It's true no one orginally lived in the American contributes until around 4,000 bc when humans crossed over from Russia so yea redskins are actually Russian. Yea soooo should we get back to who owns DA tavern ya GIT stop dis prizzy yappin bout DA blue gitz an DA way dey work an UVA oomies now who owns DA place.

*Tau Invasion was prepared in the time I distracted you* what did you say?

I say we give the place an entirely new paint job, with big neon lights and many other flashin' gubbinz. I'll get to owrk on the concept plan !

'Concept art' may take a little while. It is something I really want to do (I love making art and photoshops), but I'm a bit caught up at the moment. You can take my word that I'll get on it as soon as possible, because I WANT to get on it as sson as possible

Btw the initial creator of this tavern gave me the rights to own it via steam

Oh cool well then I guess that's gives you the deed also urian friend me on steam same name as here

the Sorcerer dude is 'Blindwolf' on Steam. FYI. and you should find me by looking for Urian Velos or Uriel1339... Anywho... So what to do with this tavern?

Well.... *scratches head* Since I am the general manager I want this to be what it is:

A random corner of fun and for stories to be told!

I need a barkeep (taking applications now)

Per story you tell you get 1 'Soul Credit' ; If the story is cooler and I or the Barkeeper like it a lot, you may earn up to 20 Soul Credits.

Soul Credits can be used to buy fun stuff here... Or perhaps even for actual value in one of my many RPs

Could I be the bar keep I know ceilings on steam and I've been with this thread since it's beginning. Waaaaaaagh. Well I'm 87% gutless Jim is in a position of importance because of his work. I'm also so tired of going into the RP sections and finding out I'm always too late for an RP It really saddens me.

I'm great for this position due to the fact I go on the forums at least 3 times a day. I'm decent at RPing. Hopefully I am accepted

(i might also copy and paste this into where the heretics reside )

ok, a cool story, here you go you filthy heretics:

there was once a little boy named Timmy, Timmy walked to school everyday, he would walk past a blue house everyday, and everything about this house was blue, i mean EVERYTHING, the grass in the yard was blue, picket fence was blue, car was blue EVERYTHING was blue, Timmy never really noticed it though because he grew up passing it everyday, but once day in class he saw it out the window and wondered "why IS that house blue?" even the sky seemed to be bluer above this house, and the teacher noticed him staring out the window, which was odd since Timmy was one of the most attentive kids in the class and had the best grades, the teacher asked him what was wrong and he said he was looking at the house down the street, "what house Timmy?" "why the house down the street" Timmy said pointing out the window at the house, the teacher then slammed her hand down on the desk and said "get out of my class Timmy! go to the Principles office!" so Timmy is absolutely shocked, but goes down to the principles office, and the principle is confused why Timmy is in there, because little Timmy is the best behaved student in the whole school, and he asks him why he was sent to his office, and Timmy said he was looking at the blue house down the street, the principle seemed to get very serious and said "what house Timmy?" "the one down the street" the principle then sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Timmy, i NEVER want to see you on this campus again, your expelled, get out!" so Timmy is walking down the street in tears from all this, and a cop notices Timmy walking down the street, and pulls up beside him to find out why he was not in school, "whats wrong Timmy? you aren't skipping are you?" "no, i was expelled for asking about that blue house" Timmy said pointing at the house down the street, the officer then got out the car and handcuffed Timmy "you gotta go down to the station Timmy" Timmy's parents were called and picked him up, they ask why their son was in jail, and after he says he asked about the blue house, his parents were so mad at him they made him walk home from the jail, so Timmy is walking home and he gets to the other side of the street from the blue house, and he is furious, he is going to find out what is wrong with that house! why EVERYTHING about it was blue, Timmy takes one step out in the road and-

BOOM!

Timmy was hit by a car, moral of the story: look both ways before crossing the street

Sure *gives you a pretty apron*