Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v2]

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

"...you know I can fix that with magic, right?"

"Well, I couldn't..."

"Yeah?" He asked "What?"

"You ok?"


LinQi looked at Cristoforo "You... You hurt my sister dammit!"

"Who now?" Cristoforo raised his eyebrow.

"How so?"

[Danceria]

"Well, I couldn't..."

"Who now?" Cristoforo raised his eyebrow.

"How so?"

Aceus flashed his hands, and his magic sputtered.
"See?"

[Greater Orensta]

"...you know I can fix that with magic, right?"

"Well, I couldn't..."

"Yeah?" He asked "What?"

"You ok?"


LinQi looked at Cristoforo "You... You hurt my sister dammit!"

"Who now?" Cristoforo raised his eyebrow.

She rose up, levitating, fire formed in her hands and 火 formed on her forehead "You are finished."

"Yeah?" He asked "What?"

"You ok?"


LinQi looked at Cristoforo "You... You hurt my sister dammit!"

"I could help set things up."

"Maybe..." She decided to go to the hospital for a visit.

"Maybe next time! I was talking with your dad about..."

She went with her

[Prusselanden]

"Well, I couldn't..."

"Who now?" Cristoforo raised his eyebrow.

She rose up, levitating, fire formed in her hands and 火 formed on her forehead "You are finished."

"I could help set things up."

"Maybe..." She decided to go to the hospital for a visit.

"Maybe next time! I was talking with your dad about..."

She went with her

Quetz flew in front of her. "No..."

"Bout...?"

Somehow she was pregnant.
"There can be only one explanation." Julian said as she examined herself.
"Godammit Zeus."

[Greater Orensta]

She rose up, levitating, fire formed in her hands and 火 formed on her forehead "You are finished."
"Maybe next time! I was talking with your dad about..."

She went with her

Quetz flew in front of her. "No..."

"Bout...?"

Somehow she was pregnant.
"There can be only one explanation." Julian said as she examined herself.
"Godammit Zeus."

She threw him aside

"I...like you."

"Well then."

[Prusselanden]

Quetz flew in front of her. "No..."

"Bout...?"

Somehow she was pregnant.
"There can be only one explanation." Julian said as she examined herself.
"Godammit Zeus."

She threw him aside

"I...like you."

"Well then."

He regained his balance and blocked her again. "Don't sink down to his level. You're better than a scoundrel like him."

"Ok."

"...Prenatal care on." She went to the store for baby supplies.

[Gurori]

Guroriball enters the saloon with a cowboy hat on and hops onto a stool. "Of thirty nine shots 'a' Guroribrand Vodka pls." He asks and was swiftly served. He proceeded to down all thirty nine shots in one go, despite the fact that without arms he shouldn't even be able to pick up the glasses and despite the fact he doesn't have a mouth. "I wish that old ram would of creating a Polandball Saloon... We is not of accepted here by everyone else, you see."

[Greater Orensta]

She threw him aside

"I...like you."

"Well then."

He regained his balance and blocked her again. "Don't sink down to his level. You're better than a scoundrel like him."

"Ok."

"...Prenatal care on."

"You don't understand... My 姐姐 is going to die because of you!"

"Is it mutual?"

"I need to help huh?"

[Prusselanden]

He regained his balance and blocked her again. "Don't sink down to his level. You're better than a scoundrel like him."

"Ok."

"...Prenatal care on."

"You don't understand... My 姐姐 is going to die because of you!"

"Is it mutual?"

"I need to help huh?"

"Then let's go help her instead of fighting him! I'll take you to her..."

".....I can tolerate you but I need time."

"Nope. I can handle it." She went to the store. The seatbelt of her car was a bit too tight this time.

[Danceria]

"Well, I couldn't..."

"Who now?" Cristoforo raised his eyebrow.

She rose up, levitating, fire formed in her hands and 火 formed on her forehead "You are finished."

"I could help set things up."

"Maybe..." She decided to go to the hospital for a visit.

"Maybe next time! I was talking with your dad about..."

She went with her

Jay sweatdropped and whispered to Cristoforo "Friend of Zuvo's? Didn't I tell you not to tick off the Fire Nation?"

"Dad, we haven't been anywhere near the Fire Nation in years..."

"Well, they are fans of keeping grudges."

Of course, a firebolt would land on Cristoforo's face, he sputtered but was mostly unharmed "Oy! Do you mind?"

[Prusselanden]

She rose up, levitating, fire formed in her hands and 火 formed on her forehead "You are finished."
"Maybe next time! I was talking with your dad about..."

She went with her

Jay sweatdropped and whispered to Cristoforo "Friend of Zuvo's? Didn't I tell you not to tick off the Fire Nation?"

"Dad, we haven't been anywhere near the Fire Nation in years..."

"Well, they are fans of keeping grudges."

Of course, a firebolt would land on Cristoforo's face, he sputtered but was mostly unharmed "Oy! Do you mind?"

He also had somehow pissed of the Air nomads, but Quetz was still not murderously pissed.

[WaRtArIa]

Guroriball enters the saloon with a cowboy hat on and hops onto a stool. "Of thirty nine shots 'a' Guroribrand Vodka pls." He asks and was swiftly served. He proceeded to down all thirty nine shots in one go, despite the fact that without arms he shouldn't even be able to pick up the glasses and despite the fact he doesn't have a mouth. "I wish that old ram would of creating a Polandball Saloon... We is not of accepted here by everyone else, you see."

Wartariaball and Silverakiaball stared at the strange countryball, Guroriball. The fact that he was able to pick up the glasses was not puzzling to them. Countryballs obviously had limited telekinesis with a range of one and a half feet. That was supposed to be common knowledge, but it seemed that everyone else was an ignorant patiarchy-loving fucknut. That was disappointing.

Silverakiaball plopped onto a stool. "That is of sounds nice. We needs place for own countryball community. Two bourbons, plox!"

Wartaria glared at Silverakiaball. "Keep tradition. Drink classic, this stereotypical saloon tavern! Three brandys, ja!"

[Gurori]

Guroriball enters the saloon with a cowboy hat on and hops onto a stool. "Of thirty nine shots 'a' Guroribrand Vodka pls." He asks and was swiftly served. He proceeded to down all thirty nine shots in one go, despite the fact that without arms he shouldn't even be able to pick up the glasses and despite the fact he doesn't have a mouth. "I wish that old ram would of creating a Polandball Saloon... We is not of accepted here by everyone else, you see."

Wartariaball and Silverakiaball stared at the strange countryball, Guroriball. The fact that he was able to pick up the glasses was not puzzling to them. Countryballs obviously had limited telekinesis with a range of one and a half feet. That was supposed to be common knowledge, but it seemed that everyone else was an ignorant patiarchy-loving fucknut. That was disappointing.

Silverakiaball plopped onto a stool. "That is of sounds nice. We needs place for own countryball community. Two bourbons, plox!"

Wartaria glared at Silverakiaball. "Keep tradition. Drink classic, this stereotypical saloon tavern! Three brandys, ja!"

"I of havings idea!" Guroriball chimed. "What if we ask them REALLY REALLY nicely to make us one!"

[Danceria]

Jay sweatdropped and whispered to Cristoforo "Friend of Zuvo's? Didn't I tell you not to tick off the Fire Nation?"

"Dad, we haven't been anywhere near the Fire Nation in years..."

"Well, they are fans of keeping grudges."

Of course, a firebolt would land on Cristoforo's face, he sputtered but was mostly unharmed "Oy! Do you mind?"

He also had somehow pissed of the Air nomads, but Quetz was still not murderously pissed.

Jay and Cristoforo would just deadpan at Quetz and his Air Nomads...

[WaRtArIa]

Wartariaball and Silverakiaball stared at the strange countryball, Guroriball. The fact that he was able to pick up the glasses was not puzzling to them. Countryballs obviously had limited telekinesis with a range of one and a half feet. That was supposed to be common knowledge, but it seemed that everyone else was an ignorant patiarchy-loving fucknut. That was disappointing.

Silverakiaball plopped onto a stool. "That is of sounds nice. We needs place for own countryball community. Two bourbons, plox!"

Wartariaball glared at Silverakiaball. "Keep tradition. Drink classic, this stereotypical saloon tavern! Three brandys, ja!"

"I of havings idea!" Guroriball chimed. "What if we ask them REALLY REALLY nicely to make us one!"

Wartariaball laughed. "Nos! We must... be badass! Point awesome gun/laser cannon/flamethrower, shout yeehaw, and demand saloon!"

Silverakiaball telekinetically slapped Wartaria in the face. "No ways! They won't gives us saloons like thats! I think Guroriball has betters ideas, yes."

[Prusselanden]

He also had somehow pissed of the Air nomads, but Quetz was still not murderously pissed.

Jay and Cristoforo would just deadpan at Quetz and his Air Nomads...

"What? As if it wasn't obvious already."

[Greater Orensta]

Exists

[Prusselanden]

Exists

Continue the interacts?
Obviously, Jules was nursing the pregnancy at home.
"So according to the list I'll soon be craving tripe and strawberries."
"...wow...that's weird, Mom. What's tripe?"
"Beef stomach."
"Yum..?"

Quetz stayed in front of Lingqi.
"I'll save your sister....just please, stop fighting...."

Konny started to fish.

[Greater Orensta]

Exists

Continue the interacts?
Obviously, Jules was nursing the pregnancy at home.
"So according to the list I'll soon be craving tripe and strawberries."
"...wow...that's weird, Mom. What's tripe?"
"Beef stomach."
"Yum..?"

Quetz stayed in front of Lingqi.
"I'll save your sister....just please, stop fighting...."

Konny started to fish.

LinQi ignored him

So did Dylan

[Prusselanden]

Continue the interacts?
Obviously, Jules was nursing the pregnancy at home.
"So according to the list I'll soon be craving tripe and strawberries."
"...wow...that's weird, Mom. What's tripe?"
"Beef stomach."
"Yum..?"

Quetz stayed in front of Lingqi.
"I'll save your sister....just please, stop fighting...."

Konny started to fish.

LinQi ignored him

So did Dylan

Quetzie walked away from the scene.
"I'm going home. I must be drunk."

She caught a large mouth bass.

[Greater Orensta]

LinQi ignored him

So did Dylan

Quetzie walked away from the scene.
"I'm going home. I must be drunk."

She caught a large mouth bass.

She fell to the ground with a crash

He looked hungry

[Prusselanden]

Quetzie walked away from the scene.
"I'm going home. I must be drunk."

She caught a large mouth bass.

She fell to the ground with a crash

He looked hungry

He landed after her and scooped her up, examining her for injuries.

"Let's fry it." She brought out things for a batter.

[Danceria]

Exist.

[Prusselanden]

Exist.

Prusse rode in front of Zoranduil.
"LegoPrusse, what is the meaning of this!?"
"We can't fight! This is where the path of hatred begins!"

[Arkadacia]

(Just checking in. Has there been any major crises since the last thread? Been too busy to actively participate as of late.)