Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

RN walks into the cantina after nearly losing his life in the parking lot by the battle taking place. He then sees that you're supposed to come up with a "Famous Historical Figures You Would Like to BE" theme. RN thinks long and hard on this one as if he wins he will get a free drink. So he pulls out his pocket-theme-o-matic(PTOM) (these things come in handy) He pushes a few buttons and suddenly he is transformed into a tiger figure.
Then a few regulars of the cantina come up to him and say, "Hey GT, how's it goin man?"
RN looks at the oddly and says, "I'm not GT, it's RN here, this is my entry for the historical figure contest that GT is having. Do stripes look ok on me?"
RN in his new GT outfit sits down along the back wall along with the other contestants waiting on the judging for the night.

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Mac comes into the cantina thru the patio door, so as to bypass the blood, butts, mayhem, and obscene profanity coming from the parking lot. He sees the notice of famous persons, hmmmm, he borrows RN's PTOM, and is instantly tranformed into Cassanova, the breaker of hearts, the suave genteelman who sweeps the fair female sex off their feet and into b.. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/icon10.gif The dreamed of lover of all women everywhere, the swashbuckling debonair, handsome, gentleman, reknown for his illlustrious escapades with the fair sex,

aaahhhh where are those LH look a likes,... oh ya

Mac walks over to his favorite table, picks up his scientific research journal, tunes out the atrocious screaming, shouting, bloodthristy cries emulating from the parking lot.... orders a brew and lunch while eyeing up the FBW's inside the cantina.... hmmmm,

Several of the FBWs look his way, stare and then swoon in exctasy, Mac just smiles, winks, and thinks to himself, win or lose, tonight could be a veeerrrryyyy interesting time, hohohohoho

Cassanova Mac http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/icons/shock.gif

[ October 24, 2002, 20:49: Message edited by: mac5732 ]

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

Erax slips in while everyone is watching the battle outside. What is this ? A samba band ? Scantily clad waitresses ? A hot, smoky, yellow-lit atmosphere ? Sweaty-looking patrons with their shirts open wearing dark glasses and panama hats ? (OK, maybe the atmosphere is different and the patrons aren't like that, but I'm a newbie and I don't know any better).

There is only one kind of drink a guy can order at a place like this...

Erax goes over to the bar and says to Taz, "Give me a caipirinha".

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

Hm, hysterical figure,
Steps outside, Comes back as General Protection Fault,
The Cantina Stutters, Hangs, Crashes
:: The Gryphin Gryns ::

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

Taz, umm, just what ARE you putting into the drinks?

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

Looks at TerranC,
Watches him kick Taz,
Watches as he automaticaly Reboots Taz

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No Rags,
You see an old man with a mustache and a stetson dressed in grey riding cape. Then you see his lips move follow by a smooth motion of his arms. You never see the bolt of bright light that smash into your face.

[ October 24, 2002, 13:27: Message edited by: Gryphin ]

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

*The sound of battle dies down, and eventually Dogscoff enters the Cantina, covered in blood and sweat, his clothes shredded and with an arm hanging off by only a few tendons. He brushes someone's brain-bits off his shoulder as he leans on the bar to order four pints. He downs one pint and starts sipping the second.

Shortly afterwards, 'Tigga enters the room in a similar state of post-battle disarray. He leans on the bar next to 'Scoff, downs the third pint and begins drinking the fourth.

"Good battle."
"Yeah, good. did you have any troops left at the end?"
"No, I'm pretty sure you killed them all. You?"
"None, your archers got the Last of my soldiers just before I clubbed them to death with that dead mongoose."

*pause*

"Call it a draw then?"
"Ok. Rematch next week?"
"Sure, why not. I'll book us a battlefield, say, 2 O clock Tuesday?"
"Can't make 2 O clock, I'm visiting the in-laws. How about half three..?"

'Tigga orders another 4 pints. Outside, the vultures squabble over two mighty armies...

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Growltigga stretches, drinks his 8th pint, orders another 6 and slaps Dogscoff on the back, which has the slightly offputting effect of knocking Dogscoff's damaged arm off into the dishwasher...

I have got a cracking idea, tell you what, about reenacting that brilliant punch-up out of El Cid, I'll be Charlton Heston, you can be the Almohads

Gryphin can be that hairy moorish chieftain who helps out El Cid, Mac can be Sophia Loren, Ragnarok can be King Alfonso and Raging Deadstar can be Prince Sancho

[ October 25, 2002, 12:04: Message edited by: Growltigga ]

Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
 

Trajan wanders into the cantina with a cohort of his own Roman legioinaires following closely behind, in a mass of spears, shields, helmets and tangled feet.

Locating a clear spot near the dance floor, the legionaires begin setting up camp in preparation for the upcoming battle between Growltigga and Ragnarok.

Trajan takes a seat in the middle of his bivuac area, drinking a robust Brunello.

Cheers!
Trajan

edited for spelling

[ October 25, 2002, 15:22: Message edited by: Trajan ]