The Flaming Wombat II
Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:13 pmThere were a lot of inappropriate posts made recently. It is to be hoped that such activities here will cease. Thread rebooted, carry on.
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The Flaming Wombat II
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:13 pmPosted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:16 pm*Weepz because of the memories* FIRST! SORT OF xD
Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:18 pmI'm sorry. Even if I may or may not of done anything.
Anyway massive purge.
Anyway massive purge.
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:24 amFar across the town, down on the waterfront, a boat slowly moved into the harbour, it's captain aware of the rotting hulks that once shined in F7nia's harbour. Twice and thrice had this man returned to F7nia, to find it gutted, rotting and largely deserted, it's populace given over to games of falsitude, or patronising the single business that had swallowed up the other with all the efficiency of a Mafia operation. That's not to say it was a bad thing... but it's said Nana had woken up next to a Pony's head. The Bistro didn't last long after that.
Disturbed from his thoughts by movement on the dockside, the captain thought for a moment that F7nia wasn't as deserted as it seemed to be. And he was right, on the dockside were a pack of dogs, puppies from some long ago litter, gone shaggy and wild in the wastes of F7nia City. He shooed them off with a shout, and quickly tied his boat on the pier, and headed off into the town, looking for someone, anyone, who he might once have.
It had been raining the last time he had visited F7nia, but today's weather suited his mood. A calm breeze blew through the town, barely moving the rubbish strewn across the road and the overflowing gutter. It had rained here, and recently, as the flood water from the outdated and overloaded drainage system was still about. He had always wondered about that, but no matter. He shoved a hand into a pocket that was largely than it should be, and pulled out a stale biscuit. Grimacing slightly, he chewed and swallowed quickly, feeling all the better afterwards for some reason.
"Caian sorcery." He snorted, on the move again. He wondered the streets, aware of his destination yet dawdling, something not usually done on the streets of F7nia. He took note of every building, and the memories came to him again. Visiting the now decrepit Castle Taltros, running an underground club, various hotels and bars, and other memories that rolled around his head like a ship in a swell, making him feel vaguely sick for some reason. He shook his head as if to clear it, and finally turned onto the street that housed his destination.
It wasn't an attractive building, he decided, but it had... something, something that made it vaguely welcoming, and so he moved up towards the door, snickering as he saw they hadn't changed the old sign. The Flaming Wombat, it said. He had travelled many places, but never had he seen a wombat aflame. He thought it would take a special kind of person, the kind that removed the wings from flies as a child, and abused other animals. He sighed, and steeled himself for a moment, before pushing open the door, and walking in...
Disturbed from his thoughts by movement on the dockside, the captain thought for a moment that F7nia wasn't as deserted as it seemed to be. And he was right, on the dockside were a pack of dogs, puppies from some long ago litter, gone shaggy and wild in the wastes of F7nia City. He shooed them off with a shout, and quickly tied his boat on the pier, and headed off into the town, looking for someone, anyone, who he might once have.
It had been raining the last time he had visited F7nia, but today's weather suited his mood. A calm breeze blew through the town, barely moving the rubbish strewn across the road and the overflowing gutter. It had rained here, and recently, as the flood water from the outdated and overloaded drainage system was still about. He had always wondered about that, but no matter. He shoved a hand into a pocket that was largely than it should be, and pulled out a stale biscuit. Grimacing slightly, he chewed and swallowed quickly, feeling all the better afterwards for some reason.
"Caian sorcery." He snorted, on the move again. He wondered the streets, aware of his destination yet dawdling, something not usually done on the streets of F7nia. He took note of every building, and the memories came to him again. Visiting the now decrepit Castle Taltros, running an underground club, various hotels and bars, and other memories that rolled around his head like a ship in a swell, making him feel vaguely sick for some reason. He shook his head as if to clear it, and finally turned onto the street that housed his destination.
It wasn't an attractive building, he decided, but it had... something, something that made it vaguely welcoming, and so he moved up towards the door, snickering as he saw they hadn't changed the old sign. The Flaming Wombat, it said. He had travelled many places, but never had he seen a wombat aflame. He thought it would take a special kind of person, the kind that removed the wings from flies as a child, and abused other animals. He sighed, and steeled himself for a moment, before pushing open the door, and walking in...
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:30 am*comes in flying on a broom and zooms around the Wombat up near the rafters, Snuggles (the black cat that lays claim to me) is on the back purring and watching everyone in Wombat*
Oh wow, I needa drink...*flies behind the bar to grab an Orange Juice*
Well at least part of the song, thank you Rascal Flats.
Oh wow, I needa drink...*flies behind the bar to grab an Orange Juice*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:57 amAll our progress... Gone!
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:59 amOh well... I've always wanted to be on the first page... 
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:03 amVoid walkers wrote:Oh well... I've always wanted to be on the first page...
and tada now you get to be
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:04 amPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:06 amPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:32 amI like faggots and gravy.
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 2:18 am*trudges in*
*sees all the pages that aren't there and my jaw drops*
*grinds my teeth and punches the wall*
*walks to a chair, grumbling, and plonks my self down*
*sees all the pages that aren't there and my jaw drops*
*grinds my teeth and punches the wall*
*walks to a chair, grumbling, and plonks my self down*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:01 am*gets up and looks around*
*shrugs*
*trudges out*
*shrugs*
*trudges out*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:09 am*looks around*
Everything's disappeared!
Everything's disappeared!
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:17 amIt's just been moved to storage.
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:21 amWell, that is certainly one way to reset a giant thread! *claps on Mod's work*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:38 amHoly, black hole.
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:46 amidk which is worse...
The purging of the Wombat, or the Spanish Inquisition.
The purging of the Wombat, or the Spanish Inquisition.
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:22 amI think I was part of it unfortunetly, didn't mean to do it, sorry
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:26 am*trudges back in*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:31 amCrinitus Malum wrote:*trudges back in*
Hey Crin
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:36 amPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:10 am'walks in with Jazmin on my shoulder and Erik carrying a piece of meat in his mouth.'
He-.
'i stop dead cold as i look around and pale.'
whot on earth happened?!
'reads note that Mod's left.'
oh...okay...
Hello "New" >.>
wombat! how are we today?
He-.
'i stop dead cold as i look around and pale.'
whot on earth happened?!
'reads note that Mod's left.'
oh...okay...
Hello "New" >.>
wombat! how are we today?
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:13 amStattr wrote:'walks in with Jazmin on my shoulder and Erik carrying a piece of meat in his mouth.'
He-.
'i stop dead cold as i look around and pale.'
whot on earth happened?!
'reads note that Mod's left.'
oh...okay...
Hello "New" >.>
wombat! how are we today?
*hears you come in, looks up and sees you*
*face lights up and I hug-tackle you*
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:15 amCrinitus Malum wrote:Stattr wrote:'walks in with Jazmin on my shoulder and Erik carrying a piece of meat in his mouth.'
He-.
'i stop dead cold as i look around and pale.'
whot on earth happened?!
'reads note that Mod's left.'
oh...okay...
Hello "New" >.>
wombat! how are we today?
*hears you come in, looks up and sees you*
*face lights up and I hug-tackle you*
gah~!
'is tackled and i laugh.'
hiya Crin, how are you?