[Open PRP!] Bar Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

(by Gurfang)

Gurfang stops in mid-lunge for his food and gets up, clearly perturbed by the racket going on.
"Oyee! Kwit wid duh noyz! Sum ov us bee tryee-in tuh eet eer! Ooo, elfee meet..."
And with that the orc bounded off to the nearest female elf corpse and started to gorge himself.

(by Liontooth)


Liontooth touched a button on the side of his visor causing it to beep. He stared at Opathu with it seemingly trying to calculate something.

Vexacus walks up beside Lion and asks..."What does the visor say about his power level"

Liontooth firmly graps the visor in his hand and crushes it yelling "Its over 9000!!!!"

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(by Beardon)

Suddenly, out of the air, a Paladin fell screaming like a girl, trough the roof into the bar, and it was with such gay-level that an implosion was created which everything was sucked into and then Azeroth collapsed!1!!1

(by Quint)

Quintilius tsk tsk'ed and annulled the collapse and smacked Baerdon silly with a large trout.

(By Gurfang)


((Dammit Quint! I'd just fixed it with:
"As the world imploded Gurfang reached into his bag and pulled out hos Goblin Reality Regenerator (tm) and hit the big red button. Immediately Baerdon and all that he'd done was erased from time and space. Gurfang scratched his head as he wondered why he was holding the GRR but couldn't figure it out and so shrugged and went back to ravaging his latest victim."))

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(by beardon)

GODEMOTER

(by Opathu)

Two-Smile flashed his teeth at Gurfang, who was stuck to his mid-drift in some elven tart, as he began repeatedly smashing a human's head into a table.

"Hey, Gurfie, this is fun! Why, we must get out more often eh? Does the lungs good, and a chap's gotta 'ave some exercise now and then."

He dodged an axe and deftly placed his knee into his assailant's face, before pirouetting, slamming his body low, and bringing the crown on his giant head up into the chin of a cocky goblin -- giving a quick wave to Quint as he did so.

(by Gurfang)


((That's the point, Xari!))

Grunting his ascent to his boss, Gurfang went deeper inside the body, munching up through the lungs and heart until his head exploded out from the Night Elf's neck.

(by Opathu)

Just as Xari's mouth opened, Opathu grabbed the spectacle-wearing, four-eyed pimplehead in a vice grip, then rammed his warty features onto one of his massive, hairy, greasy moobs. He then held the struggling chap as he forced Demonic Breast Milk® down his throat, not only killing him, but making him explode from the inside out, then rising as a demonic slug in Opathu's service.

"Muwahahaha ... 9001 and rising, Lion!1!"

(by Beardon)

As Xari exploded all over Opathu's body, his blood seemed heavily tainted with the Plague and was... seemingly alive on it's own! It crawled into all openings it could find in Opathu's body, posessing him with Xari's spirit.

(by Opathu)

"Lol kek bur i wnUTs 2 sle3p wiv ur sister ... NO UR MOM!111" it screamed.

Opathu then burped, spat out the slug, and stepped on it.

((lol -- ok, give more Quint and Liontooth now))

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(by Beardon)

Xari actually had several clones, geneticly made in the depths of Scholomance, and suddenly thousands of Xari's came streaming into Booty Bay, and as many as there could fit into the bar!!! They all yelled "ROFL STFU NOOBS" while jumping onto Opathu and biting him everywhere like little parasites.

((I degraded myself for you - happy?!))

(by Lushan)

Lushan cursed as he struggled to raise his PRP™ Reflector Umbrella☂.

"... gunna sue that damn goblin..." he swore under his breath, as lots of Mini-Me Xaris came bouncing over the patrons, towards him.

(by Liontooth)

Liontooth began shooting the millions of Xari clones with his druidic gatling gun quickly counting each one that falls and easily beating any kills Opathu makes.

(by Jareel)

"noooo! noooo!" she shrieked.

Stumbling in through the ruins of the building, a bloodied orc female looked around, dazed. Her eyes focused for one moment:

"Y- you fools! You know not what you have done! The Dread One is coming ... He Who Shall Not Be Named ... Wasnia--"

Her voice stuck in her throat, then she dissolved in a fine mist of particles. Everyone could feel the ground thrumming beneath their feet, as a towering colossus with glinting silver arm, servos whirring, rose up above them ...

(by Arithian)

In "Monster's Inc." style a door makes its way into the room. As it lands on the floor Arithian opens the door slowly; wearing nothing but a hand towel around his waist

"HAI GAISE!"

(by Beardon)

The army of Xari's snarled and now crawled to Liontooth to rip him to pieces, leaving only Opathu's skeleton behind.

(by Lushan)

Lushan quickly raised Opathu's skeleton as his own personal Scourge companion, then scarpered off with quick grin, watching as Sublol, Xari and the rest were smashed into dust beneath Wasniahc's transformer Megatron thingy what he built in his mum's back bedroom...

(by Wakker)

Tally Wakker wandered into the pub. He'd finally decided to taste a brew from a pub other than Razor Hill and so the World's End Tavern seemed the best place to start. Wandering in he beheld the carnage and destruction and immediately grabbed for his pen and pad to start taking notes.

Suddenly he began to quake as a powerful force began to take control of him. "Oh balls, not again..." he cried as his body bulged and grew until he broke through the roof and stood many feet above the tavern.
A voice bellowed out from this new monstrous avatar, "I am Sargeras, tremble before me!"
All Xariandras quaked in fear and a brown stain appeared on each of their y-fronts, all worn on top be their skirts and with a bulging corset that was required to hold in the girth of her gut.
The avatar of Sargeras looked and laughed at the quivering warlocks and picked them all up in one hand before consuming them all in one gulp. The avatar then jumped, causing a terrible quake on the ground, and took off from Outland, off into the Twisting Nether surrounding it.

Back in the pub, Tally Wakker reappeared in a flash of green and shook his head. "I bloody hope that never happens again!" he said as he slumped in a seat and grabbed a drink as the fight ensued.

(by Beardon)

Suddenly, 5 Old Gods came to the tavern, EVERYONE, nobody could resist, trembled in fear and cried, as the Old Gods spoke.

"Sup m8s"

(by Quint)

((try harder))

(by Borgrimm)

The 5 god's parted and kneeled down, bowing their heads to the ground.

Someone great must be coming mttered the tavern, as they all kneeled down prepareing for the great one himself to enter.

Borgrimm came sprinting into the tavern, jumping madly

"Sup homies, hows it hanging?"

The 5 god's bowed before Borgrimm and everyone followed their lead, Borgrimm was used to this so he just smiled and happily jumped towards the bar.

"Oy brother from another mother"
pointing at the barman
"Pint of your finest brew init!!"

Borgrimm looked at the bartender, do you feel lucky?
He tossed a coin in the air, caught it and glancing down he smirked and said:

"looks like its your bad day blood!"

Drawing a gun he shot the bartender in the head.

Borgrimm put the gun away and went to the nearest table, sat down and drank his pint happily.

(by Tivak)

Tivak stands outlined and framed by the door surveying the carnage before him.

He peers around in the moment of silence as he considers his multiple enemies in the bar..

Opening his mouth he speaks

"Time to die fleshie-" He is cut off by a large squelshing sound by his feet.

Tivaks gaze travels down to his feet where he spots...his arm.

With a frown Tivak bends down to retreive it. Peering around the bar again he sees many of the attendants giggling at him just before they burst out laughing at him. With a sigh he moves to a vacant chair where he digs around in his robes to retreive some black nail polish and begins to paint his nails on his severed arm.

(('bout time this thread was resurrected, methinks))

Gurfang strode into the pub, dark plate armour covering him from head to toe. Looking around, he sees a past version of himself munching away at an elven leg, still attached to a screaming elf maiden and a blue mess of tentacles gorging on a pint of the land lord's finest while spouting vulgar inanities at all and sundry.

Turning his sights on a nearby paladin, he grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around and plants his fist through her face and out the back of her skull. Sitting down on a nearby stool, he slowly tries to work the head off his gauntlet as the mayhem ensues around him.