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*Bork*
Well someone has to pick up the mantle of judging, and the curse honor has fallen upon me to deliver my poetry rulings upon the Bar. So without further delay, the next poetry contest is underway!
The theme: Water
Thirsty? Look no further, all poetry on water or its effects will be accepted, whether from pleasant streams or this establishment’s acrid tap… unless your poem is about the lack of water, then stay thirsty my friends. Any of the three phases of water are fair game. There are no form requirements.
Have fun!
Just for the wires, our lights have been flickering nonstop for the past couple of days, I thought that might've been it.
Finishing up plastering the wall, the maintenance worker dusts off and checks the still flickering lights.
Guess not.
Looking through a closet for spare lightbulbs.
Can't say. The NDA's we sign upon employment are ridiculous. Plus, I'd never want to get on Brock's bad side anyway...
Sets up a ladder under the flickering lights and hauls a torn up cardboard box full of lightbulbs next to it.
Brocklandia, Ratfink, and Alta Sil
My thanks.
I pull a golden coin from inside my robes, flipping it onto the counter.
Now I'd like a bourbon, on the rocks.
Brocklandia, Zany Zanes, Ratfink, and Alta Sil
Bright eyes excitedly widen at the appearance of currency.
Ooh, right away!
The shadows pour a glass of bourbon over ice and set it before the customer, while swiping the coin off the counter.
Enjoy!
Brocklandia, Ratfink, and Alta Sil
I think it's sort of like a sensory deprivation tank. But in an ancient marshy pond. And instead of epsom salts there's leaches. Also it lasts for a hundred years. They still play Enya music, though.
Does Cheffy's pudding contain leaches?
*quietly gnaws a mousehole into the corner*
We Are The Ghost Entourage, We only Ask one single Thing, your permission To make a Camp.
We will only rest for One Day and leave, we promise It...
If you don't accept us, Is ok, we shall only Go to the Rejected Realms
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qw0sdbfZiq4
We got some drinks too.
Tra la la la ...
*Hands out menus*
Dum da dum da doo ...
Oh, and we recommend the onion soup. It's about 214 octane.
Doo bee doo bee doo ...
*Wind*
Do you have any lower octane soups? My seven league boots only accept 95.
I raise my glass
Cheers.
Mmm, ok?
Did somebody open the basement? I thought the souls of the damned weren't allowed upstairs until they could control their shrieks of despair.
Oh, never mind, these appear to be behaving themselves. And they brought drinks! Just in time too! I was getting thirsty and was tempted to order something, but it looks like I'll defer payment for yet another day while these free samples are readily available. Can I ask what type of drinks you brought?
The Grimm Reaper and Ghost entourage
Total Nuclear Destruction commences in 3 days and 20 hours.
We’re just gonna get squashed by the crabs, yknow.
I said destruction.
can it wait I’m tryna make a funeral for our leader
Beer, whisky, Vodka, and rum.
And some wine.
How sublime! Anyone who brings such a savorously sapid set of spirits for free is sincerely welcome to stay in my secluded yet sprightly corner of the bar as long as they so choose.
Zany Zanes and Ghost entourage
oh no *looks at watch*
the nukes are back boys
Brock actually doing work! Such a surprise I didn't know you actually started doing a job around here.
Oh yeah, sorry that was me I had to let out Garry for his weekly walk, I'll go brick off the basement again.
Brocklandia, Alta Sil, Gob the great and rich, and Ghost entourage
i dont wanna spam but
what are you talking about?
We may brough when we back.
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