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Spamming

A faint shreik could be heard from outside the saloon doors as a struggle could be heard from outside but if one were to look out the window it was too dark to see, a streetlamp was shedding light on the bare desert roads but it was farther off into the night.

Suddenly a shadowlike figure walks over to the saloon in a rather uncanny manner. Like a zombie it slowly made its way to the door, almost falling over itself it can be heard leanings against the wood, clawing the wood and panting like an injured animal the batwing doors open a bit as an eye glares into the room before leaning in to fully open one of the doors.

It seemed to be somthing covered in a featherlike cloth like it was ashamed of it's appearance it hid under this cloth withvis glare shifting ever so slightly as it slawly made its way to a booth, rather than taking a seat it just fell face first into the leather cushion.

"Hot dang, no one ever comes here. Weird, because the drinks are bloody delicious."

An exhausted SFA Soldier walks in, his sleeves torn at the forearm, with cloth, linen, or whatever else he could find replacing the torn parts. His armor rig having remnants of bullets that hadn't fully penetrated. His holster is empty, no trace of whatever sidearm he was issued, his AK-103 is covered in mud and scratches, odds are it's jammed or empty.

Making his way to a seat he did his best to remain composed, probably confused as to what's going on around him. When he located an empty seat, he looked around, lighting himself a smoke while kicking back. He'd lay his worn carbine down by his side, attempting to gain a moment of rest.

Syrvanian Republic wrote:An exhausted SFA Soldier walks in, his sleeves torn at the forearm, with cloth, linen, or whatever else he could find replacing the torn parts. His armor rig having remnants of bullets that hadn't fully penetrated. His holster is empty, no trace of whatever sidearm he was issued, his AK-103 is covered in mud and scratches, odds are it's jammed or empty.

Making his way to a seat he did his best to remain composed, probably confused as to what's going on around him. When he located an empty seat, he looked around, lighting himself a smoke while kicking back. He'd lay his worn carbine down by his side, attempting to gain a moment of rest.

"Howdy Partner
...

You look mighty hurt, need a bandage?"

Awakes from an apparent blackout and slowly rises off floor.

Arceus Christ, what was the expiration date on that vegetable oil?

A well-dressed grizzly bear saunters into the saloon, and asks for a drink in (almost) good English. He has the money to pay for it, and is looking cheerful.

"hm... some new people have shown up."

*Ashtyn sips his juice thoughtfully*

Gaekol looks around. He knows he's probably getting a few weird stares. Grizzlies are known for being violent, barbaric creatures. He scoffs in his head. Not every grizzly is like that. He grabs his drink, and takes a few careful sips.

Ashtyn eyed the bear. He looked strangely passive, maybe even docile. This wasn't the norm for most bears, but anthropomorphism always brings out the best in animals.

Gaekol noticed the dog watching him. He growled, hoping to get him to stop staring.

An Irelandball walks in. "I'll have the usual," he says to the bartender. The bartender pours him some Guinness and says, "How do Countryballs drink again?"

"I'll have what Ireland's havin', thank ya very much."

The door opens, bringing a tidal wave of water with it as well as a soggy, orange, fox-like protogen. It walks up to the bar, sighing in exhaustion.
"Got any Ramen in this joi-" It freezes, Noticing the giant... "What in the name of Nokia are YOU?!

"Huh. Maybe that's why nobody comes here."

New Treyland wrote:"Huh. Maybe that's why nobody comes here."

"Probably right about that," Gaekol says, shaking water out of his fur.

The protogen is still staring at the bear in utter disbelief. "Uh... 'Scuse me... What Model are you? you have no visible mechanical parts, yet you are wearing a suit and you talk!"

Mindhart wrote:The protogen is still staring at the bear in utter disbelief. "Uh... 'Scuse me... What Model are you? you have no visible mechanical parts, yet you are wearing a suit and you talk!"

Gaekol growled. "I'm no machine. I am a grizzly bear, through and through. I learned English in school. There a problem with that?"

Ardchu wrote:

Mindhart wrote:The protogen is still staring at the bear in utter disbelief. "Uh... 'Scuse me... What Model are you? you have no visible mechanical parts, yet you are wearing a suit and you talk!"

Gaekol growled. "I'm no machine. I am a grizzly bear, through and through. I learned English in school. There a problem with that?"

The protogen jumped. "No, no! Sorry! I've just never seen an... Ah... 'Bear' before. Sorry! My bad." Eyebrows appeared on the visor, scrunched in confusion. "Actually, where am I?"

A man wearing an orange Mars suit with a US flag on his shoulder walks in and takes of the suit revealing a blue t-shirt and tan cargo pants. He asks only for water and then asks, "Is this still Mars?"

Mindhart wrote:

Ardchu wrote:Gaekol growled. "I'm no machine. I am a grizzly bear, through and through. I learned English in school. There a problem with that?"

The protogen jumped. "No, no! Sorry! I've just never seen an... Ah... 'Bear' before. Sorry! My bad." Eyebrows appeared on the visor, scrunched in confusion. "Actually, where am I?"

“Ram’s head saloon. You get drinks here,” Gaekol explained, taking a swig of his drink. This… thing was really getting on his nerves.

The bear did not look amused. Ashtyn's tail dropped. He retreated to the lounge to take a nap. He assumed he would only make things worse.

Ardchu wrote:

Mindhart wrote:The protogen is still staring at the bear in utter disbelief. "Uh... 'Scuse me... What Model are you? you have no visible mechanical parts, yet you are wearing a suit and you talk!"

Gaekol growled. "I'm no machine. I am a grizzly bear, through and through. I learned English in school. There a problem with that?"

The young man [possibly a time traveller] looking quite weird, jokes " Oh hello, Paddington! "
Clearly, no one knew that joke... unless...

The Aituia wrote:

Ardchu wrote:Gaekol growled. "I'm no machine. I am a grizzly bear, through and through. I learned English in school. There a problem with that?"

The young man [possibly a time traveller] looking quite weird, jokes " Oh hello, Paddington! "
Clearly, no one knew that joke... unless...

Gaekol growled. Stupid humans. He turned to the young man, showing off his full height.
"Perhaps you should learn to not make jokes about me," he said, gruffly.

"Another bottle of Guinness, please. Also, do you have Yahtzee in the lounge? If you don't, that's a tragedy on par with human trafficking."


"Bit of an exaggeration, but you get what I mean."