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It has come to my attention that the inhabitants of these forums are far more cultured and civilized than those of the surrounding areas, and thus need some place to immerse themselves in high class culture, the kind NOT possessed by Thunder’s and Zanon’s PRP Bar. The code of conduct contains only seven words: I reserve the right to shoot you. I have an authentic Zanon Revolver Replica, and I am not afraid to use it. Also, many of the items sold here are made to honor the greatest of RPs and RPers. So, without further ado:
The Smylez: This drink is completely harmless (please ignore the green smoke) and will do absolutely no damage to your liver and kidneys. Seriously.
Popsicle: Perfect for when the creative juices of your mind are depleted. A favorite of popular author Mockingjay.
The Zanon: Peace, order and justice. Gunpoint to follow.
A Warhawk creation.
Korhallian Burgundy: Extremely flammable. Trust me, I know. *shudder*
The Breakout: Causes you to feel increasingly epic until you suddenly pass out right before reaching maximum awesomeness.
Mothership: It seems like it would be a really great idea, but it costs a ton, and it’s so big you can only have one at a time.
An Owlfeathers drink.
Spectre Scone: Has been know to cause a Crash.
Extra Deliciously Tasty Biscuit: OH BOY! OH BOY! IT’S AN EXTRA DELICIOUSLY TASTY BISCUIT!!
Doom Shrooms: Destroys everything you hold dear. It won’t be hard.
Meat Pie: Actually, no… I have no idea what kind of meat that is… hm. Smells like kitten, maybe.
Scone: Comes in virtually any flavor you can imagine.
Tea and Biscuits: Anyone asking for an explanation will be shot.
Changeling Swirl (ice cream): The most tasty swirl you'll ever taste. Specially made by a subzero ice cream dispenser created by a certain hybrid. It moves ever so slightly. Induces severe giddiness and euphoria. Don't mind the constant chattering in your head. It'll go away after it takes over your brain.
A Smylez creation.
Marine: Boiled until the shell takes on a delicious red color… or, blue color… or green… you know, I’m beginning to think they already looked like that.
Creepshake: Yes, this is considered food. Haven’t you ever tried to eat Creep? A favorite of famous RPer Vultureling.
Live Creep: In case you think eating needs to be an extreme sport.
Broodling Legs: Get over it. Zerg eat Zerg.
Fried Liver: It seems strangely familiar…
Psi Cherries: Psionic fruit?
Mashed Potatoes: Absorb the tastiness!
Please don’t set the liquor on fire, or we’ll have to ask you to leave.
There aren’t any Roaches in the back… but I AM a Roach, so that would be redundant.
Smylez is in charge when I am not around.
Edited by KnarledOne on 12/30/2012 1:26 PM PST
Sheriff to Glorious Leader :)
Glorious Leader :)
Objection! His title is "Our Glorious Dictator!" Nothing more, nothing less!
I grab Jester and slowly integrated him into my own energy, a painful process for him, not so for me. His blood is kept perfectly still, not going anywhere, and his organs stop moving. His entire body was paralyzed. I had absorbed his hands and feet when I throw him into my Shadow Realm. "Enjoy some torture for the next 2 minutes."
I step from the shadows and shake my head. "I have clones of clones. Oh, by the way, that one will survive for another fifteen million years before it begs for mercy. That is, if I don't decide to kill it now." In the Shadow Realm, the clone disappears in a blue mist.
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