Bar Fight Arena

Started by Cuddly Khan, February 17, 2011, 07:04:25 AM

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Cuddly Khan

I dance and sing to it anyway.

"And I was like baby, baby, baby ooooh! Like baby, baby, baby noooo! Like baby, baby, baby ooooh! Thought you'd always be mine, mine!"
Quote from: comrade_general on January 25, 2014, 01:22:10 AMMost effective elected official. Ever. (not counting Jubal)

He is Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And he has come to me now, at the turning of the tide.

Jubal

I actually flip out and beat Khan to a bloody pulp until he stops singing. Then I go back behind the bar.

I may be being an evil bartending overlord, but I have standards damn it.  :P
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Othko97

I turn off the terrible noise.
I am Othko, He who fell from the highest of places, Lord of That Bit Between High Places and Low Places Through Which One Falls In Transit Between them!


Gmd

I look around anxiously.
Bunneh and I Rule this land in the name of Supreme Lord Krishna.

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Give me my green name back!!! I am always Logothetes

Othko97

I leave. It's gotten too quiet.
I am Othko, He who fell from the highest of places, Lord of That Bit Between High Places and Low Places Through Which One Falls In Transit Between them!


Jubal

I start playing spoons, and pouring another round of drinks.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Othko97

I rejoin the throng in order to watch the spoon performance.
I am Othko, He who fell from the highest of places, Lord of That Bit Between High Places and Low Places Through Which One Falls In Transit Between them!


Jubal

I break out the didgeridoo. Armadillo just got real.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Cuddly Khan

I break out in epic didgeridoo dance.

Are you saying that Armadillo was never real until now? :o
Quote from: comrade_general on January 25, 2014, 01:22:10 AMMost effective elected official. Ever. (not counting Jubal)

He is Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And he has come to me now, at the turning of the tide.

Tom

How Can Armadillo Be Real If It Just Got Real

Cuddly Khan

Because it just got real! :o
Quote from: comrade_general on January 25, 2014, 01:22:10 AMMost effective elected official. Ever. (not counting Jubal)

He is Jubal the modder, Jubal the wayfarer, Jubal the admin. And he has come to me now, at the turning of the tide.

Jubal

I walk into the bar of the Beer Cellar. It's a long time since anyone used this place: ten years is more than enough for the bloodstains on the walls to have dried.

A discarded didgeridoo lies behind the bar, and there's a mirrored surface behind a row of bottles of drink, each covered in a thick layer of dust. My hair didn't have grey streaks when I was in here last. Some of the wine is still unopened: there being nothing wrong with a bit of extra vintage, I fumble for a corkscrew. It takes a bit of finding, and the drawer is jammed, but eventually I pull it open and find it, in its old spot again.

A short while later, the heavy, heady scent of a good saperavi floats out of the opened bottle. I don't think I knew what a saperavi was when I was last here, but as this place mutates to its inhabitants, the drink I think of now is here - and always was, a shared imaginary having little relationship to fussy notions like causality.

We held bar fights in here once: indeed, this place exists entirely as the scope for a bar fight. What does that mean, twelve years after the first beer was ordered and nine after the last punch was thrown? What scope does the Bar Fight Arena have when all that remains is a weary-eyed academic sipping wine where the excitement used to be? Is the fight over, or is this duel between philosophy and ennui now the true scope of the bar fight? Was a fight with no winner really a fight to start with?

I sip the wine. And leave a crowbar by the door - just for old times' sake.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Spritelady

I open the door, water dripping from my grey cloak. Without lowering my hood, I head for the bar, one hand on the hilt of my sword.
"I hear this was once a good place for a fight."
I take a seat at the bar and cast my eye over the blood stains...

Jubal

I open the secret back gates and unleash the GELATINOUS CUBES

Because I have nothing better to do and this seems like it might be entertaining.
The duke, the wanderer, the philosopher, the mariner, the warrior, the strategist, the storyteller, the wizard, the wayfarer...

Tusky

I walk into the establishment, remove my top hat and cape, and hang them on the hat stand.

A quick glance around bar reveals quite the kerfuffle. I roll up my sleeves and ready my fists in the queensbury style, and take a big swing at the nearest cube.
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