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Woof!
Jumps up and licks your face.
The maintenance worker jerks awake and gives a delayed affirmative.
Present.
Suddenly much more aware the maintenance worker touches his nose.
Not it!
Can't be worse than any other method.
What if we weren't alive to begin with?
Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, and Sheikah Slate
*The sentient tablet boots up, shows a low battery sign and then shuts back down again*
The lights in the cities of the ants in the bar's corner slowly flicker back on as the ants finally recover a odd circumstance of state wide blackouts. After a lengthy report given out by the government, normal activities are resumed.
(We're back!)
That seems like a personal problem
a quick scan of the recent RMB shows that only 
YouTube Inc enterred the poetry contest. so i guess that's the winner...
well done
Dusts myself off, taking a deep breath as I return.
... Ah, that was strange. Anyone else feel nothing but darkness for a week or two?
Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, Belevia, and Sheikah Slate
WELL YOU WERE SITTING IN MY SPOT. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Out of curiosity what does the monster eat?
You probably - If you're not careful.
Slips a £100 note over the counter.
I'm buying a round for any of the other barflies.
I'll have a pint of 'Bombardier' English Premium Ale, myself.
Bonzer mate! I'll have a glass of the amber Nectar.
Alta Sil and Zombie Rats
The shadowy bartender thinks about it while getting a Klatchian coffee ready.
Yeah, strange.
The bartender sets down the coffee for the esteemed patron.
Here you are. On the house for this mix up.
I'll have to consult the notes from the last keeper...
The shadows nervously flip through a pile of napkins stuffed into a composition notebook, seeming increasingly more desperate as they realize the majority of notes are in some sort of code and written in hieroglyphic pictures. Maybe Ikea instructions? "Spaghetti Stains" litter the pages.
The remaining shadows start placing various beers before customers, while the bartender sets the Ale in front of the patron. The 100 disappears.
Enjoy!
The amber liquid appears beside the adventurous soul.
Wakes up from some drug-addled, booze-afflicted, and disturbed sleep, loosely remembering a trove of valuable cards recently purchased and held in her hand...
Gone?
Reaches for some painkillers, and sulks.
The anniversary of the region occurred during the blackout. Let it be known that our region, The Bar on the Corner of Every Region, is now 8 years old!
Fireworks are soon beginning to be seen shooting out from the Ant cities as celebrations ensue. Though in the opposing corner, the Acauraus Sultanate does not celebrate, instead preparations are nearing completion...
The weekend poetry contest is still ongoing! With 
Princes Risborough and its Republics still judging the longest weekend.
Hello everyone
Oh thank God I got scared there
Oh er (nearly forgot) Congratulations to Misser Zanes on becoming the new Regional Delegate! Misser shadowy Boss sir!
Bows and grovels out.
How are you? ^^
yknow i used to work for those Invader guys, they were such a drag though so I moved here
Well everyone, on a saturday night, aren't we going to make a collective toast over the long-awaited resurrection of Nationstates???
CHEERS! I love you all!
( 
Brocklandia is of course inviting us all out of their wallet ♡♡♡ )
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