Villager pms are now all out - everyone will have got one, don't read anything into the groups you received it with - I just sent it in 3 banks of 8, and a bank of 2 to save time.
Freda your terribly angry trout of a wife keeps on all day, demanding to know why you haven't fed the pigs.
Your children, Seth and Mary won't stop asking why brothers and sisters can't get married.
Your favourite sheep are less, ahem, willing than normal.
And then imagine a home from home.
A pub where the faces never change, where drunken Ned in the corner sits there stony-faced and brooding, occasionally waking from his despondencey to throw a stool at you.
Where Jethro and his dog, Dog, sit there fiercely guarding the Hobgoblin real ale barrel.
Where Scrumpy Jack and his wife, Scrumpy Jill, the owners of the pub know what time you'll be arriving at your stool, and will have a perfect, warm pint of ale sitting there for you.
The Fox & Phalla - paradise.
But things are changing in the Fox, the police have started asking questions, new people have started appearing.
(ooc: Aye Mr. Defecation, I feel badly for it... well, unless you were a bad guy. =( All these people were passing around all sorts of messages, I figured there was some kind of mischief going on. =( )
(Vendal saunters into the bar. It had been a long day at the factory, and his aching bones weren't as young as they used to be. Tipping his hat to Micro, he takes a seat at his favorite spot.)
Oy there, Micro! Gimme one o' the usuals. Hell, giv' one ta' every bloke in the bar.
(Micro hands him a glass, and he taps it on the side)
Mates, we've all known each ot'er for a long time nowe. I wanted you to all know that I'm finally retiring from the factory next week!
(Hoots and hollers emerge from the crowd)
I don't think I could've made it the past few years without you guys. Not since the Mrs. passed...
(Vendal looks down for a moment, but then shakes himself into a smile)
Oy, but what am I doin' sobbin' like a child on a day like this? Drink!
(Vendal chugs down the brew, slamming his mug onto the table after the last drop cascades down his throat.)
"Remember, there are no stupid questions. Just stupid people with inquisitive minds."
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El SkidThe frozen white northRegistered Userregular
edited November 2008
'Allo gents. I'll 'ave a pint o' ale and another pint for me invisible friend 'arry, whot doesn't talk much and lets me drink 'is ale more often than not.
'Allo gents. I'll 'ave a pint o' ale and another pint for me invisible friend 'arry, whot doesn't talk much and lets me drink 'is ale more often than not.
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We all win. GG
PSN : TheDagon
Pretty much every game ever : TheDagon
which reminds me can i get a pint and some change?
PSN : TheDagon
Pretty much every game ever : TheDagon
's been a while...
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har har
I am nohbdy.
Ye haven' drunk enough to get all philosophical on us yet, Rend. 'Ere, 'ave a pint on me.
Role pms will now follow.
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Steam
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Just to... Kick things off
Aww, why? =(
Why do i even play these games when all i get to do is vote and be killed off.
FEH! Can i have another beer over here?
Don't rush, take your time. God knows you do usually.
I hate the service in this half-arsed excuse for a drinkin' parlor.
Steam
VThornheart
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You were acting suspiciously! That's totally not my fault. You know I you. =( What was with the number thing, anyways?
Also, I'll buy rounds of Don Julio. )
Steam
Tomorrow though. I will drink and drink and drink
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*goes back to drinking his beer*
Steam
changing my vote to Mr. Defecation
*drinkdrinkdrink*
'tanks
*drinkdrinkdrink*
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Imagine, if you will, a really very bad day.
Freda your terribly angry trout of a wife keeps on all day, demanding to know why you haven't fed the pigs.
Your children, Seth and Mary won't stop asking why brothers and sisters can't get married.
Your favourite sheep are less, ahem, willing than normal.
And then imagine a home from home.
A pub where the faces never change, where drunken Ned in the corner sits there stony-faced and brooding, occasionally waking from his despondencey to throw a stool at you.
Where Jethro and his dog, Dog, sit there fiercely guarding the Hobgoblin real ale barrel.
Where Scrumpy Jack and his wife, Scrumpy Jill, the owners of the pub know what time you'll be arriving at your stool, and will have a perfect, warm pint of ale sitting there for you.
The Fox & Phalla - paradise.
But things are changing in the Fox, the police have started asking questions, new people have started appearing.
Are the old ways being lost for ever?
Day 1 has begun
(Vendal saunters into the bar. It had been a long day at the factory, and his aching bones weren't as young as they used to be. Tipping his hat to Micro, he takes a seat at his favorite spot.)
Oy there, Micro! Gimme one o' the usuals. Hell, giv' one ta' every bloke in the bar.
(Micro hands him a glass, and he taps it on the side)
Mates, we've all known each ot'er for a long time nowe. I wanted you to all know that I'm finally retiring from the factory next week!
(Hoots and hollers emerge from the crowd)
I don't think I could've made it the past few years without you guys. Not since the Mrs. passed...
(Vendal looks down for a moment, but then shakes himself into a smile)
Oy, but what am I doin' sobbin' like a child on a day like this? Drink!
(Vendal chugs down the brew, slamming his mug onto the table after the last drop cascades down his throat.)
I'mm sh'ere, buddyes. Buttte I'lll abee needdesn a lot mroe to drinkk befreore I'mmd reddy.
OOosshhhhh, Sit's 'Arry!
'elllooo, 'arrryyyy.