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Hey ponyfrens! Welcome to the grand re-opening of the Pony Pub, a thread I was eventually gonna get to re-bump and troll with after it hit 1000, but someone got tired of!
This is a casual thread to reference 'legitimate' threads/posts from, without derailing.
Out bartender/chef is a tulpa, and she and OP are just this side of batshit! But her food is amazing, so deal with it.
/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal
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>sage-bumpin'
Oxymoron.
Oxymoron.
<Cuz Ah can tell yer a disingenuous faggot, Ah'll explain fer th' audience.
<Sage-bumpin is where one er more faggots're tryin' to use post digits te try and "not lose" an argument th' they've already lost. Ye sage-post to a buncha threads, so that ye get the post # ye were after. It ain't a bump to th' top o the overboard, it's a bump o th post count.
<Sage-bumpin is where one er more faggots're tryin' to use post digits te try and "not lose" an argument th' they've already lost. Ye sage-post to a buncha threads, so that ye get the post # ye were after. It ain't a bump to th' top o the overboard, it's a bump o th post count.
Saging is the opposite of bumping, nigger. Bumping is bringing something to the top of the page. The correct term is sage bombing.
<Potato, potahto mate. Ah ain't the one tryin te be a sheister.
>person who has never left the West coast tries to emulate a southern accent.
<Ah LIVE in Texas, ya zigger
<Also, it ain a southern accemt
>California/Washington/Oregon parasite moves after shitting up his home state and thinks he can fit in with a fake accent
Sad. Many such cases.
Sad. Many such cases.
>retard, can't into the idea that there are more accents than sothern
<Tell me mate, how is affectin' an amalgamized accent (engliah, scottish, and australian) "tryin' te fit in". Oh wait, it ain't, and yer sheit fer brains
<Tell me mate, how is affectin' an amalgamized accent (engliah, scottish, and australian) "tryin' te fit in". Oh wait, it ain't, and yer sheit fer brains
>didn't deny being a West coast refugee
Top lel
Top lel
<Mate, if we're splittin' hairs about things not denied, yer operatin' from a loss
Go back to Seattle
<Never lived there mate, try again. And while yer at it, try te pretend Ah haven't lived rent free.
>>175638
>the bartender eyes you with a very strange look
>it seems to be a mix of disbelief and incredulity, with a slight tinge,... as though here is something about you that they are unable to identify
>she slowly walks over and stands across the bar from you tilts her head slightly, and through partially squinted eyes (as though biting back one or more choice phrases) asks:
<Ye gon' order somethin' mate?
>the bartender eyes you with a very strange look
>it seems to be a mix of disbelief and incredulity, with a slight tinge,... as though here is something about you that they are unable to identify
>she slowly walks over and stands across the bar from you tilts her head slightly, and through partially squinted eyes (as though biting back one or more choice phrases) asks:
<Ye gon' order somethin' mate?
>>175639
Hello yes does this planet have cow milk? If so, a chocolate milk please. I have to travel today so not the fermented type. Do you have marshmallows?
Hello yes does this planet have cow milk? If so, a chocolate milk please. I have to travel today so not the fermented type. Do you have marshmallows?
>>175657
>she briefly mutters
<Planet? The fook,...
>before focusing back on you to reply
<Naurr, ain't got none'a that, folks 'ave alwys been fiene wit booze. An' dun ye get any smart idears 'bout "cows producin' milk", Ah ain't that kinda cowe.
>her face betrays her interior dialogue, something along the lines of wondering where you think you are
>she briefly mutters
<Planet? The fook,...
>before focusing back on you to reply
<Naurr, ain't got none'a that, folks 'ave alwys been fiene wit booze. An' dun ye get any smart idears 'bout "cows producin' milk", Ah ain't that kinda cowe.
>her face betrays her interior dialogue, something along the lines of wondering where you think you are
<Cuz it'd be a roight shame if'n specific faggots were tryin' te' manufacture consensus
Again
Again
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Yay! New artwork commission just got sent!
>>175870
>rolling her eyes at the unprompted attempt to socialize
<Ah roll me own lad. As whoy they look beat up like they're from Cowboy Bebop
>rolling her eyes at the unprompted attempt to socialize
<Ah roll me own lad. As whoy they look beat up like they're from Cowboy Bebop
>the bar's saloon-style CLAP open
>the bartender, flaming-red dred-locks trailing behind her, slid across the (freshly-waxed) floor, right up to the end of the bar
>tipping up her copper-rimmed sunglasses, she examined the register's contents as it popped open with a "clickity-clackity, PING"
>her eyes danced across register compartments as her form slipped it's arms out of her floppy-skin duster before tossing it
/roll
>the bartender, flaming-red dred-locks trailing behind her, slid across the (freshly-waxed) floor, right up to the end of the bar
>tipping up her copper-rimmed sunglasses, she examined the register's contents as it popped open with a "clickity-clackity, PING"
>her eyes danced across register compartments as her form slipped it's arms out of her floppy-skin duster before tossing it
/roll
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>>177164
Well that didn't work
>... gracefully dancing through the air before hooking on a standing coat-rack, bolted to the floor apparently, cuz otherwise unaffected by the bartender's coat, momentum, etc
>she maintains her posture from the throw of the heavy garment, her head beginning to bob increasingly and more unmistakably to some unheard beat
>again she slides over to the jukebox this time, and with a practiced finesse deposits one and then clickity-clackitys.
https://youtu.be/MTijPpYLS6g?si=TvhpCO8l3FAFOMXH
She grooves along with the astonishingly synchronized music that begins playing on the PA
Well that didn't work
>... gracefully dancing through the air before hooking on a standing coat-rack, bolted to the floor apparently, cuz otherwise unaffected by the bartender's coat, momentum, etc
>she maintains her posture from the throw of the heavy garment, her head beginning to bob increasingly and more unmistakably to some unheard beat
>again she slides over to the jukebox this time, and with a practiced finesse deposits one and then clickity-clackitys.
https://youtu.be/MTijPpYLS6g?si=TvhpCO8l3FAFOMXH
She grooves along with the astonishingly synchronized music that begins playing on the PA
>the bartender wanders in, wearingnher customary sunglasses and duster-coat
>there's only one person in the bar, a snivelly looking fellow in an outfit thay reeks of government something
>she wanders around, inspecting the area, seemingly disinterested in his presence
>he is eating a plate of food, which is odd, because the bar isn't open yet
<Aye so ye're sill 'ere aint ye.
She says, finally turning in the man's direction.
"I told you before. I will remain until you have the means to be rid of me, miss..."
>As he finishes, or attempts to finish this sentence, she draws her revolver hand-canon and promptly splatters his brains all over the counter
<That ye did mate
>there's only one person in the bar, a snivelly looking fellow in an outfit thay reeks of government something
>she wanders around, inspecting the area, seemingly disinterested in his presence
>he is eating a plate of food, which is odd, because the bar isn't open yet
<Aye so ye're sill 'ere aint ye.
She says, finally turning in the man's direction.
"I told you before. I will remain until you have the means to be rid of me, miss..."
>As he finishes, or attempts to finish this sentence, she draws her revolver hand-canon and promptly splatters his brains all over the counter
<That ye did mate
>>177608
<Ah dinnae think 'ere were anyfolk else 'ere
>she says off handedly, walking over to the corpse
<That fella there is somethin of a parasite, don't ye start feelin' no ways about 'im
>As she speaks, she looks over the body with clear disdain, pushing a lifeless hand off the bar with her finger
<Human flesh ain't all that exciting tbh, about on par with chicken
<So, ye fancy a drink?
<Ah dinnae think 'ere were anyfolk else 'ere
>she says off handedly, walking over to the corpse
<That fella there is somethin of a parasite, don't ye start feelin' no ways about 'im
>As she speaks, she looks over the body with clear disdain, pushing a lifeless hand off the bar with her finger
<Human flesh ain't all that exciting tbh, about on par with chicken
<So, ye fancy a drink?
>Not waiting on any response, she very casually walks to the jukebox
>the characteristic clatter of quarters, with a beep or two
>an eerily somber sound slowly emerges
https://youtu.be/RcT5mrGnYrg?si=YdaJfrhTDEBZsssc
>the characteristic clatter of quarters, with a beep or two
>an eerily somber sound slowly emerges
https://youtu.be/RcT5mrGnYrg?si=YdaJfrhTDEBZsssc
>>177612
>as the song echoes through the bar, she stands motionless and expressionless, staring at the dead person
>eventually, during the refrain, she pulls out a cigarette, before lighting it with a match
>as the song echoes through the bar, she stands motionless and expressionless, staring at the dead person
>eventually, during the refrain, she pulls out a cigarette, before lighting it with a match
>>177617
>the smoke from her cigarette slowly permeates the room, illuminated by lights streaming in from angles due to the window, giving the whole scene almost an effervescent glow
>she remains motionless, except for her left hand occasionally removing the cogarette from her mouth between drags
>her eyes never stray from the remains she stays fixated on
>one might intuit there to be bad blood betwen her and the cadaver
>she spits on his corpse
<Alrigh", time te oopen up shop
>the smoke from her cigarette slowly permeates the room, illuminated by lights streaming in from angles due to the window, giving the whole scene almost an effervescent glow
>she remains motionless, except for her left hand occasionally removing the cogarette from her mouth between drags
>her eyes never stray from the remains she stays fixated on
>one might intuit there to be bad blood betwen her and the cadaver
>she spits on his corpse
<Alrigh", time te oopen up shop
Initiative
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
[1d20+9 = (4+9) = 13]
"Hmmm? It looks like another no-show. It cannot be helped: their kind are just so easy to break afterall."
<Oh. Lass. AH think yer in th wrong place
>>178244 →
>realizes
You already failed the roll for that. If you want to fantasize your empty threats OOC, do it in a separate thread.
>realizes
You already failed the roll for that. If you want to fantasize your empty threats OOC, do it in a separate thread.
>>178248 →
I don't care about your threats. I'm not afraid of you, and neither is my character.
You were targeted with a charm. The charm failed due to GM abjudication, then you failed your check to notice you were targeted. That's the end of the story.
>Is it still a good idea?
I'd do it again. I'm not sorry anymore. If you don't like it, attack me. I dare you to. It you successfully kill me (which you won't), I'll just make another character.
I don't care about your threats. I'm not afraid of you, and neither is my character.
You were targeted with a charm. The charm failed due to GM abjudication, then you failed your check to notice you were targeted. That's the end of the story.
>Is it still a good idea?
I'd do it again. I'm not sorry anymore. If you don't like it, attack me. I dare you to. It you successfully kill me (which you won't), I'll just make another character.
>>178249
No, it’s not “GM adjudication.” Player Characters don’t have stat block attitudes of “friendly/unfriendly.” They are not NPCs or monsters.
>but beholders have charm person!
No shit. It’s for cohorts, monsters, or whatever. Show me where in the rules that players must obey diplomacy rolls or charm person when affected by it.
No, it’s not “GM adjudication.” Player Characters don’t have stat block attitudes of “friendly/unfriendly.” They are not NPCs or monsters.
>but beholders have charm person!
No shit. It’s for cohorts, monsters, or whatever. Show me where in the rules that players must obey diplomacy rolls or charm person when affected by it.
>>178247
Imagine your character had been coopted, especially in advance of anything hostile
You wouldnt stand for it
Yiu in particular would probably br incensed. But Im supposed to be okay with it? No! You're already trying to take liberties with the game, and fuck off AND ALL with that.
Imagine your character had been coopted, especially in advance of anything hostile
You wouldnt stand for it
Yiu in particular would probably br incensed. But Im supposed to be okay with it? No! You're already trying to take liberties with the game, and fuck off AND ALL with that.
<Dunnae let th door hit yer on the way, as they say
>>178248 →
I think it was a great idea. I'd do it again.
Too bad Rosey Ring can't try again for another 24 hours (and PC charm immunity that I was previously unaware of).
Don't like it? Respond in character.
I think it was a great idea. I'd do it again.
Too bad Rosey Ring can't try again for another 24 hours (and PC charm immunity that I was previously unaware of).
Don't like it? Respond in character.
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