Author Topic: The Pub (Forum Story-Game Thing) *Waiting for people to post*  (Read 1172 times)

Again with the transition, sheesh people.

How does it work?: Order something, then tell a story (minimum 5 sentences, story does not have to be true, cuz the interesting ones are the best.)

Every 10 7 6 posts, an event happens (ex: Someone turns on TV, orders refill, etc.)

The Pub-tender will respond to most stories, and start a conversation. (No idea how he's supposed to keep track, doh.)

Characters CAN be the ones that step into the pub during an Event.

Update: Now has an official server! (PlaceBetweenServers)
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Characters:
Swiss (Pub-Tender, Scottish, mid-30's)
« Last Edit: June 16, 2014, 09:53:50 PM by Doom Mantis »

ALRIGHT HERE YOU ARE
NO NEED TO THANK THE THREAD PLACEMENT POLICE
*squad leaves*

I'll have some scotch.

Alright, there once was a man named larry, and it wasn't this Larry, "larry" is from another universe.
So I'm walking down main street, and what's normally a street accompanied  by two warehouses was blocked off by a huge concrete slab, with large neon letters proclaiming it as the "GREAT WALL OF LARRY". Being sneaky as I wasn't, I took a chair, and propped myself over a "TINY WALL OF LARRY" into the "city". I saw that it was mostly composed of vendors, wanted criminals, and none other, than larry himself. He was about to have me executed, as a cook, a thief, and a gangster were all pointing sub machine guns at me, I quickly stated: "Oh great larry, I only wish to serve under you as your protector, in times of war and peace." My plea for mercy was understood, and as his body guard, I got a sweet pay of over 400$, whenever he felt like paying me. (Which was often) But soon, the mayor had enough. He ordered his men to use their battering rams to knock down the Great Wall of Larry. For a fortnight they knocked, and the wall finally tumbled down. Thieves, thugs, and even a hooker took up arms to defend their beloved city, but sadly they were bested by the law's arsenal of shotguns and rifles. I took larry into one of the warehouses, and had a last line of defence. I killed 4 cops with my beloved shotgun, before one came through another entrance and shot me in the back. I fell onto the floor, paralyzed with pain and regret as I watched the cop beat larry nearly to death with a stun-stick. But much to my surprise, the hooker had survived the encounter, and came into the warehouse. She pumped the cop with almost all the bullets a TMP could possibly carry. She helped larry back on his feet, and patched up my wound. We all managed to limp away from the city, and into a train yard, which would eventually be "Pirate larry's Great Pool of Machines" Too bad they couldn't get the water to stop flowing away...

(Just to clarify, this all happened on a GMod DarkRP server that is sadly, now closed down. Also, larry was perma-banned after a bit of other... misdemeanors...)

*Gives Scotch*

That sounds pretty radical... (Get it? Radical Larry? SCP-106? Oh, just forget it.)
So uh, the place flooded?
I wonder what happened to the lads.

Ah, I don't remember about the citizens of larry ville, but I remember seeing larry being lifted into the sky by a drake, just to be dropped on to the city fountain.

A drake? That's somethin' I'll never believe, lad.

Me name's Swiss, by the way...


Ah, but it did happen you see? This drake, it ruled the city. It was like his play ground, us people were just his dolls.


Sits down.

"Give me a Jack Daniels. By the way, name's Ben."

Throws money on the counter.

A long time ago, several men had a bounty on my head, said I was the worst criminal alive. Of course it was true, but I had my band of mateys to help me as I sailed the seven ponds. I ruled that place, and no other pirate came to bay to try and give me stuff. I sat there in my beloved ship and watch the villagers sit there and coward in fear. Whenever I visited the village, I always had myself a little fun, found some ladies, and left to tell the mates of what I had found, and sometimes I could find some hidden treasure, sometimes even a couple dollars!

Yeah, I was Eight at the time, but playground rocked. I can't believe my parents didn't stop me from putting that raft in the pond!

"Eh, I gotta say, sometimes finding the money was just the best thing."

*the lyrics to piano man play*

*Gives a Jack Daniels*

Still have that "bounty", lad?