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The Barfight

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Troy Balls of the Deathrace Pirates is serenading his fellow barflies in Dexter's tavern. He stands to make sure he is sharing his nasal, drunken voice with everyone present. He enthusiastically waves his arms to a lost rhythm, spilling both his drinks on the heads of those seated around him. As the seconds pass, the mumbling of his audience becomes angry and insults fly. Goaded by the shouts of his ungrateful audience of phylistines (in his opinion), he interrupts his song and lunges wildly in the general direction of the annoyed voices, spilling what remains of his drinks on a furious crowd. A loud voice behind him blares out a particularly vile insult which Mr Balls feels he must answer. He swivels around with all his might and crashes into a figure standing only inches behind him. The figure… [OOC]: The idea of this thread is to have an unending, wildly violent bar fight in Dexter’s Tavern. Pick a player you want to pummel (for whatever reason…) and write away! Two rules: No permanently crippling injuries, no death. Beyond that, you’re free to demean your opponents in any way you see fit. Please try to use the names of active gangers for the gangs you choose to target! Now who wants to punch Troy Balls? ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Jun 30, 2010, 9:57 pm Last edited Jun 30, 2010, 10:01 pm by Groove Champion

*Rezeak* The Dark Knights Darkwind Guru Deathrace Mafia Faction Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,377 Joined: Aug 8, 2009 Quote: The figure… ...Was 'Iron' Brian Pritchard. *SMACK* A crippling blow to the side of the head has Troy dazed. 'That's for touching me' He snorts. *POW* A kick to the mid-section makes sure Troy won't be getting back up any time soon. 'And that's for spilling your drink on me.' Troy Balls falls to the floor. squirming and writhing in pain. 'Now who else wants some?' ......................... vet wv deathrceL1 marshal pvp2 zom pvp3 Posted Jun 30, 2010, 10:06 pm Last edited Jun 30, 2010, 10:07 pm by *Rezeak*

*Burden* The Speedrunners Darkwind Guru Mutants Faction Group: Marshals Posts: 1,013 Joined: Oct 4, 2009 Grinning wildly, Norman Smith screams into Brian Pritchard at an insane speed. He tackles the man to the ground, then lifts him up with un-natural strength, and tosses him into a table. Glasses, ale and other things fly everywhere. "Score one for the muties!" He yells into the crowd. ......................... wv vet zom marshal pvp2 paintladder Posted Jun 30, 2010, 10:31 pm Last edited Jun 30, 2010, 10:31 pm by *Burden*

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Troy Balls groans and twists on the tavern floor for a few instants before his mind snaps back to the situation at hand. He jerks his legs straight but only tumbles into an occupied table behind him. He slurs a flash of vehement insults at the annoyed occupants and pushes off the toppled table to his feet. He attempts to scream at his attacker but only a harsh blurt escapes him. He clears his throat and tries again. Much to his dismay, the nutshot he sustained only moments earlier have caused his voice to rise dramatically in pitch. His angry words only attract the roaring laughter of onlookers - with the exception of Norman Smith who freezes at the first sound of Troy's ridiculous squeals. The dog-faced mutant begins to howl, doubled over and covering his ears with both hands. Troy Balls notices this and abandons his plans to heckle Pritchard, his attacker. He teeters and swings drunkenly towards the agonizing Norman Smith, singing in his squeaky voice: "Sugar! Nah nah nah! Nah! Nah Nah! Oooooh! Honey honey!..." ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Jun 30, 2010, 11:45 pm Last edited Jun 30, 2010, 11:46 pm by Groove Champion

*Burden* The Speedrunners Darkwind Guru Mutants Faction Group: Marshals Posts: 1,013 Joined: Oct 4, 2009 Norman clutches his ears at the unexpectedly horrible screeching. He falls to the floor face-first, and quickly attempts to stand up. "Neener neener neener!" Troy Balls went on merrily. The attempt is futile and Norman ends up flailing his legs and arms everywhere, knocking over more tables. A beer bottle lands near his arms. He has the sense to reach out and grab it, and then chuck it at Troy's face with all his might. It glances off his forehead, shattering, but only causing enough damage to temporarily stun him. Norman quickly gets up, and pounds Troy in the chest, causing him to let out his breath in a woosh. The man's voice comes out normal. ......................... wv vet zom marshal pvp2 paintladder Posted Jul 1, 2010, 12:17 am

ISHOULDCOCO COCO and the BURPERS Darkwind Guru Civs Faction Group: Storytellers Posts: 1,440 Joined: Jul 5, 2007 Possible now is the time to come out of the closet. COCO's gang contains Darkwinds only all-gay, all-go Three piece Blues Band . Called the Lozenges The trio play Xavier Exley - Vocals, Accordion, Mouthorgan, Tambourine, Foot snare Marlon Brandow - Fiddle, banjo and ukulele Von So - Piano/keyboard , Car Battery Thermin, Autoharp Guest guitarist - one working E-lectrical gee-tar -played by a guest or audience meber - tune it yourself Often described as "Somerset's worst dressed ....anything" , the band take to the stage in a combination of overalls, busted jeans and the torn foil insulation from cars The blues often slides into western swing but the guest guitar can change everything.The group universally hate th 'rock' guitar and refuse to touch the device ( it is handed to the recipient in a case). the band survives to this day mostly because they - 1. Do covers. 2. Allow folks to humiliate the guest musician. 3. Play stuff you can dance to. 4. The band is popular with women 5. they know when to leave the stage Most songs start with a quote from a book or long remebered movie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xjho-zVgDXo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXCh9OhDiCI&feature=related They end the night on a bluesy country song " I will never have children" - a lament for the irradiated , the mutated and the homosexual communities. The final line decries by the singer, his mothers maternal skills in a hurl of curses. COCO the band play continual throughout this Valhalla -like bar fight. ......................... vet wv Posted Jul 1, 2010, 10:35 am

*sam* The Salthill Sluggerz Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Lead Developer Posts: 16,780 Joined: Jan 19, 2006 A huge shower of oddly shaped mutant potatoes rains out of the darkened corner behind the bar, pummeling the band and knocking over Exley's snare drum. ......................... marshal vet deathrce1 paintladder combat1 wv ped1 cont slay2013 Posted Jul 1, 2010, 11:26 am

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 'Olli' and other Bastille members critique the entertainment. "These guys would be great if they just had a decent guitarist."! Pipes up the Zerker to Sandr Li, hinting she step in. Before the Lozenges can hand the case to a suitable technician for the Electric Instrument, Sandra snatches it away and tears it from the box, smashing the headstock into some ones face. She plugs a lead into an old amplifier labelled "_ars_all" sitting in the corner, mostly used to prop up the drinks of other patrons. Knocking most of the drinks to the ground she starts shredding away at the strings in a wail of feedback and noise, the busted headstock flying around wildly hitting various objects and people. Meanwhile potatoes fly past and as Norman winds up to throw a bottle at Troy, his elbow catches Olli in the eye. Seeing a potato fall to his feet Olli believes it to be one of the Crushers. He stands on the table, red eyes popping out of their sockets, roaring and shaking a fist violently before launching himself over the bar at the group ... {ooc edited my post for greater possibilities } ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Jul 1, 2010, 12:53 pm Last edited Jul 3, 2010, 4:32 am by Bastiel

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 *sam* said: A huge shower of oddly shaped mutant potatoes rains out of the darkened corner behind the bar, pummeling the band and knocking over Exley's snare drum. The HUGE man named Ron "Big Guns" Pinson was enjoying the music and bouncing his overgrown watermelon sized head in time with the beat when a large potato hit him on the back of his head. His chair groaned in relief as he raised his 6 foot 11 inch bulk off the seat and turned away from the now defunct and quieting band. Fists as big as spring-cured hams clenched, knuckles tight. He was smiling a crooked grin in the direction the potato barrage had come from.......... OOC:.... I LOVE these kind of stories! ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Jul 3, 2010, 6:34 am Last edited Jul 3, 2010, 6:43 am by *JD_Basher*

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Troy Balls, still singing loudly, runs up to Pinson just when he's trying to "look his coolest" and kicks him in the shins. He dodges the slow brute and continues his race across the bar. He suddenly freezes, poking his head upwards like a gracious predator spots Olli the Zerker, sticks his arm straight out and gives him the finger. ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Jul 3, 2010, 6:45 am Last edited Jul 3, 2010, 6:46 am by Groove Champion

*JD_Basher* Gearjammers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Storytellers Posts: 2,728 Joined: Feb 11, 2007 Groove Champion said: Troy Balls, still singing loudly, runs up to Pinson just when he's trying to "look his coolest" and kicks him in the shins. He dodges the slow brute and continues his race across the bar. He suddenly freezes, poking his head upwards like a gracious predator spots Olli the Zerker, sticks his arm straight out and gives him the finger. The sharp pain in Pinson's leg makes him bend over unconsciously reaching for his lower leg. The smaller person caught his eye and he reached for the shin-kicker as he ran past, behind him, Pinson missed the grab. Pinson raised himself in reaction to the pain but he forgot about the light fixtures. The lights were firmly mounted in old engine blocks, hung from the ceiling, two inches lower than Pinson was tall. A dull "thunk" was heard. Pinson cringed and a huge hand went to and covered the growing lump that was now leaking blood. "SONOFA......."....... DAMNIT DEX!.... I warned you!" "Pinson grabbed the offending engine block/light fixture and with one tug, yanked it from the ceiling with about 100 pounds of mortar, wood and insulation. ......................... vet marshal wv cont Posted Jul 3, 2010, 7:05 am Last edited Jul 3, 2010, 7:19 am by *JD_Basher*

d0dger an0maly Darkwind Guru Deathrace Mafia Faction Group: Members Posts: 2,492 Joined: Jan 24, 2010 David 'The Kid' Halloway skidded to a stop just inside the door of an0maly's lockup. Clutching at his chest with one hand and holding himself up against the wall with the other, he manged to choke out a few words between ragged breaths. "Dexter's... big... fight... really... big." The Boss grinned in response, barking out, "Julio, round up the Brute Squad. Dex is a good friend, and we can't have his place getting all busted up. Besides, it's time those muties we been hirin' earned their keep." Julio ducked into the hall leading to the barracks and returned a few moments later with a half dozen of the biggest, ugliest, strongest, fastest mutants in Somerset in tow. Waving an arm absently in the general direction of Somerset's most popular tavern, the Boss addressed the motley assemblage saying, "Well, go see if you can't settle things down for Dex." And so, Jose Blackburn, Louie 'Armstrong' Key, John Coats, Henry Miller, Jennifer Torres, and Wendy Warren began to make their way through the streets towards the bar, unnerving passerby as they trudged past with the anticipation of violence burning in their alien eyes. ......................... vet wv combat1 combatL1 paintladder pvp5 sssc deathrceL1 pvp4 zom race1 semiprocombat deathrce1 raceL1 pvp3 pvp2 ww pvp1 paintball santa2 gwped4,16,10 Posted Jul 3, 2010, 7:28 am

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 Vernon 'Olli' Ollinger was busy chewing the offending booze barrel behind the bar that he had sworn to have thrown potatoes at him. Crippled bodies and broken glass piling up next to him were not enough to disturb him from his zerked up haze, but the thunk of the mighty Pinson smashing his head on the lighting fixture was enough to break his concentration. Olli suddenly came too and broke into laughter, spitting out chewed up bits of barrel. It was then he noticed the outstretch arm of Troy Balls and the offending finger. Standing face to face with Troy grinning, gums riddled with splinters, Olli head buts the Deathrace Pirate. "Growl"! ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Jul 3, 2010, 11:32 am

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Troy Balls covers his face with his hands as he swerves and stumbles backwards. He is sure he can hear his pain as well as feel it. Troy's left shoulder finally crashes into a hard surface, he turns to face it and throws a haymaker into a support column. He clutches his hand, wailing like a wild animal. The blur in his vision begins to fade but he can scarcely handle the burning pain in his torn knuckles. Troy decides it is high time to have a drink and pushes his way over to the bar. ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Jul 4, 2010, 10:23 pm

d0dger an0maly Darkwind Guru Deathrace Mafia Faction Group: Members Posts: 2,492 Joined: Jan 24, 2010 The saloon style doors to Dexter's swung open, and one by one stepped in an0maly's Brute Squad. The first to enter were Wendy Warren and Jennfier Torres, with the feline grace that accompanied their incredible innate speed. They stepped to either side of the door and came to rest on the balls of their feet, ready to spring into a blur of motion in an instant. Next in were a trio with sleeveless shirts that accentuated the sinewy strength of the muscles packed layer after layer in their arms. Henry Miller, Louie Key, and Jose Blackburn pushed a few steps farther in, looking about with menace in their eyes. The captain of the Bunch, John Coats, entered last. This uniquely gifted individual possessed both superhuman strength and speed, but had more then half a brain to boot. John surveyed the scene with cunning eyes, then waved his massive hands in the air, as he bellowed out "Hold on a second! Stop what yer doin! And for Sun's sake, shaddup a minute!!!" After a few more repetitions of his shouting, the bar fell silent and still for a moment, all eyes turned toward the beastly bunch gathered at the door. Once he was sure he had everyone's attention, John continued saying, "Listen up! Yous all got two choices o' wot ta do!." "One," he said, holding up a large claw-tipped finger, "Yous all can settle down, git back in yer seats, and enjoy a round on us." John lowered his finger and jabbed a thumb at his chest. "Or," he said with a leering grin as he surveyed the room, "We can put you back in them seats, our way." At this last statement, the bunch visibly tensed, crouching lower and raising their monstrous hands, prepared for battle. In the brief moment while the crowd considered what had happened, Louie could be heard giggling. Jose was chanting to himself in a low murmur, "please be our way, please be our way." Henry just drooled in anticipation of a good brawl. Wendy licked her pox-ridden lips, winking at the nearest impressionable young man. Jennifer bared her fangs. John only stared at the crowd with his cold hard eyes, awaiting a response to his offer. ......................... vet wv combat1 combatL1 paintladder pvp5 sssc deathrceL1 pvp4 zom race1 semiprocombat deathrce1 raceL1 pvp3 pvp2 ww pvp1 paintball santa2 gwped4,16,10 Posted Jul 6, 2010, 8:46 pm

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Aaaaah! That's some good whiskey Troy Balls thought as he swallowed the last of the grainy swill at the bottom of his glass. He bent down, casually undid the laces of his left shoe as best he could considering the amount of drink in him and patiently waited for the barking voice at the bar entrance to finish its speech. He hurled his shoe at John Coats, striking him squarely in the jaw. ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Jul 6, 2010, 9:00 pm Last edited Jul 6, 2010, 9:24 pm by Groove Champion

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 Olli grins.... It's back on! Fight! He charges into the crowd, punchin' at anything in his way..... Outside Sandri Li drunkenly stubbles home, the window breaks and a body hurtles into the front of a Chomper followed by an engine block. One last splintered grin, and the man falls unconscious. A huge figure stands in the window. Apparently, Olli had found Pinson in his way. ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Jul 7, 2010, 7:25 am

FireFly Anarcho-Pumpkin Privateers Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 5,468 Joined: Mar 3, 2008 Douglas Davis (Psionic) concentrates harder than he ever has before and makes his dexterity, strength and speed several times, unfortunately, as he cannot handle that, the strain makes him go insane and he starts riverdancing at extreme speeds in the chaos, with his hair lit on fire! Seeing this, the only other ganger from the hellriders in somerset is incapacitated from laughter, and unable to fight. ......................... vet wv zom gateautumn deathrceL1 elmsautumn pvp1 pvp2 sssc raceL1 e2g combatL1 santa1 pvp3 gwextrav ww circuit32,18,0 Posted Jul 7, 2010, 7:49 am Last edited Jul 7, 2010, 7:50 am by FireFly

*Bastille* Raging Scavengers Darkwind Guru Evan Reds Faction Group: Marshals + Contributors Posts: 7,513 Joined: Mar 31, 2009 Chester wanders to the bar for a brew, spies Robert 'Tire Iron' Smith rushing away from the main doors and down the veranda holding a package. Never without his rifle, he grabs it by the barrel and ducks away behind the end of the building. As the footsteps reached the edge of the wooden planks Chester swings the rifle catching Smith in the chest and knocking him flat on his back. With a blow to the back of the head giving him a concussion and knocking over a metal bucket that gleamed in the sunlight, Chester could easily pick up the package and continue to his afternoon ale. "Cool! Crayons! Howard would love these, he kept going on about how bloody awful his ones were." ......................... marshal vet wv pvp4 zom cont pvp32,12,1 Posted Aug 14, 2010, 10:48 pm

Groove Champion The Groove Champions Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4,813 Joined: Sep 16, 2008 Robert 'Tire Iron' Smith pulls himself up but groans as the world around him seems to lurch violently to the side. His face slams down into the floor again. He decides this is a great time for a nap. Just a short one... it can't hurt. - - - - - - - - Smith inhales sharply as he regains consciousness. He promptly coughs out the fly he has just swallowed and sits up. He can't remember why he was on the ground in the first place, he doesn't know why everyone is fighting around him or why he suddenly thinks his favorite color is burnt toast. He rises to his feet, pushing an adjacent table several feet to one side as he struggles to right the dangerous tendency to lean left he seems to have developed. This stupid bar is far too noisy, he thinks and decides to make an example of the crusty looking man in a headlock that is closest to him. He grabs a chair, aims it as carefully as he can and breaks it squarely on Troy Balls' back. ......................... vet combatL1 wv cont0,5,0 Posted Aug 15, 2010, 5:09 am

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