The Duck and Spackle Bar

[leprechaun]

*Leprechaun curses*

"Dang admin missiles. I obviously didn't bury the bar deep enough."

"Still, having sifted through the wreckage, the bar's still functional."



*Spam stirs in the corners*

"Oh no you don't. This bar stays entirely spam-free or I will bar everyone and lock the entrance. I mean it guys, either post well or this bar gets locked tighter than a hamster's anal ring."



Plus, with my NinjAdmin skillz0rs, I can also thoroughly Ohm anyone who doesn't like the idea of a spam-free thread.




"Drinks are half price! Cleaning of sootmarks complete! Welcome back, but behave, or it'll be the worse for you"

 

[Halden The Borch shooter]

*Sits down with a drink*

"Your signature is massively huge."

 

[leprechaun]

"True, but at the same time it is also very pointed and relevant, especially to this thread."


*Sips a Guinness*

"Aaaaahhh"

 

[morgoth2005]

"Gimme vodka, vodka vodka!!!!!"

*walks in, sways and falls on the floor, unconscious*

 

[leprechaun]

"Well, that's not a good start."


"When you awake from your slumber, there's a vodka on the bar counter."

 

[Halden The Borch shooter]

*Scratches head*

"Why on earth is he squeezing a sandwhich and yelling at it? Poor sandwhich... I'll bet that he eats it next."

 

[sathlofalga]

A lone figure enters the bar,wearing a black cloak,And a hood over this head.
He sits down at the far side of the bar,his bulking sword almost knocks over a chair behind him.
He orders a drink,and slides his bag of infinet gold to Leprechaun for safe keeping.

''Okay...so what are we doing this time?,bar fights?,giant monster that are named with care to avoid copyright infridgement?,Or are we gonna just make arses out of our self?.''

 

[leprechaun]

"We're going to have civilised conversation, drinking, the occasional fight, but they won't last more than a page or so, and above all, we're going to have fun. Or else."


"A sandwich is made to be eaten, after all."

 

[sathlofalga]

..''All right gents,last week a bunch of sea raiders decided to take a swing at my horse,Silver wind.Now i most certainly did not get a good kick out of this so i gave them what for.''

 

[leprechaun]

"Wait, is it the same lot who broke into my aunt's house and stole her laundry? Leader's a short skinny guy with a moustache and apparently a fetish for large women's underwear?

 

[morgoth2005]

*wakes up, hears the last words, throws up, goes back into unconsciousness*

 

[sathlofalga]

''Ahh yes that menace.Indeed it was.I'm guessing when he saw my purebred war horse,he though it woald pay his way into ladys under garments,scoundrel!.''

 

[leprechaun]

"Doesn't even want his vodka, then?"

*Downs morgoth's vodka*


"Well, I hope you told him to get a shave. That little toothbrush was pathetic."

 

[sathlofalga]

''Oh the swine wont need a shave.I chopd his head with Arbiter -points to huge sword next to himself- and buryd him and his lot on gutsting hill a few miles away from town.''

 

[leprechaun]

"Thanks, that saves me from having to do it."


*Sip*


"Aaaahhhh"

 

[morgoth2005]

A couple of men walk in. They pick up morgoth and drag him out by the arms. a few minutes later the patrons heard sevearl beating sounds and a sound of a released crossbow.

 

[Llew2]

But what do we do if we don't spam?

I'll take an Earl Gray please.

 

[sathlofalga]

''You heard him,polite converseing,a bar fight or two,and no spam...OR-ElSE.''


''Now as i was saying Leprechaun,what if taxes really DID truely affect the noblemen?.The count coald slash taxes on towns people,so farmers coald bring in more crop,makeing the town more profitable.And the pool of mercenarys comeing threw here woald increase drasticly,thus makeing bars quite richer,and armor and wepon salesmen double the profits,and if the towns people are more profitable,the noble men pool crops,gold,and equipment out of towns people,but just the extra things,but when the noble men get there taxes,they will be able to pay at least 60% of the taxes,while STILL makeing the noble men richer.I quite dont think they really understand this ''change'' thing...''

 

[Halden The Borch shooter]

*Shakes head pityingly*

"The system we have right now works just fine, thank you very much. See, we spend our money while you peasants earn it, then we take the money back from you and spend it again. Simple."

 

[Jerky]

*Jerky comes in*
"Sorry I'm late, the messenger died before he finished telling me where the pub is.."

*looks around*
"So umm.. Who's the owner?"

Hugglez!
=^-^=Jerky=^-^=