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[Fozee]

This thread moves so quickly...

I wouldn't say it's under surveillance, to answer the question 24 hours ago (I got lost?). I don't seek out people to ban, never thought that was a reasonable way to do things. But if there's anyone left deserving a ban, a moderator participating in discussion is usually the way to lure them out. 

Mostly I was intrigued by the title and figured it would be an entertaining thread. Not disappointed.

[Bunny]

I will buy you a drink being the charming motherfucker that I am.

What do you like?

 

What do you recommend?

[Fozee]

What do you recommend?

I'd recommend a nice black rum, The Kraken especially. But in case alcohol gives you 4 days of flu-like symptoms like it does to me, a fruit juice chilled damn-near the point of freezing is always a special treat. Or black tea, with milk so we can talk about the Falklands.  

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

This thread moves so quickly...

Mostly I was intrigued by the title and figured it would be an entertaining thread. Not disappointed.

Cheers, mate! I'll drink to that.

[Bunny]

Fruity drink. Definitely the fruity drink.  ​ Thank you.

 

Such lovely patrons at this establishment.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

I'd call it a 'What the **** is going on are these people drunk?' Thread.

[Bunny]

Well thanks for making me feel welcome. I can tell it's weird here, and it's awesome. So refreshing. The drink, too.

 

*sip*

[ModernAcademic]

*stands back and examines handy work*
Something is missing....Aha!
*grabs glitter and macaroni noodles*

 

*feels cheeks tickling*

*wakes up cross-eyed*

Huh? Whozat?

 

WHOA WHAT HAPPENED TO MAH FACE

[ModernAcademic]

My skin is as perfect as nug's shaved bottom. Now I'm looking like a Picasso painting.

[Bunny]

I'll consider it part of my BSN initiation. I have a copious supply of brain bleach and dark chocolate. Bring it on.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

*feels cheeks tickling*
*wakes up cross-eyed*
Huh? Whozat?

WHOA WHAT HAPPENED TO MAH FACE

Got you good! It'll all come off eventually.

[ModernAcademic]

HonourableBigot:

Oooh, you naughty, you.    Giving me such delightfully sinful ideas...now I'm gonna have to put that in the fanfic, somehow. 

Probably in the next scene crammed with smut. 

[ModernAcademic]

lynroy:

I'll see how many people I manage to scare on the way to work with your magnificent artwork on my face until the cops try to stop me. rofl!

Then I'll pull a Forrest Gump and see if I can lose them on the way. Hope they don't try to shoot me, though. That would be bad.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

lynroy:
I'll see how many people I manage to scare on the way to work with your magnificent artwork on my face until the cops try to stop me. rofl!
Then I'll pull a Forrest Gump and see if I can lose them on the way. Hope they don't try to shoot me, though. That would be bad.

Knock em dead, kiddo! *drink*

I'll consider it part of my BSN initiation. I have a copious supply of brain bleach and dark chocolate. Bring it on.

Initiation? Are we turning into a frat house? *looks around at the remains of countless parties and bottles of booze*
*looks over at Modern who just had their first lesson in not falling asleep at the bar*
I see

[Dieb]

*Swings door open, tips hat*

 

Testosterone, everybody!

[Bunny]

*stalks ModernAcademic on Tumblr*

*looks up from reading*

 

 Initiation? Are we turning into a frat house? *looks around at the remains of countless parties and bottles of booze*

 

Pretty much. I'm not a heavy drinker, though.

 

*sigh*

 

Where do you keep the broom?

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Closet behind the bar.

Hey, Dieb!

[Bunny]

Closet behind the bar.

 

Did you know there's a dead body in here?

[Orian Tabris]

I'll consider it part of my BSN initiation. I have a copious supply of brain bleach and dark chocolate. Bring it on.

 

Gone are the days of the BSN.

 

Davine Gaidine II hath declared it... "The BWF Age".

 

Spoiler

Yes, I meant to type "Davine".

 

[ravenesse]

*slowly comes to live again*

That was... hmmmm...

Regarding tentacles...

Spoiler

Yeah, as I said earlier, I don't have tentacles.  What Rivaini gloriously experienced was one quality volan "member" along with some gold medal quality hand and finger caressing, oh, and a couple of Donk's Andraste phalluses I borrowed.

Donk, they're back in your cubby hole, but I wasn't sure if you'd want them cleaned or not so um, yeah, they're not.

Regarding OBB and whatever is baking in Rivaini's oven...

Spoiler

Can I get a HELL YEAH!?!  Daddy Roly sure as sh*t ain't shootin' blanks!  Two "liasons" and two kiddos.  Who's your daddy!

Regarding Rivaini and I's "lock status"...

Spoiler

*Roly gently takes Rivaini's after sex ciggie from her hands*

Rivaini, dear friend, you're smokin' hawt and this was glorious, but my heart belongs to another and surely know know this was simply physical passions being released.  Now, I could go one of two ways here, but knowing you ladies prefer bad boys, I feel this is the route I have to take...

*Roly starts strumming a lute and sings...*

My love is like a tidal wave, spinning over your head
Drownin' you in my promises, better left unsaid
I'm the right kind of dreamer, to release your inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and I know that I was born to be

I'm a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
I surely mess around with you
I'm a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
I surely mess around, yeah yeah yeah

My love has set your soul on fire, burnin' out of control
I taught you the ways of desire, now it's takin' its toll
I'm the right kind of sinner, to release your inner fantasy
The invincible winner, and I know that I was born to be

I'm a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
I surely mess around with you
I'm a heartbreaker
Dream maker, a love taker
I surely mess around, yeah yeah yeah



(the tender way would have been this...)

We'll always have Skyhold, sweet Rivaini.

*Roly takes one last drag on the cig, flicks it on the floor, snuffs it out, and walks away*

Regarding my heart...

Spoiler

Ah... Sweet Madame Dame...

*Strums the lute again...*

Maybe it was the moonlight
The scent of you on the breeze
Maybe it was your shadow that fell over me
Such a beautiful stranger
Eyes darker than coal
Your first look crossed the desert
Into my soul

Mi corazón perdido en ti
My heart is lost to you
You have captured my love completely
My heart is lost to you
Oh my heart is lost to you



(Alternate if above not viewable)

• They were every-whe-re! At the same time! He was like a bouncing ball Volus! *advertise bg with helpful showing hand movements* Un-be-liev-able!
• *blinks irritated* What is baking in my oven? *looks down* I don't see nothin'!
• Ugh, music! Thanks for reminding me that I don't really want you. Only your tempting volun biotic sex god body. *listens to the song*shudders* That's nearly as bad as the heart-worm poem...

*need a drink*

 

I will buy you a drink being the charming motherfucker that I am.

 

Wait? We still pay for our drinks here?

Damn... so I'm broke without notice?

 

This thread moves so quickly...

I wouldn't say it's under surveillance, to answer the question 24 hours ago (I got lost?). I don't seek out people to ban, never thought that was a reasonable way to do things. But if there's anyone left deserving a ban, a moderator participating in discussion is usually the way to lure them out. 

Mostly I was intrigued by the title and figured it would be an entertaining thread. Not disappointed.

I just ignore the 'luring them out' part and stick with how entertaining we are.

HonourableBigot:

Oooh, you naughty, you.    Giving me such delightfully sinful ideas...now I'm gonna have to put that in the fanfic, somehow. 

Probably in the next scene crammed with smut. 

Don't forget the lyrim lube tube!

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Did you know there's a dead body in here?

Ha ha! Whoops...Necromancer's leaving their corpses wherever....I'll just take it back to CullenWife.

[ravenesse]

Nug Elope critics makes me think of Zero... wherever he may be and a lot of other... critics. Very realistic. BioWare writers are so damn good!

 

'I don't understand what BioWare was thinking. This is taking the cart off the rails, lighting it on fire, and smashing it into a mountain of garbage.

I have yet to get out of the starting area without being eaten by deepstalkers. WHAT THE HELL?!?

This game was designed by a sadist. The combats are completely unwinnable, which makes me wonder why they make you go through it every time. And, while I've heard the game is full of deep character conversations, I have yet to encounter any of it because I can't seem to get out of this damn field.'