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Phoenix walks into the F-25 bar and goes behind the counter. He posts the ordinary rules.
Rules:
1. No killing another character without their permission. 2. No time related weapons. 3. You may NOT blow up my bar! 4. Blast as many heads off as you like, and feel free to regenerate any part of your body you want to. 5. Have fun. That's not a suggestion. Have fun or I'll tear you limb from limb! -------------------------- These rules are provided thanks to SilverDragon. Copyright 2001.
------------------ "That is called a droid decoy. This is called a trap. And I'm calling you dead"
SilverDragon walks into the bar, and reads the rules. "I'm honoured." he says to Phoenix.
He orders a glass of water, and casually asks, "why aren't you on AIM?"
------------------ Fear not the dragon, Fear not the wolf, Fear not the warship, Fear my Crescent Fighter.
"It's a long story. I think DarC messed with my account."
Phoenix then walks out after putting up a sign saying,
"Assistant bartenders are: SilverDragon and Rima. All offenders will be vaporised without further notice"
"Oh well." SilverDragon sighed. "So how are you these days?"
Jess walks into the bar, slightly confused as she thinks that F-25 is a plug she doesn't have. Her ship has just been blown up, and she is slightly shellshocked. Make that very shellshocked. (BTW, I'm human) "I'll have a... er....... drink?"
------------------ "Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things, well known fact." -Granny Weatherwax
Phoenix gives her a Zidagar Flameout.
(This message has been edited by Ultra Phoenix (edited 05-03-2001).)
"I don't know what this is." Smiling entusiastically, she downs it in one gulp...
Thunder, a Zachit Fighter pilot, walks into the bar, surprised to see such a variety of people so deep in the nebula. Seeing a cockroach on the opposite side of the room, Thunder pulls out his phase pistol and vaporizes it, then puts away his pistol and orders a drink.
------------------ American components, Russian components, all made in Taiwan!
Jess's mouth burns and her throat freezes. She gasps. It does have a nice aftertaste though....
Phoenix gives Thunder an Azdgari Chronocrusher.
"Hmm..." Thunder says, "Never tried one of these before." He sniffs the drink cautiously. "Smells good!" He picks up the drink and downs a large gulp.
A giant battleship, larger than the Voinian dreadnaught (or dreadnought, depending if you go with the Naval spelling or the EVO spelling), hypers in and stations itself in orbit around F-25 (if this is the planet that the F-25 bar is on). A scoutship with an escort of four Voinian fighters and four Zidagar fighters exit the large bays of the battleship and land at the largest landing pad at the spaceport. A lone man, wearing a large cloak, descends from the passenger space in the Scoutship, and with a wave of his hand, the cockpits of his escorts open. Two Zidagar step out and join him, and two Voinians step out and join him. They are very imposing looking, with rapid-fire neutron rifles and phase rifles. Lord Gwydion walks into the bar with his bodyguards behind him and orders eleven drinks, for him and his escorts (there are two people in each fighter, and two people in the scoutship here).
------------------ YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz.
(This message has been edited by Lord Gwydion (edited 05-03-2001).)
And, no I'm not trying to start a fight here. I'm just being a 'Mr Bridger.' (for those of you who haven't seen the movie 'The Italian Job,' don't ask me about it. It'll take forever for me to explain)
Phoenix gives them all the drink of their choice, after explaining to them that F-25 a station.
After a nice lie down, Jess returns, feeling much better but still slightly insane. She walks up to the dangerous looking man who just walked in the bar. "Hi!!!!!!!! I'm Jess, who're you? Want a drink? These Zidagar things are great!!!!!" She staggers slightly to the right and trips over someones Fuzz. "You know something, though," she says, glancing furtivly around, "I reckon, I reckon that there's quite a bit of alcohol in this!"
"Actually, it's not a highly alcoholic drink. I think it's just you : )."
SilverDragon suddenly decides to test out his new UltraZapper Laser. He blasts all around the room, and everyone falls into a thousand pieces.
"Oops."
Jess regenerates, looking pissed off.
Angry mob is screaming for blood
SilverDragon looks at Jess with a guilty face. "Sorry. It's a little harder to control than I expected."
"Tell that to the mob. Anyway, I'll forgive you if you let me play with it."