The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Pope of joemama wrote:

Well would you like a entire horde of Un killable monsters to overrun the bar?

Whether I like it or now, that happens every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and every other Sunday. You just missed today's round.

Zombie Ducks wrote:

I don’t have a skirt.

Lucky for you, there's Amazon. They can overnight thousands of styles and colors to your doorstep. What's that?--You don't have a doorstep either? Lucky for you, there's Amazon ...

Sprays, cleans and polishes the RMB.

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Sprays, cleans and polishes the RMB.

Hey!--That tickles!

Brocklandia wrote:

Hey!--That tickles!

Twists her cloth into a rope-like material and whips it out at Brocklandia.

*chokes on popsicle*

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Twists her cloth into a rope-like material and whips it out at Brocklandia.

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

Click to show...

[Slides the Bezos Dollars under the table]

I'll report that to the aliens. I report everything to them...

...like the crime here. They don't tell anyone tho. There's a lot of corruption up there. They even know I'm an assassin, but I don't tell them anything else. They know by now to get used to it

Prelude...

Squadron Commander Lord Flashheart wrote:

Drives an Oshkosh HEMTT (Heavy Expanded Mobility Tactical Truck) out of the C-130 and into the Bar's rear alley...

...a number of operatives sneak in the back, and down to one of the laboratories in the labyrinthine and nigh infinite basement, cellar, and dungeon levels of the Bar.

Eurasian Alliance wrote:

Works with The Dᴀяк sʜᴀᴅowʏ ԍᴜv'мıⁿт ᴀԍєⁿтs of Animal Farmerica, and The Sᴜpєʀpowєʀfᴜʟ Mᴀɴᴜfᴀcтᴜʀєʀs of Eastazia setting up the 'equipment'...

a low but growing rumble ensues.

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Taps 3 times on a certain door in the basement to a particular tune that will remain unrecorded...

Bolts, bars, locks, chains, magnetic and pneumatic
seals steadily make the noise of opening...

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:

Light glows from the doorway as a fine mist slithers across the floor...

Steps out of the door to the basement carrying three boxes; one of Kangaroo🦘 steaks, another of saltwater Crocodile🐊 meat, and the third brimming with freshly caught shrimp...🦐

I'll, er, just leave these by the door to the kitchen, ey?

Slaps Brocklandia on the butt, smiles, and raises his cork hat to him in salute.

Any chance of a cold beer?

Auztraalia wrote:

Prelude...

Steps out of the door to the basement carrying three boxes; one of Kangaroo🦘 steaks, another of saltwater Crocodile🐊 meat, and the third brimming with freshly caught shrimp...🦐

I'll, er, just leave these by the door to the kitchen, ey?

Slaps Brocklandia on the butt, smiles, and raises his cork hat to him in salute.

Any chance of a cold beer?

Run for your life.

Ambrossa wrote:

A message found in the bar's mailbox in a black envolope with crimson ink reading "The Cafe"

Dear the Bar,
Due to your excessively bad food, horrendously large number of Health and Safety violations, and severe damage done to the fabric of the multiverse, we at the Multiversal Cafe do hereby send this declaration of war to you and yours. You must send a response in the next twenty four seconds or the kitten army waiting in your parking lot will no longer be so hungry.
With love,
The Multiversal Cafe

Not real.
*eats paper*

*steals your drink*

Definitely not east lodge wrote:

Not real.
*eats paper*

*steals your drink*

Not real, you say?

Ambrossa wrote:

Not real, you say?

No. This is fake. I know because it's written in crayon and has oil stains to make it looks old. This is obviously forged.

Is this water? Obviously wouldn't be, but you know.
*drinks it all in front of you*

Brocklandia wrote:

Lucky for you, there's Amazon. They can overnight thousands of styles and colors to your doorstep. What's that?--You don't have a doorstep either? Lucky for you, there's Amazon ...

I have a front porch.

Brocklandia wrote:

Oh, I've heard of those, but I thought they were called "socks."

Those are your feet and ankles. Buy a pair!

East Lodge wrote:

You're envious of being a transfem or wearing a skirt?

The skirt.

Auztraalia wrote:

Ah well, considerin I'm the bloke that butchers and processes all the dead and undead 'test subjects' from the Zombie Research Institute into saleable food products, I dinna think there's much to be scared of that I ain't seen already mate...

So thanks for the advice but I feel pretty safe.

Plays with his knife.

*shoots you with ray, turning you into acid*

Zombie Ducks wrote:

I have a front porch.

Those are your feet and ankles. Buy a pair!

The skirt.

I got a skirt online. Oh sh it whats happening?

Auztraalia wrote:

Ah well, considerin I'm the bloke that butchers and processes all the dead and undead 'test subjects' from the Zombie Research Institute into saleable food products, I dinna think there's much to be scared of that I ain't seen already mate...

So thanks for the advice, but I feel pretty safe.

Plays with his knife.

*takes Brocky's knife*

Now I have two

East Lodge wrote:

*shoots you with ray, turning you into acid*

Dodges.

You'll have to be quicker than that, mate!

Auztraalia wrote:

Dodges.

You'll have to be quicker than that, mate!

*tackles you, keeping you pinned to the floor*

I think I'm a little heavy, mate. Good luck getting up
*socks jaw*

The Uղᴅєᴀᴅ cᴀтs of Quantum Instability multiply exponentially with each passing attempt at 'godmodding' the situation...

Maddened cat screams increase in volume.

Quantum Instability wrote:

The Uղᴅєᴀᴅ cᴀтs of Quantum Instability multiply exponentially with each passing attempt at 'godmodding' the situation...

Maddened cat screams increase in volume.

How is applying physics godmodding but avoiding the attack not?

East Lodge wrote:

*tackles you, keeping you pinned to the floor*

I think I'm a little heavy, mate. Good luck getting up
*socks jaw*

Watches with amusement as East Lodge tackles a ghost of himself; a mere hallucination from an alternative reality...

Auztraalia wrote:

Watches with amusement as East Lodge tackles a ghost of himself; a mere hallucination from an alternative reality...[/i]

*pauses*
...
*gets up*
...
I - you - I have a soul?

Where'd you actually go?!

The horde of kittens outside the Bar have had enough waiting…

East Lodge wrote:

*pauses*
...
*gets up*
...
I - you - I have a soul?

Where'd you actually go?!

Stands by...

The Jedi-Zombi Jezus wrote:

...a large stockpile of semiconductors...

Remember these?