Charas Pub

[Grandy]

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *walks in* Gimme a drink.

...

Oh! The place is empty.

...

*strips naked*

Alooooone in the puuuub!!! *starts drinking straight from the tap*

[Meiscool]

This pub used to be fun, but then it took an arrow to the knee.

[Moosetroop11]

*pulls the  arrow out* Humm. How long's that been there?

I admit, I just like seeing it on the main page. There's something homely and traditional about it...

[drenrin2120]

I keep getting all nostalgic when I see these dates on things. "August 200fucking4". Or maybe nostalgia not the word.

[Moosetroop11]

*An arrow hits the door next to Ultros' head*

Robin Hood: Hows that a point for you?

I KNEW we shouldn't have installed that knee-door!

[Grandy]

Grandy: NO! I managed to ruin this damned pub for almost a year with my shitty panting! Everything was going according to plan! No... NO! I HAVE COME TOO FAR TO BE STOPPED NOW! I WILL KILL THIS PUB'S ACTIVITY! And then, when there are no more drinkers, Razor will have to sell it for cheap... and GRANDY'S BANANAS EMPORIUM WILL RISE! Bananas trees! Cavendish bananas! Red bananas! Golden bananas! Banana-flavoured ice cream! And for the spanish speakers, we have platanos! Every single plant of the Musa genera shall be sold, priced so high only a few select connosseurs may ever taste the sweet, healthy proteins within their slippery shell!

And then... once they all have been peeled and eaten, there shall be so many banana peels on the floor, NO ONE shall be able to walk!

Huh... huhehe.... AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!

*DRAMATIC LIGHTNING*

Razor: No! That would never work! Nobody here eats bananas!

Grandy: *stops laughing* That's because they drink alcohool and are too drunk. Nobody sober would ever pass on any health food, especially not one rich in both vitamin B6, vitamin C...

Razor: Oh please, as if those vitamins would make anyone change their minds!

Grandy: And POTASSIUM!

Razor: *gasp*! You magnificent bastard! Nobody would ever pass on such an easy way to avoid hypertension!


-This post brought to you by Charas' official health and medicine commitee. Remember kids; an apple a day keeps the doctors away!-

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Wears epic billowing cape* You'll never get away with this!  The Musa genera shall NEVER be sold herreeeeeee!

*Jumps at grandy with a scimitar*

[Archem]

I walked out of the pub quietly to find a new place to nap. It would seem that ghosts of years gone by have returned to make a ruckus.
MT11: You're doing this all wrong! And you're a ghost, so the hypocracy makes what you're doing even more wrong!
Not that I care. Off I go.
Lucas: Bye, Archem! Love your new shirt!
Hawaiian. Some say it's the epitome of tacky attire. I say it's a god damn shirt and who the hell cares.

[Grandy]

MT11: *Wears epic billowing cape* You'll never get away with this!  The Musa genera shall NEVER be sold herreeeeeee!

*Jumps at grandy with a scimitar*

*throws banana peel at jump landing spot*

[fruckert]

* Fruckert grabs a glass of mead and watches patiently.

[Archem]

As I walked out the door, I noticed an unusual scenario playing out before my eyes. It would seem that one fellow had violent intent in his heart, and his victim had nothing but a prankster's response. Armed with a razor sharp blade and a vicious lunge, the assailant intended to greet his foe with a fair bit of disembowelment. Had he stopped and surveyed the situation with some level of awareness, he would have seen the slick skin of a decidedly warped fruit. I speak of course of the ire-inducing banana and its terribly clichéd peel.

Oh, how this mushy peel did squish beneath the vulgar man's foot, and how it had caused him to meet a most uneven footing. His fall was great, and his shame surely massive, and his sharpened sword met nothing meaty. The embarrassing moment lasted for what felt an eternity, and some level of laughter did erupt from the masses. Both parties quickly vanished, though for quite different reasons. One, a puff of smoke, suggesting sinister and somewhat joking flight, and the other, low dashing into a darkened corner, hoping to hide his face and his shame. The event had happened, and with many suddenly so aware and alert, there was no misunderstanding the cause and effect. Upon sharing a giggle with the fellows around me, I walked through the portal (more commonly, the door) and found a nice tree with a thick, healthy glow to contrast its very dark shade just below. I rested my head upon its trunk and closed my eyes, falling into a deep slumber upon this kind lumber.

Lucas: Bye, Archem! Love your new shirt!

[Moosetroop11]

Rape tree: Dude. Look. Look at this. This guy's totally fallen asleep on me.

Rape shirt: Let the fun begin.

[MissingName]

*Missing Name looks up interestedly from the scotch*
Missing Name: 50 bucks Archem manages to end up raping the tree in the end.

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Climbs out of the corner* Alright, you're on. That looks like a shirt that knows what it's doing.