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

[Low bloods]

"That didn't play well to my ears." He snickers then growls.

[Third Kingdom]

'I WANT MY FUDGE DAMN IT!!'

[Low bloods]

'I WANT MY FUDGE DAMN IT!!'

"Go get it."

[Third Kingdom]

'I WANT MY FUDGE DAMN IT!!'

"Go get it."

'Too far away.'

[Greater South]

One of the guards chuckled. "Hehehe... fudge."

Dell then turned around. "Don't worry, partner. I've got a portable grill. I could fix us up some steak." He said as he pulled out a giant toolbox that transformed into a barbeque and then revealed some raw Texas cuts and some marinated buffalo wings, plus a bowl of chili.

"But is it propane or charcoal or just wood?" Low chuckled as he tilted his head to the side.

"Ah, it's actually powered by electricity. It draws heat from the Sun's UV and stores it into heat energy which is used on all-natural salted titanium." Dell said. "Really, it ain't rocket science."

[Orotavarchationielanland]

"Hi again." The leader of Orotavarchationielanland, who entered the inner room quite a while ago is now coming in by the car-crashed front door. They are in the white suit with black spots, uncertain if they're unique pattern or paint stains. "I've been busy a while. Anything unusual?"

[Zitravgrad]

Seeing that they have come back, Kazimir put away his pipe. "Oh... Apart from a car crashing into the place, nothing is too outlandish."

[Greater South]

Meanwhile, Dell and the guards proceed to sizzle steak, chicken wings and alligator-flesh sausage.

"Hey, if y'all are vegan, there's also Caesar salad and chili."

[Orotavarchationielanland]

"Good." They sit on a nearby chair, looking over this neat and peaceful place "I'd like to have salad."

[Low bloods]

"But is it propane or charcoal or just wood?" Low chuckled as he tilted his head to the side.

"Ah, it's actually powered by electricity. It draws heat from the Sun's UV and stores it into heat energy which is used on all-natural salted titanium." Dell said. "Really, it ain't rocket science."

"Sounds like whrn I want tome eggs so I put a pan in the sand and let the sun do it's thing." He nods.

[Third Kingdom]

'I have bros and hos in different area codes.'

[The Federation of Kendor]

Suddenly, an army invaded the Saloon. Many missiles are shoot, but they are then throwed back at the army by a floating arm

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

It turned out to be the Afrikaans army, who mistook the saloon for an Ethiopian position. Pieter van der Blekkenhorst himself came forward and told his men to stand down.

"Sorry 'bout that, friends. Coordinates fucked up. Hey, is that a barbeque?" He said.

[The Federation of Kendor]

A Nazi said, "Yes".

Suddenly, the commander get attacked by the Overwatch.

[Zitravgrad]

Kazimir Miroslavsky just simply sits there and, once again, smokes his cherished pipe.

[The Federation of Kendor]

Suddenly, Snoop Dogg comes and start to sing "Smoke Weed Everyday" to Kazimir Miroslavsky

[Low bloods]

Pie man decided he'd seen enough crazy stuff for the day and he'd sit this one out for once.

Vixen crawled up from behind the counter "What the hell is all of this, things get way too crazy at some points... But I mean hey, I've seen worse, I've seen, like reason and chaos working hand and hand."

[The Federation of Kendor]

Pie man decided he'd seen enough crazy stuff for the day and he'd sit this one out for once.

Vixen crawled up from behind the counter "What the hell is all of this, things get way too crazy at some points... But I mean hey, I've seen worse, I've seen, like reason and chaos working hand and hand."

Another man comes and said to him, "Do you know why? Because this place is boring. Seriously, they have been reusing it for three times, and this makes this place boring. I want this to end quickly so we can have a great fun."

[Kyrusia]

If a Moderator tells you to leave the thread, you leave the thread. If you are told to leave, that does not mean you are permitted to make your own C/CLT; [...]

This is not your personal blog, echo chamber, or the place to field your drama. If the thread begins to devolve into a mud-slinging fight or a place where everyone decides to air their dirty laundry, the involved players may be removed from the thread. Leave your cliques, accusations, drama, and similar at the door; they will not be accepted here.

[...]

Setting Specific Rules: No, you cannot invade. No, you cannot use NPCs as punching bags; they're there to be utilized to help move the story along and players can use them for their intended purposes (playing music, serving drinks, dealing cards, etc.). No, your character does not have to be Western-themed; you can play with an alien, a cyborg, or any other character you can think of (that adheres to the rules).

"I'm afraid," the walls quietly reverberated, "that not much of any assault has occurred here... It was, quite clearly, some tremor in reality. Pay no mind, dear patrons."

(And no, no one is, at this time, banned from this thread. This is a reminder about the rules of this thread.)

[Third Kingdom]

He jolts awake from his nightmare and looks around then shrugs and paints a mural with lots of colors and things and such and so forth.

[Low bloods]

Pie man decided he'd seen enough crazy stuff for the day and he'd sit this one out for once.

Vixen crawled up from behind the counter "What the hell is all of this, things get way too crazy at some points... But I mean hey, I've seen worse, I've seen, like reason and chaos working hand and hand."

Another man comes and said to him, "Do you know why? Because this place is boring. Seriously, they have been reusing it for three times, and this makes this place boring. I want this to end quickly so we can have a great fun."

"Do you know of the steel building?" He laughs "It was a place that lasted five or so chapters, five houndered pages to each.
You see the thing is all the threads were in the steel buildings, but it was places around it that told stories not all was inside the building but it ws the face of the community it held, there were more like it but it was a... Personal favorite in my opinion. location threads are held in specific places it doesn't mean the saloon if floating in space for the most part, there is a world around it, as one would guess. But don't complain, that's what I've been doing for a solid three threads." He snickers.
"Just go with the flow, make your own stories do as others use to back when there was more of us and make things interesting to the point where it's not an annoying turn off." Vixen though if there was anything more to add but then eventually he shrugs.

He jolts awake from his nightmare and looks around then shrugs and paints a mural with lots of colors and things and such and so forth.

Vixen offers a slice of pizza. "I'm bored, do you have any news on your quest for fudge?"

[Wolflandil]

Tadeusz begins to cook Cheberek, in hopes a leader would talk to him.

[Low bloods]

Tadeusz begins to cook Cheberek, in hopes a leader would talk to him.

"Howdy there partner." Low snickers "What brings a national leader here such as yourself to a place life this?"

[Wolflandil]

Tadeusz begins to cook Cheberek, in hopes a leader would talk to him.

"Howdy there partner." Low snickers "What brings a national leader here such as yourself to a place life this?"

"I came here for the hopes of socialization, hopefully meet some friends." Tadeusz pulls a piping hot Cheberek out of the hot oil and puts it on a plate.

[Low bloods]

"Howdy there partner." Low snickers "What brings a national leader here such as yourself to a place life this?"

"I came here for the hopes of socialization, hopefully meet some friends." Tadeusz pulls a piping hot Cheberek out of the hot oil and puts it on a plate.

"You might find some." He looks around "Hopefully..."