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Idk, just saw the other dudes doin it and followed. I probably did a dumb tho
https://imgur.com/4Hi9ujh
Also, apparently, they got an inside man. (These are the people copied when I targeted that faction btw)
How aboot some nukes for breakfast Eh? Something I can put some maple syrup on :D
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Every faction needs a wild card player who flings nukes hither and thither. It's a tradition :P
Cheese Campaign Update: The cheese bit back a little! It was handled with love. Careful for other rogue flesh-eating cheese pieces though! They like to spring up on you.
Nukes4Breakfast Update: Some more nukes for breakfast appeared and I swiftly brought them back to the Bar. I put them in the corner in case anyone wants one.
Another update for those in the nuclear bunker: I've secured some very exquisite marbles from the League of Marbles faction, but I'm not quite sure they appreciated my methods of acquisition. Nonetheless, around 700 marbles were obtained and anyone is free to play with them. I have exited the bunker so that my inactivity does not result in excessive radiation if we get nuked to oblivion. As of right now, there seems to be one member of the League of Marbles left because my nukes were intercepted by outside intervention from the Horsemen, for some reason. Hopefully this angry ball of marbles does not result in the demise of the security of the bomb shelter.
Zany Zanes and Ratfink
*walks in eating pineapple pizza* CRY ABOUT IT GOD
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, and Ratfink
The entire bar is completely irradiated...
Which is no different than usual, eh
Welp, this was fun
I suppose it was nice to drag the rest of the world into our toxic state for once
And we got some cheese so that was nice eh
Ah, so that's why I'm running a bit wonky
Cheese, Gromit!
Who knows? Maybe the Bar will be able to use all of this radiation to power its utilities, and then we'll get discounts on drinks...
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, and Alta Sil
The shadows behind the bar morph into a humanish shape, arms reaching up to stretch. As they yawn and crackle, glowing fluid pours into a skeleton shape within the shadow blob, like glow-sticks.
Ugh, radiation always has such strange symptoms.
Looks around the demolished bar.
Ah well, I suppose if past years were anything to go by, this was to be expected.
Grabs an unbroken glass and looks with pity at all the poor downtrodden faces. Emphasis on the poor if their bar tabs are anything to go by.
Alright, half off any nuke inspired drinks.
This is an average Sunday bro
Did you bring enough for everyone ... er, I mean, for me?
You haven't installed a mini-reactor engine yet?
Don't bet on that discount part. But our customers never pay anyway.
Zany Zanes and Ratfink
Is that half off the normal half off or just half off (which is just the normal half off)
How many times can I use the phrase half off in one sentence eh?
Just chop half off diagonally.
How has the bar been defending from the nukes?
The Bar itself? We haven't. We put them on salads, along with tomatoes and your dressing of choice. Of course, I might be confusing nukes and cukes, but they sound alike so they must be similar, right?
Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, and Swaraelia
Also Max Barry’s mom is apparently pissed
The fluid in their bones swirls as they shrug, cleaning the glass lazily.
Does it matter? When's the last time you paid your tab anyway?
By my count, half as many times as desired, but twice as many as needed.
-returns from a long trip through several nuclear wastelands from the mightiest Horseman-
-sits on a Table where there is a Used Toothpick, several Nuclear burns and a Hint of it recently being used to play a DnD Game that is no longer happening anytime soon-
-places a empty bowl on the table and waits-
-also several unused nukes outside the bar about 200 of them for "cleaning" purposes-
Brocklandia and Alta Sil
Wait. What do I do with these then
plush life sized nuke and real nuke
*drops two nickels and a button into the bowl*
Walks into the Bar wearing a hazmat suit, staring at a Geiger counter...
Throws bars of soap🧼 at everyone, covers the entire Bar in soap suds and foam from some modified fire🧯extinguishers, and triggers the sprinkler system...
It's the only way to wash off any nuclear fallout that we might be carrying around on us. Now wash! Don't force me to use the hose on you!!
Begins pressure washing down the entire Bar...
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