheffy is about to come charging out of the kitchen with knives a-flashing.

_{I ssseeeee....}

^{I'm gonna go... got to charge my stuff and work on school. Keep up the diet, I supposee...}

_{get ready for East Lodge to come back soon. In a month or two... he's gonna be a complete amnesiac. Have fun with that...}

You feel the presence leave your shoulder. It takes a second for your ear to feel empty after I leave

Definitely toby wrote:

_{What kind of word is whilst???} a voice in the air whispers

An English conjunction, originally from Middle English and first recorded in the 1325 to 1375 timeframe. Today it is generally viewed as archaic and is most often encountered in British English.

What do we look like, Dictionary.com?

Brocklandia wrote:

See, that's where you went wrong. Santa is an ageless elder god who slumbers in the Arctic, the sole remnant of a long-dead, unknowable race. His body is not of flesh and blood, but of bones, teeth, and cartilage, barely contained in a straining red-and-white suit: a shambling parody of life.

NORAD has tracked his movements for half a century, for all we can do is stand mutely and watch as he seeds his madness. For millennia his mind has reached out from the Arctic, shaping our dreams, twisting our perceptions, until the only image anyone can retain when not directly looking at him is the implanted memory of a smiling, jolly old man.

Every year he awakens from his frozen slumber. Every year he comes to us all. Every year we try to stop him and every year we fail.

You will know him by his gifts left behind. All are illusions. Their horrifying true nature is incomprehensible, our gibbering madness instantly subsumed by happy memories of toys and chocolate the second we look away. Estimates put ten percent of all consumer goods in the world as being his output. We clothe ourselves in them. We eat them. We share them with our kids. Specially drugged agents have retained glimpses of the true nature of his gifts, but at the cost of shattering their sanity beyond any recovery..

I couldn't stop laughing when I read this out loud. I love this.

Is this why I feel happy? I'm still questioning what the "You've been a very good boy this year! For now...." means.

Maybe he's calling me out for the utter monster of a person I am. Idk. He might have been not locking anything in just yet.

I cleaned up the mess on the roof. The peanuts went everywhere. They ran everywhere...

I'm sleepy...

Brocklandia wrote:

An English conjunction, originally from Middle English and first recorded in the 1325 to 1375 timeframe. Today it is generally viewed as archaic and is most often encountered in British English.

What do we look like, Dictionary.com?

_{It still sounds dumb.}

the word whilst repeats as I finally leave

Definitely toby wrote:

^{I think Zany Zanes sleeps a lot.} _{Their motto is literally "zzzzz"}

The maintenance worker laughs from the beams around the ceiling.

They totally got your number Z.

Brocklandia wrote:

Santa Description

See, that's where you went wrong. Santa is an ageless elder god who slumbers in the Arctic, the sole remnant of a long-dead, unknowable race. His body is not of flesh and blood, but of bones, teeth, and cartilage, barely contained in a straining red-and-white suit: a shambling parody of life.

NORAD has tracked his movements for half a century, for all we can do is stand mutely and watch as he seeds his madness. For millennia his mind has reached out from the Arctic, shaping our dreams, twisting our perceptions, until the only image anyone can retain when not directly looking at him is the implanted memory of a smiling, jolly old man.

Every year he awakens from his frozen slumber. Every year he comes to us all. Every year we try to stop him and every year we fail.

You will know him by his gifts left behind. All are illusions. Their horrifying true nature is incomprehensible, our gibbering madness instantly subsumed by happy memories of toys and chocolate the second we look away. Estimates put ten percent of all consumer goods in the world as being his output. We clothe ourselves in them. We eat them. We share them with our kids. Specially drugged government agents have retained glimpses of the true nature of his gifts, but at the cost of shattering their sanity beyond any recovery..

Shook.

Glad that's not my Winter deity.

Neutrality Foundation wrote:

The maintenance worker laughs from the beams around the ceiling.

They totally got your number Z.Shook.

Glad that's not my Winter deity.

_{They sleep all the time... only liking a few posts.... now and then...}

^{Do you play wow? The Faire is in town, if you want to visit. It'll leave on the 7th.}

Definitely toby wrote:

_{They sleep all the time... only liking a few posts.... now and then...}

^{Do you play wow? The Faire is in town, if you want to visit. It'll leave on the 7th.}

"Wow"? Is that like where you point at things that surprise you? 'Cause I gotta say, this is probably the best location if so. Just this morning I saw at least three unique wow worth things alone.

Neutrality Foundation wrote:

"Wow"? Is that like where you point at things that surprise you? 'Cause I gotta say, this is probably the best location if so. Just this morning I saw at least three unique wow worth things alone.

_{it's a game. World of Warcraft.}

energy festers around your skull

^{it's fun to play. What were they? Tell me the wow worthy moments. Also there is a hole in the wall, and it's been patched up. Did you do that?}
the energy materializes around your shoulders. I appear on your shoulders.

I never went to this spot before. This is a better place to stay than other places I've been to. I might hang out here now, by actually hanging

Definitely toby wrote:

_{it's a game. World of Warcraft.}

energy festers around your skull

Intriguing!

Definitely toby wrote:

^{it's fun to play. What were they? Tell me the wow worthy moments.}

Some things are best left unspoken.

Definitely toby wrote:

^{Also there is a hole in the wall, and it's been patched up. Did you do that?}

Yeah well...that's my job!

Points out the job title.

Definitely toby wrote:

the energy materializes around your shoulders. I appear on your shoulders.

I never went to this spot before. This is a better place to stay than other places I've been to. I might hang out here now, by actually hanging

It is nice, huh? You can observe the chaos from above and it gives me a nice spot to watch out for repair needs! Plus, it has a nice cool breeze over here that washes away the strange smells from the kitchen and the bonus of being as far from the floor as you can get in here.

Neutrality Foundation wrote:

Intriguing!

Some things are best left unspoken.

Yeah well...that's my job!

Points out the job title.

It is nice, huh? You can observe the chaos from above and it gives me a nice spot to watch out for repair needs! Plus, it has a nice cool breeze over here that washes away the strange smells from the kitchen and the bonus of being as far from the floor as you can get in here.

Will definitely do this in the future. No I wonder how long you've been up here.

Actually there's a room in there. No one's been in there, for at least 10 days? I don't know. I do so much, the time is so slow. Then I get inpatient.

jumps down, landing on my feet

waves goodbye and dematerializes again, becoming a distant echo

Pricane wrote:

Zombie Dog

*The dog wakes up* Whimper, grr, woof. *The dog runs over to Zombie Penguins and steals a vile then takes it to Pricane* Whines, bark! *The dog leaves the vile that says Zombie Kure in hopes of making peace*

Zombie Dog wrote:

*The dog wakes up* Whimper, grr, woof. *The dog runs over to Zombie Penguins and steals a vile then takes it to Pricane* Whines, bark! *The dog leaves the vile that says Zombie Kure in hopes of making peace*

Grrrrr.... you drive a hard bargain. How about we split it?
It could help you, too.

Is this one serving of Zombie Kure?

Pricane wrote:

Grrrrr.... you drive a hard bargain. How about we split it?
It could help you, too.

Is this one serving of Zombie Kure?

Bark! *The dog runs off before being cured*

Prusmia wrote:

I leave for 5 minutes and y'all devolve into eating each other. I brought some pizza, eat it. Not each other.

Eats the remains of the pizza.

Definitely toby wrote:

No. The bar never attacks people. You're safe here.

You'll be finneeee....
looks at the kitchen door, hearing the souls cry

Look the music is really loud today. It sounds like screaming. It's not...

so that person was just hullutionating?

Zombie Dog wrote:

Bark! *The dog runs off before being cured*

Hmmmm. Sure, I forgive you. I'm sorry Zombie Dog

*drinks the zombie kure*

Shameless shady 14666 wrote:

so that person was just hullutionating?

Yes. Just hallucinating

sleeps in the corner of the room, kinda droopy

snores and stirs

It's too quiet...

Eh, I'll get water from somewhere. They probably won't mind...

gets water from the nearest sink

Brocklandia wrote:

And where will you take it? And have it back before 11--it has a curfew.

I’ll take it to my table and drink it.

Plant monster in a pot wrote:

gets water from the nearest sink

Watches from above.

Ooh, that's just asking for trouble!