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balthazar
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Post Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 10:39 pm |
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The town of WGARS. Once a bustling boom town, now almost a ghost town, home only to tumbleweeds and a few stalwort holdouts.
From out of the desert and the dust walks a man in a black duster, his face shadowed by his black hat. He passes by the general store and small bank, and heads for the local saloon. His silluette stands out starkly against the door as he waits a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom before slowly striding over to the bar. He slaps down a small leather bag in front of the barkeep that jingles as it lands.
"Pangalactic Gargle-Blaster. Neat."
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drachefly
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Post Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:19 pm |
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But Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blaster is a mixed drink. You can't have one neat. Do you mean Ol' Janx Spirit, neat?
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balthazar
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Post Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:26 pm |
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"I always thought neat ment warm, without ice. Oh well. I blame all the wandering alone in the desert. I'll take what ya got."
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Steavie
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Post Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:38 pm |
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The shadows in the adjacent seat fall away as the figure tilts it's hat backwards.
"Nope."
"But you will take what you're given."
The figure turns to the barkeep and pushes an oddly shaped glass across the bar.
"Another thanks."
"He'll have the same."
The figure's gloved hand swings back to the less civilised side of the bar, sweeping the small bag back to its owner.
"My shout."
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Funky Honky
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Post Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 4:17 am |
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AOL: da drumber
Location: Probably drunk somewhere. Likely in Northern Virginia or somewhere nearby.
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In a dark corner of the bar, a slight explosion leaps forth.
From the hole in the planks a strange fleshy mass grows.
This fleshy mass quickly congeals into a scrawny guy with a beard who is holding a cigarette and a beer sitting in an incredibly comfortable looking chair.
"Hey guys, have I missed anything?"
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Steavie
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Post Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:20 am |
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Hmm. Looks like it's turning into a reunion of sorts.
Sheriff ain't gonna be happy, that's for sure.
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balthazar
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Post Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:08 am |
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"Let see... Caught fire september before last. Not much else personaly. You'd have to ask the others about themselves."
Balthazar picks up the drink in the strange glass offered by the bartender, and shoots it. His left eye seems to vanish momentaraly as he swallows, but otherwise his expression remains the same.
"Smooth."
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Llefser
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Post Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 3:08 pm |
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At the WGARS Coral, your name must be Reef! Shut up, Torg. Do you think we could catch crabs at WGARS Coral?
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Galaxy Hunter
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Post Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 2:47 am |
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*Walks slowly into town dressed in black, glances slyly at the occupants with a slight smirk-
-then trips and falls flat on his face as his dark trenchcoat flies over his head. He then proceeds to roll around on the dust ground fighting with his own garment until he emerges, dirty, bruised and bleeding.*
Medic!
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Steavie
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Post Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:29 pm |
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"Another round thanks"
"And one for that guy"
The shadows indicate the prone Galaxy Hunter
"Better than a Medic any day"
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kitoba
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Post Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 11:18 pm |
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*Kitoba enters and saunters over to the bar*
Frozen margarita please. With a cherry on top.
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