The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Brocklandia wrote:

Oh, and try not to chase our various Zombie ducks and Thick-Billed Longspurs. They get a bit cranky when other customers try to eat them.

*throws what’s left of Danielle at you*

Feline Masters wrote:

A bowl of milk, please.

[Watches from a curtain trying not to be seen.] [Uses Omipresent Magic on a Open Can on Tuna in a royal can of up most expense to not get eaten by cat.Gives it as a peace offering on table and flees to its bird bunker and it locksdown]]

Alta Sil wrote:

Given to the one who made the most donations is most deserving, in a shocking and completely unexpected turn of events, THIRD PLACE is given to Brocklandia! Please accept this single dollar bill laced with the most exquisite gold handed down through my family for generations. Either that or it's that one bill I found next to a pile of yellow crayons on the syrup-ridden floors of the daycare down the street.

Given to one whose poem was very intriguing to say the least, for that is the designation they gave themselves, I award this SECOND AND A HALF PLACE to Vendanasin! I give you this one Aztec silver coin which glows red every summer ever since the fall of Tenochtitlan in 1521. Some people claim the very soul of Quetzalcoatl lives within it and his wraith for his fallen people imbues the coin with demonic qualities during the summer months. Others claim it's a cheap plastic toy with a broken off switch that I got at the dollar store by the airport.

For demonstrating the tragic reality of a tragic country, SECOND PLACE goes to Maple Hockey Canadia! You receive my condolences.

For the exquisitely crafted poem by the newest unpaid intern of the Bar, I bestow this luxurious FIRST PLACE trophy to Miss Chief! I award you the unfortunate burden of your new additional responsibility: judge for the next poetry contest! I sincerely enjoyed this poem very much, and my gratitude should be adequate payment to cover any charges for my next five drinks...

Like the girl sitting on the white sofa infront of some really big guys, I really should have thought about this before I signed up...

_Whimpers.

Ok then! Well, I'm not too fussed about the format, but I would like to see poetry about drinking/quaffing; particularly swallowing large quantities, perhaps when games are involved.

Miss Chief wrote:

I swear the award feels like a punishment...

_Grumbles

OH damn! Looks like I missed out on the curse opportunity!

Hi there, mystery judge. Looks like you came back just in time.

Hey barkeep, can I get another gargle blaster please?

Zombie ducks wrote:

For calling my friend by a name that he doesn’t want to go by. And I rarely throw overhanded.

Uh--I called your friend by hir displayed name. I even spelled it correctly, and everything. (Which doesn't happen often, thanks to those danged typo gremlins.)

*The dog moves Al-zuriya to the kitchen*

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

MANSLAUGHTER! MANS-LAUGHTER!

*He just drank a combination of Vodinə, Faint of Heart and the Russians Pleasure*

Well. You are a bit mad.

Anyway...

*walks over near Mastald's corpse and Nekojin*

I'll just check his identity myself now.

*finds and grabs Mastald's wallet, pulling out a ID card*

Oh. Not their leader. Shame. There would have been opportunity there.

...don't tell anyone from Mastald I said that.

The Georgeian Empire wrote:

I down the last of my pan-galactic gargle blaster and take a bite of my zap apple. Y'ever eat a good eckzar steak?

"Good"? I'm not sure I've ever heard anyone apply that word to Cheffy's cooking.

Er, I mean, that's because Cheffy's cooking is great! Outstanding! Unbelievable! Please don't poke me with the sharp, sharp knives again, Cheffy.

_{I'm joking, of course. Knives?--Pshaw! What I'm really afraid of is when Cheffy reaches for the cheese grater ...}

Brocklandia wrote:

Missed a spot.

Huh, I think that's some of Mastald's blood. Or the blood of someone from that bar fight earlier.

Brocklandia wrote:

Hmm. That sure doesn't narrow down the possibilities, does it. I say society is to blame.

Indeed.

*whispers to Brocklandia*

...on an unrelated note, would you be willing to assassinate the leader of Mastald if I can get them over here?

Brocklandia wrote:

"Assassinate" ... "Serve hir the dinner special" ... Mere semantics!

...I'll take that as a yes.

*pulls out a phone and dials a number*

Put your leader on. The Cultist.

...

This is top secret information, only for them. Put them on. Now.

...

Thank you.

...

One of your followers are dead. Come over here to grab the body.

...

Safe?

...

Of course it is.

...

Alright. Good.

*hangs up*

Now... we wait.

Oh and if things go wrong; I don't know, I never spoke to you, you acted alone, and I had nothing to do with it.