Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[Danceria]

"Put it on the table..." the Cyborg smiled "If you think you're hot stuff..."

Considering the short stature of the azer, Ridock jumped up and stood on the chair, an put his arm up.

They grasped hands, and the man's visage went stern "On three?"

[Fogwood Wilderness]

Considering the short stature of the azer, Ridock jumped up and stood on the chair, an put his arm up.

They grasped hands, and the man's visage went stern "On three?"

"Yep. You count."

[Low bloods]

Vixen slowly rose up from behind the counter and began pouring himself a drink.

[Third Kingdom]

Vixen slowly rose up from behind the counter and began pouring himself a drink.

And the drink emptied mysteriously.

[Greater South]

Vixen slowly rose up from behind the counter and began pouring himself a drink.

And the drink emptied mysteriously.

"Woah. That was weir-" He said, as he turned to his guard who suddenly burped.
"Sorry! I just needed a darn drink, alright?" He said as Dell grabbed him and ushered into the bathroom.
"DAMNIT! Y'ALL AIN'T SUPPOSED TO DRINK BEER! Y'ALL ARE GHON' GET F**KED UP NOW! GOD, F*** F*** F***..."

[Danceria]

And the drink emptied mysteriously.

"Woah. That was weir-" He said, as he turned to his guard who suddenly burped.
"Sorry! I just needed a darn drink, alright?" He said as Dell grabbed him and ushered into the bathroom.
"DAMNIT! Y'ALL AIN'T SUPPOSED TO DRINK BEER! Y'ALL ARE GHON' GET F**KED UP NOW! GOD, F*** F*** F***..."

A cybernetic gentleman just blinked and stared at the antics.

[Greater South]

The one guard got up from his seat and turned to the crowd.

"So... y'all wanna talk 'bout anythin'? 'Cause I got a story 'bout a skirmish with them crab people."

[Danceria]

The one guard got up from his seat and turned to the crowd.

"So... y'all wanna talk 'bout anythin'? 'Cause I got a story 'bout a skirmish with them crab people."

"Spycrabs?" the cyborg asked, intrigued.

[Greater South]

The one guard got up from his seat and turned to the crowd.

"So... y'all wanna talk 'bout anythin'? 'Cause I got a story 'bout a skirmish with them crab people."

"Spycrabs?" the cyborg asked, intrigued.

"Nice lil' reference there, partner, but nah." The guard said, looking at his revolver with the tally marks of every crab person he killed. "These are different crabs. They don't walk and make peace. These are angry, aggressive and intelligent monsters, compensating their weak bodies for brains. The last ruse they commited was in the 90s in Colorado, when they tried to make the Earth metrosexual in order to weaken mankind. Fortunately, they were foiled. " He said as he put down his drink of mineral water after putting it down.

Now they see North America in tatters, a former shell of its' might, and they go up to Earth to conquer once more. It was a setup by Merasmus after he was slain by Demo's sword at Jacksonville. Now we're at war once again, and osme sources are sayin' thanks to a new alliance, Junkyard America's ghon attack us. Again." He sighed as he had another drink.

"Already served in too many wars. Too much shit I had to process with my ocular senses, even as a robot. I've been in East Timor, Papua New Guinea, Iraq, Junkyard America, Iranada, the zombie communist apocalypse, and now these !@#$in' crab people. 7 wars and countin' already, and they said this nation was supposed to be a democracy, not an empire. Swear to god, I'll make them all into sashimi." He sat down with his hands on his face

[Wentera]

The man uses telekinesis to throw bottles at him

The bottles shatter on his skin, but they do provoke pain into the azer.
"Ow! Stop that!"

The man stops tossing bottles but he sends some over to a new chair he teleported in.

[Wentera]

The man opens a bottle and takes a deep swig from it.

[Low bloods]

The man opens a bottle and takes a deep swig from it.

"Do you speak?" Vixen glances over to him, letting out a yawn.

[Wentera]

The man opens a bottle and takes a deep swig from it.

"Do you speak?" Vixen glances over to him, letting out a yawn.

"yes I do. What is your name traveler?"

[Low bloods]

"Do you speak?" Vixen glances over to him, letting out a yawn.

"yes I do. What is your name traveler?"

"I'm Vixen, it's been awhile since I've been called traveler around here, I practically live in the shadows around here." He snickers "And who may you be?"

[Wentera]

"yes I do. What is your name traveler?"

"I'm Vixen, it's been awhile since I've been called traveler around here, I practically live in the shadows around here." He snickers "And who may you be?"

"My name is Satonnicars. But for short you can call me Saton."

[Low bloods]

"What brings you here?" He tilts his head and snickers "It's a pleasure to meet you by the way."

[Wentera]

"What brings you here?" He tilts his head and snickers "It's a pleasure to meet you by the way."

"I was in a bad situation and teleported here. You?"

[Fogwood Wilderness]

"Spycrabs?" the cyborg asked, intrigued.

"Nice lil' reference there, partner, but nah." The guard said, looking at his revolver with the tally marks of every crab person he killed. "These are different crabs. They don't walk and make peace. These are angry, aggressive and intelligent monsters, compensating their weak bodies for brains. The last ruse they commited was in the 90s in Colorado, when they tried to make the Earth metrosexual in order to weaken mankind. Fortunately, they were foiled. " He said as he put down his drink of mineral water after putting it down.

Now they see North America in tatters, a former shell of its' might, and they go up to Earth to conquer once more. It was a setup by Merasmus after he was slain by Demo's sword at Jacksonville. Now we're at war once again, and osme sources are sayin' thanks to a new alliance, Junkyard America's ghon attack us. Again." He sighed as he had another drink.

"Already served in too many wars. Too much shit I had to process with my ocular senses, even as a robot. I've been in East Timor, Papua New Guinea, Iraq, Junkyard America, Iranada, the zombie communist apocalypse, and now these !@#$in' crab people. 7 wars and countin' already, and they said this nation was supposed to be a democracy, not an empire. Swear to god, I'll make them all into sashimi." He sat down with his hands on his face

"Wizardry? That's a dangerous art you're up against."

[Low bloods]

"What brings you here?" He tilts his head and snickers "It's a pleasure to meet you by the way."

"I was in a bad situation and teleported here. You?"

"I tend to look over this place. Like a soul stuck in limbo." Vixen nods

[Third Kingdom]

'Walking down the path, watching the birds take flight, behind me a caravan of lost desperate demons seeking there king. I am but there guide and protector.'

[Low bloods]

'Walking down the path, watching the birds take flight, behind me a caravan of lost desperate demons seeking there king. I am but there guide and protector.'

Demons sent from the days of old, in order to protect what we have lost and guide those who have stumbled into this place, by mistake or on purpose." Vixen nods and lets out a sigh

[Third Kingdom]

'Walking down the path, watching the birds take flight, behind me a caravan of lost desperate demons seeking there king. I am but there guide and protector.'

Demons sent from the days of old, in order to protect what we have lost and guide those who have stumbled into this place, by mistake or on purpose." Vixen nods and lets out a sigh

'Maybe, don't know I'm just guiding and protecting.'

[Low bloods]

Demons sent from the days of old, in order to protect what we have lost and guide those who have stumbled into this place, by mistake or on purpose." Vixen nods and lets out a sigh

'Maybe, don't know I'm just guiding and protecting.'

"Like a good doggo."

[Third Kingdom]

'Maybe, don't know I'm just guiding and protecting.'

"Like a good doggo."

'Well I am a kitsune....they may be yours though....'

[Wentera]

"I was in a bad situation and teleported here. You?"

"I tend to look over this place. Like a soul stuck in limbo." Vixen nods

"Well here. Have a drink on me!"
He sends an expensive bottle swinging towards him.