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

[Growltigger]

[quote]Originally posted by Ragnarok:

And I don't think I should be chased. Primitive has been chasing poor little kids for petes sake. Chase him!

'Fraid not Rags, you are the quarry of the month and you shouild be happy to know that your tender parts are going to be removed with a rough piece of bamboo, will be freeze-dried, lacquered and used by the governor of Svalbard as novelty paperweights or even bait for Polar bears!

Mlmbd, I do happen to know that a stiletto is a slender dagger, I just preferred the image of that young lady slamming people round the knopf with a high heeled ladies' shoe!!

[F Te antKe]

mlmbd thank you for your assistance in this. I'm not able to post frequently. Excuse me I have to get something. > Leaves > Returns with a new holster like object on hip. With a slow smooth movement a womans shoe apears held by the toe in Teks hand > At the other end is a shiny long pointy metalic object where the heal should be > Infact it looks like a heal > Looks straight at GrolwTigga,
Any Questions?
> Casualy flips shoe in the air > catches it with ease.

[mottlee]

2475! ha!

[Ragnarok]

Originally posted by mottlee:
2475! ha!

That was so completly off topic.

Tigga, so when is this chase going to begin? Hopefully I can muster some strength up in order to give you a good chase. Or maybe for once beat you. I'm sure it won't happen though. But I should give more fighting then I usually do.

[primitive]

primitive listens in disbelief to the message from Rags.

Originally posted by Ragnarok:

quote:

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Originally posted by primitive:

Serves Rags well for nagging hard-working barbarians just because they are late with their turns.

I'll have you know htat I didn't do that. PBW automatically sends out a nag email to the Last 2 players that haven't uploaded their turns. I never nag no one I'm in a game with. Unless of course they missed a few turns in a row without letting me know where they were going.

And I don't think I should be chased. Primitive has been chasing poor little kids for petes sake. Chase him!

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He had always believed Ragnarok to be a brave man, a true warrior, a beacon of righteousness which lights up the universe, a ......

Blaming a poor computer (Didn't know that, never been late before ), and then trying to put the chase on primitive.

primitives dissapointment is great, but his anger is greater. He grips his rusty (yet pointy) spear and goes to join GT in the chase.

[Raging Deadstar]

*The cantina is still and normal, if it can ever be called normal, most the patrons are surrounded by the table belonging to F Te antKe. Ragnarok is sitting at his table, enjoying a brewski and waiting for his chase to begin. Over in the far corner, where the wall is hidden in shadow, hung Raging Deadstar, who is brooding evily and after revenge. He beckons Gt over and hands him a bottle of massage oil for his kylie clone*

*brood* Let me handle ragnarok *brood**brood*

*Growltigga nods and heads off for the upstairs bedrooms. Raging Deadstar climbs down from the rafters and wanders into the Kitchen.*

*rumble* *rag's drink begins to shake* *rumble*
*Raging Deadstar smashes through the door, dressed in his finest trenchcoat and holds his falming bagguette mounted upon an armoured plated barry. Behind him stand the Molerat armies of the Deadstar Continuum. Behind them are more molerats holding back genetically anne widdecomb/pot bellied pigs who havn't been fed for weeks. Behind that are a horde of old grandmas whom have been told ragnarok is their bingo announcer*

Halllloooooo

*Ragnarok runs for it as the Molerats open fire with their elvish bows and arrows, ragnarok is pepper sprayed by flaming arrows from above. Chasing after him the molerat armies hunt him down and then unleash the anne widdecomb pot bellied pigs who quickly catch up with ragnarok. He is tripped over and the pigs jump on top of him, nipping and biting him in the most sensitive areas (and the non comfortable sensation of having a snout stuck up your behind and sniffing) The armies of old women are then unleashed and raganarok emerges from the pigs, barely clothed when he notices the oncoming onslaught of old age pensioners. They stop and look at him, for he is modestly covering up his crown jewels and gasp loudly before beating raganrok with zimmerframes and handbags before one of them sits on top of him and, thankfully for the rest of the cantina this sight is obscured by the old womens cardigan, shows ragnarok her sagging cleverage. Ragnarok screams and runs towards barry hoping for mercy. He is promptly covered in liquid nitro and raging Deadstar swings his flaming baguette*

KABOOM!

*Ragnarok is blown through the cantina roof and lands outside, naked, burnt and confused for a bunch of japanese tourist to stop and takes photos of him, which are probably on their way to the police and e-bay very soon!*

*Raging Deadstar climbs off barry, buys himself an orange juice and watches as the stripping pensioner chasing rags towards his dreadnought, ragnarok can be seen climbing onto his ship, one hand gripping the door, the other covering his modesty and being pulled by the ankle back towards a night of *ahem* passion ragnarok will never forget!*

Tou'che!

*Note to primitive, if you would like to fend the old women off you can serve his happysacks as bait for a polar bear, but i think the old women is a much worse punishment!*

[ February 05, 2003, 19:46: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]

[Ragnarok]

Ragnarok is hanging onto the bottom of his Dreadnaught - the 'Naughtica - with old wrinkled messes trying to drag him down for a night of passion, assuming that the old ladies can Last that long before their pace makers give out. He manages to pull out a control and he presses a couple buttons on it and out of the side of the 'Naughtica comes a long arm looking contraction and it pulls the rest of the Grandma's off Ragnarok and piles them neatly beside whats left of RDs ship. Rags finally climbs into the ship and makes it to the Captains room to change into a new uniform and prepare his revenge.

Rags comes walking onto the bridge in a full black outfit, pitch black hair, and black trenchcoat, and don't forget, it also comes complete with black contacts. He takes his stand in the back of the bridge and hails RD on his personal communications device. RD looks to see who it is but all he sees is a black figure in the shadows, he answers; "Hello?" obviously shaking in fear from what might be coming his way. Rags replies; "Why are you shaking RD? There is nothing to be afraid of...*Muhahahaha*"
RD begins to cry and he craps himself a couple times. RDs molerats come over and sniff his buttox region wondering what that god awful smell is. They can't figure it out so they rip his pants open and being to bite at RDs underwear. Although he doesn't have much on besides that leoperd print banana hammock.

Rags cuts the communication link and he leaves his ship. Before the bay doors close walking behind Ragnarok are some never before seen figures. On one side of Rags is a army of Pink Winged Potato Pixies armed to the teeth with 10" bazookas and numb-chucks. On the other side of Rags is a even larger army of Giant Battle Gophers (that say 'Nee!'.)

Rags busts the Cantina doors open to see RD sitting in the corner still shaking in fear and quite embarrassed that everyone knows that he wears leoperd print banana hammocks. Things get worse when he looks up to see Rags standing there with his combinded army of Pink Winged Potato Pixies and his Giant Battle Gophers (that say 'Nee!')

RD begins to flee the scene for he knows he is about to get whooped. But the Pixie's prove to be too fast for RD. They over come him and grab ahold of his shirt and hold him in the air. Rags gives them the nod and they flip him upside down, but there is nothing to hold on to... Or is there? The Pixies grab ahold of RDs twig-n-berries and hold him up in the air once more. Rags then gives the Giant Battle Gophers the signal and they begin to naw at RD until there is no flesh left on his arms and legs. Then the largest of the Battle Gophers approches from behing Rags and tells the Pixies to hold on the RDs legs now. They do so and the Battle Gopher yells, "JUDO CHOP!" in a high pitched voice that causes all in the Cantina to cover there ears. He then swiftly hits RD where it counts with his forearm that just so happened to be covered in spiked armor. Rags issues the command for the Pixies to drop RD and they go up even highed and drop him, just to make it hurt worse. Rags nods at all the patrons of the Cantina and turns around. As he walks away he says, "Yes indeed my good old friend, revenge is indeed very sweet." A evil grin crosses his face as he Boards the 'Naughtica.

[Raging Deadstar]

*Ragnarok laughs menacingly as he towers over raging deadstar and kicks him out of the cantina and onto the forecourt, to leave him to contemplate his whooping. Raging Deadstar crawls over to his demolished battlecruiser. He crawls over to the button entitled Laundry and climbs into his moveable chair. Hours later Raging Deadstar returns, dressed in his bondage jeans, black mesh top that shows his repaired physique (or lack of it in my case )He puts on his trenchcoat, installes the crosshair styled contacts and perfects his spikey ahirdo. He then pushes a button and a small transport hovers behind the wrecked battlecruiser. An army of gothic vampire girls walk out dressed in very revealing otufits, complete with fangs. Ragnarok smiles as Raging Deadstar kneels down before him, obviously expecting this army for him*

"Ok ragnarok you got me there, so let my friends here show you a good time!"

*Ragnarok is soon sitting on his chair being carressed by several vampire chicks and one of them keeps biting his neck gently. "Maybe" raganrok thinks. "Maybe i won for once?" Raging Deadstar gets up and winks at the girls who then tie raganrok to his seat. Ragnarok isn't sure if this is revenge or a kinky game as one girl keeps kissing his neck. He goes for the latter and enjoys the moments.*

*Suddenly two of the girls grab ragnaroks troUsers and pull them off, leaving him sitting there in his pink spandex y-fronts. He blushes but can't do anything about it, the girls then start to undo the campest sight known to the cantina. Most people look away in disgust as ragnarok covers his modesty with his shirt as the girls continue to show hima good time. Then Raging Deadstar pulls out a rabbit, a nice furry rabbit but it had evil red beady eyes. Wait, hadn't he seen that rabit before? Wasn't that the rabbit of monty python and the holy grail? Yes it was! Ragnarok squirms trying to escape as RD lets go of the rabbit and it makes a beline straight to his testes, ragnarok screams and tries to shake it off but the rabbit is hanging on for good. Then the vampire kissing rags neck bites and punctures ragnaroks main neck veins and blows. Leaving ragnaroks sore testicles to expand to the size of weather baloons, weather baloons with a rabid rabbit hanging from them. Raging Deadstar smiles evily and pulls out a Gravitational Hellbore and fires, causing ragnaroks happy sacks to implode to nothingness, probably the most excruitiating pain known to sentient species. Ragnarok is left to sit there with no wedding tackle and a rabit nibbling on the deflated skin*

[primitive]

primitive leans back in his seat, enjoying his drink and the spectacle.

The ultimate in pythonish weaponries are unleashed in the Cantina.

The killer rabbit VS The power of saying 'nee!'

Could this be the end of civilization as we know it.

[ February 05, 2003, 23:18: Message edited by: primitive ]

[David E. Gervais]

..I was doing a bit of clean-up of my hard drive and found this old poem I wrote a few years back. It's about an encounter in a bar, so I thought it would fit in here! Comments are welcome!

"The Encounter.."

Late afternoon on a warm day,
into a bar I make my way.
The dim lit room does soothe my eyes,
I sit right down and give a sigh.

I close my eyes and breath in deep,
and feel the tension from me seep.
It's good to finally relax,
after a day that did so tax.

Here I sit and sip my drink,
my thoughts do stir as I think.
I raise my glass up to the light,
and see you cross my line of sight.

I watch as you sit by the bar,
my eyes do scan you from afar.
A short black dress is your atire,
and your beauty sets me afire.

I see you raise your glass to lips,
and take a tiny little sip.
You cross your legs and shift your weight,
a move I sure apreciate.

I scan your legs from foot to thigh,
lick my lips and let out a sigh.
You turn your head yet unaware,
and catch me smiling as I stare.

You smile at me and I do blush,
as passion fills me with a rush.
You take your drink and head my way,
as you approach I watch you sway.

You raise your glass and take a sip,
and ask if I mind if you sit.
I gesture to the empty chair,
and welcome you into my lair.

We sit and chat for a long while,
you captivate me with your smile.
My charm and wit are what I use,
to send you all of the right clues.

Cheers!