The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

Zombie Rats wrote:

...scurries across the floor...

picks you up

pets you

Zombie Rats wrote:

...scurries across the floor...

Gosh, I wonder how they did that, as sticky as our floors are. You'd think this place would have a janitor to mop ... or hose down the floors ... or something.

A student wrote:

~The bundle of papers shuffle anxiously.~
A presentation is a students worst nightmare. It is social anxiety mixed with public speaking, how dreadful. May I have the drink I ordered or perhaps something for courage?

You want courage, eh? Then may I recommend the Bar's specialty, the Nuke Your Liver? It's dark purple but with a light blue aura, thanks to all the decaying unstable uranium isotopes and caffeinated soda. We added two drops from every bottle on the south wall of dangerous mixers, and the betting pool suggests 4-to-1 odds of "rupture the space-time continuum and hurl you into the year 3,000 B.C. before making your spleen explode" over "mutate your DNA until you look like a platypus-beaver-giraffe hybrid with extra tentacles tipped with exploding spleens." Yeah, I know--but they were having a special on exploding spleens at the local body shop, and I stocked up.

But we're really not sure what this will do. It might not cause you to gain courage., but if you find the courage to drink it, then you won't need the extra, right? Chances are, you'll survive the exploding spleens too--our bookie is giving a 2-to-1 spread on that. Hey, the odds won't always be that good!

Shameless shady 14666 wrote:

nice. can i have some?

gives you the bucket

Dicerolla wrote:

i dunno, i find their escapades rather charming. counterpoint: we should let brocklandia do whatever they want. yes i'm playing devil's advocate why do you ask

You ever think about how you might only do these things, because people told you to be normal? And then normal turned out to be worse than being you? And then the aversion to them caused you to directly oppose the normalcy? And then you found others who went through the same thing? And now you're on a website with other people who went through these things, and we all just cope with everything by being little chaotic people. And here we are, making fictional people to help us cope with stuff. Can't say what I want to say, because the lord mods will be after me. But what if we exerted out energy on taking care of our own lives, maybe a little more than we do here?

We can't do that; the bar would die out. We cannot have that. We would have to move to another site, and I'm not letting this region die...

Anyway, tell me how accurate I am.
I'm out of fritos

Brocklandia-Senpai~!

Brocklandia wrote:

Aw, dang it! Er, I mean, thank you, wise judge of discernment and vindictiveness!

Yes, I'll undertake the burden of being judgmental in the next contest. As for form or subject matter, feel free to do whatever you want--sonnets, limericks, waltzes set to 17/4 time, whatever. Surprise and amaze us, you creative li'l goblins, you!

Poems.

hi

Pricane wrote:

goes human
Everything's short now

"That's what she said."

Brocklandia wrote:

"That's what she said."

How do I respond to this?

Brocklandia wrote:

You want courage, eh? Then may I recommend the Bar's specialty, the Nuke Your Liver? It's dark purple but with a light blue aura, thanks to all the decaying unstable uranium isotopes and caffeinated soda. We added two drops from every bottle on the south wall of dangerous mixers, and the betting pool suggests 4-to-1 odds of "rupture the space-time continuum and hurl you into the year 3,000 B.C. before making your spleen explode" over "mutate your DNA until you look like a platypus-beaver-giraffe hybrid with extra tentacles tipped with exploding spleens." Yeah, I know--but they were having a special on exploding spleens at the local body shop, and I stocked up.

But we're really not sure what this will do. It might not cause you to gain courage., but if you find the courage to drink it, then you won't need the extra, right? Chances are, you'll survive the exploding spleens too--our bookie is giving a 2-to-1 spread on that. Hey, the odds won't always be that good!

~A hand exits the pile of literature and accepts the provided drink.~

Much appreciation. Though late to assist in my predicament, perhaps it may alleviate my pain. Maybe even more permanently than I would generally contemplate.

Pricane wrote:

How do I respond to this?

[Gives a "File Complaint" form]

Emus Republic Of Australia wrote:

“yo”
-Emuus

Yo

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

[Gives a "File Complaint" form]

I wanna eat that. Paper tastes dope. Dog treats taste nasty, if I'm a person at the moment

Nekojin wrote:

The best way to respond is the same way you might respond to a text from the Hot Russian Singles in Your Area -- you don't.

I see, but I have already responded. This who affair feels tumultuous now