darkSpyro

I think we can all agree that aside from video games and movies, this year has been pretty ***** so far.

So here is a nice place to vent and relax.

Talk about your feelings, relax, chat with friends, do what you want.

And maybe by a drink or two.

Just request anything you want, and I'll serve ya

A cup of water. Virgin, please, since I have to drive my buddy home tonight.

Quote: AestheticDragon

A cup of water. Virgin, please, since I have to drive my buddy home tonight.

Sounds good

*hands you water*

Sierra Mist please!

if someone bumps the ****ing bar i swear the all that is heck

Quote: HeyitsHotDog

Sierra Mist please!

Sure, coming right up

Quote: Lunarz

if someone bumps the ****ing bar i swear the all that is heck

Yeah, well such is life

"Yo, bartender! Slide me a glass of your finest root beer! Frosted mug, little umbrella."

I say, tipping my hat as I sit down on the faded barstool.

"I'm Vespi. I'm the private eye around here. I bet you all are wondering how a gal like me ended up in this joint. Well it all started when a girl walked in, legs up to here. I knew what she wanted, and if you're interested, I'll let you all in on my story."

Quote: Vespi

"Yo, bartender! Slide me a glass of your finest root beer! Frosted mug, little umbrella."

I say, tipping my hat as I sit down on the faded barstool.

"I'm Vespi. I'm the private eye around here. I bet you all are wondering how a gal like me ended up in this joint. Well it all started when a girl walked in, legs up to here. I knew what she wanted, and if you're interested, I'll let you all in on my story."

Sure thing,

*rushes around quickly*

There you go

Quote: Vespi

"Yo, bartender! Slide me a glass of your finest root beer! Frosted mug, little umbrella."

I say, tipping my hat as I sit down on the faded barstool.

"I'm Vespi. I'm the private eye around here. I bet you all are wondering how a gal like me ended up in this joint. Well it all started when a girl walked in, legs up to here. I knew what she wanted, and if you're interested, I'll let you all in on my story."

TELL US!

I take a sip of my root beer and slam the mug back on the table. Damn, that tasted good.

"It all started back in the war. I was a Private, Second Class, serving my country. The war to end all wars, they called it. That's where I learned my resolve and my quick wit. Anyways, this dame walked in, little red dress and fishnet tights. Looked kinda sultry if ya' ask me, but I'm not a woman to judge like that. All she said was one word.

'Microphone.'

I knew her situation right then and there. She was bugged.

'Listen up Private Vespi, I'll make this quick. It's TheFlyingSeal. She wants to talk. Alone on the docks, tomorrow night at 11 sharp. Don't be late, tiger.'

Seal? My old war buddy? What could she need after all these decades without contact? Whatever it was, it must've been dire. So I did what the shady lady told me and found Seal waiting there by the docks, nervously taking a puff of her cigarette.

'You want some?' She asked. 'It might take the edge off.'

'You know how I feel about those damn things. Makes me sick.' I replied. The stench of the smoke nearly made me gag.

'Arceustheprime was murdered last night. And Spyrobaro before that.' She took another puff. 'And even Dragon Allen.'

'D-dragon Allen?' I stuttered. The corrupt streets of DarkSpyro City were cold at this time of night. Quiet too. 'But he had a wife. And kids. Is someone-'

Seal interrupted.

'Yeah. Someone's picking off our platoon.'

I sat there in shock. Arceus? Baro? Dragon Allen? All gone? CAV and Samius would be okay in their jobs at the CIA, but Seal and I? This was different. I was a PI, but a damn good one. Seal lived out West, working a ranch with her cowboy of a boyfriend. If she wasn't safe out West, she'd be even less safe here.

Out of nowhere, a red dot appeared on my chest. A sniper?

'GET DOWN!' Seal yelled, tackling me to the ground. It was only then I saw the flash.

'Seal! Are you okay?' I yelled, worried about the safety of my friend. She winced.

'Yeah... bastard got me in the arm, but I'll be alright.'

'The shot probably came from the top of that parking garage! I'll run and check it out!' I said, gently resting Seal against one of the lampposts. I ran as fast as I can, up each step until I ended up at the structure, but it was barren. How could the shooter have gotten away so quick? I looked around for any clues, and found only two things: a .308 shell, and a punchcard for the Zen Cafe, 42069 Ripto Street, DarkSpyro City, with four of the ten holes punched with a little dragon holepuncher. Someone isn't getting their free sandwich, huh?

So, I called an ambulance to get Seal some help, and hightailed it over here."

I pull my trusty revolver out from under my coat and pull the hammer, but gently set it within reach. I'm tired, and I just want to enjoy my root beer.

"I'm here because one of you is a killer."

Quote: Vespi

I take a sip of my root beer and slam the mug back on the table. Damn, that tasted good.

"It all started back in the war. I was a Private, Second Class, serving my country. The war to end all wars, they called it. That's where I learned my resolve and my quick wit. Anyways, this dame walked in, little red dress and fishnet tights. Looked kinda sultry if ya' ask me, but I'm not a woman to judge like that. All she said was one word.

'Microphone.'

I knew her situation right then and there. She was bugged.

'Listen up Private Vespi, I'll make this quick. It's TheFlyingSeal. She wants to talk. Alone on the docks, tomorrow night at 11 sharp. Don't be late, tiger.'

Seal? My old war buddy? What could she need after all these decades without contact? Whatever it was, it must've been dire. So I did what the shady lady told me and found Seal waiting there by the docks, nervously taking a puff of her cigarette.

'You want some?' She asked. 'It might take the edge off.'

'You know how I feel about those damn things. Makes me sick.' I replied. The stench of the smoke nearly made me gag.

'Arceustheprime was murdered last night. And Spyrobaro before that.' She took another puff. 'And even Dragon Allen.'

'D-dragon Allen?' I stuttered. The corrupt streets of DarkSpyro City were cold at this time of night. Quiet too. 'But he had a wife. And kids. Is someone-'

Seal interrupted.

'Yeah. Someone's picking off our platoon.'

I sat there in shock. Arceus? Baro? Dragon Allen? All gone? CAV and Samius would be okay in their jobs at the CIA, but Seal and I? This was different. I was a PI, but a damn good one. Seal lived out West, working a ranch with her cowboy of a boyfriend. If she wasn't safe out West, she'd be even less safe here.

Out of nowhere, a red dot appeared on my chest. A sniper?

'GET DOWN!' Seal yelled, tackling me to the ground. It was only then I saw the flash.

'Seal! Are you okay?' I yelled, worried about the safety of my friend. She winced.

'Yeah... bastard got me in the arm, but I'll be alright.'

'The shot probably came from the top of that parking garage! I'll run and check it out!' I said, gently resting Seal against one of the lampposts. I ran as fast as I can, up each step until I ended up at the structure, but it was barren. How could the shooter have gotten away so quick? I looked around for any clues, and found only two things: a .308 shell, and a punchcard for the Zen Cafe, 42069 Ripto Street, DarkSpyro City, with four of the ten holes punched with a little dragon holepuncher. Someone isn't getting their free sandwich, huh?

So, I called an ambulance to get Seal some help, and hightailed it over here."

I pull my trusty revolver out from under my coat and pull the hammer, but gently set it within reach. I'm tired, and I just want to enjoy my root beer.

"I'm here because one of you is a killer."

this is amazing, please tell more, i'll pay you... in cookies!

Quote: Vespi

I take a sip of my root beer and slam the mug back on the table. Damn, that tasted good.

"It all started back in the war. I was a Private, Second Class, serving my country. The war to end all wars, they called it. That's where I learned my resolve and my quick wit. Anyways, this dame walked in, little red dress and fishnet tights. Looked kinda sultry if ya' ask me, but I'm not a woman to judge like that. All she said was one word.

'Microphone.'

I knew her situation right then and there. She was bugged.

'Listen up Private Vespi, I'll make this quick. It's TheFlyingSeal. She wants to talk. Alone on the docks, tomorrow night at 11 sharp. Don't be late, tiger.'

Seal? My old war buddy? What could she need after all these decades without contact? Whatever it was, it must've been dire. So I did what the shady lady told me and found Seal waiting there by the docks, nervously taking a puff of her cigarette.

'You want some?' She asked. 'It might take the edge off.'

'You know how I feel about those damn things. Makes me sick.' I replied. The stench of the smoke nearly made me gag.

'Arceustheprime was murdered last night. And Spyrobaro before that.' She took another puff. 'And even Dragon Allen.'

'D-dragon Allen?' I stuttered. The corrupt streets of DarkSpyro City were cold at this time of night. Quiet too. 'But he had a wife. And kids. Is someone-'

Seal interrupted.

'Yeah. Someone's picking off our platoon.'

I sat there in shock. Arceus? Baro? Dragon Allen? All gone? CAV and Samius would be okay in their jobs at the CIA, but Seal and I? This was different. I was a PI, but a damn good one. Seal lived out West, working a ranch with her cowboy of a boyfriend. If she wasn't safe out West, she'd be even less safe here.

Out of nowhere, a red dot appeared on my chest. A sniper?

'GET DOWN!' Seal yelled, tackling me to the ground. It was only then I saw the flash.

'Seal! Are you okay?' I yelled, worried about the safety of my friend. She winced.

'Yeah... bastard got me in the arm, but I'll be alright.'

'The shot probably came from the top of that parking garage! I'll run and check it out!' I said, gently resting Seal against one of the lampposts. I ran as fast as I can, up each step until I ended up at the structure, but it was barren. How could the shooter have gotten away so quick? I looked around for any clues, and found only two things: a .308 shell, and a punchcard for the Zen Cafe, 42069 Ripto Street, DarkSpyro City, with four of the ten holes punched with a little dragon holepuncher. Someone isn't getting their free sandwich, huh?

So, I called an ambulance to get Seal some help, and hightailed it over here."

I pull my trusty revolver out from under my coat and pull the hammer, but gently set it within reach. I'm tired, and I just want to enjoy my root beer.

"I'm here because one of you is a killer."

Hmmm, sounds shifty

I'd like to note that everyone is given a punchcard for a free sandwich everytime, sooooo

Hold on! You were lead HERE?


Ohoho boy!

This gonna continue?

So, out current suspects are,

Myself, HIHD, LindseyWedsnday, Lunarz and Athestic Dragon


My only thought is, why would they come after your platoon? Did you have any known enemies?

Also, would you like another root beer?

*Walks in*

HEY WHAT'S UP GUYS I'LL TAKE AN UNSWEETENED ICE TEA

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*Walks in*

HEY WHAT'S UP GUYS I'LL TAKE AN UNSWEETENED ICE TEA

Sure

*rushes around*

here you go

THANK YOU

NOW WHAT ARE WE TALKIN' ABOUT FELLAS

From the shores blare horns, a familiar sound. The ships have returned with plunder and powerful artefacts, soldiers and broken slaves. They moor themselves at the dock and leap from their longboats and galleons with haste, eager to drink their fill after a long and bloody conquest. The Harbour of Twilight tested them, and they prevailed. Others had not. They are in the embrace of the Dragon Prince now. Yomping from his ship, "The Cloven March", the Herald of the Amethyst Drake eyes his prize: the Zen Café. The keg under his arm is in dire need of refilling, as is his rotund belly. Opening the door to the revelry and cheer, he wades over like a fat shadow, and places his keg lightly on the bar.

"I'll have a pint of Coca-Cola, in a half pint glass to start please. And fill the keg with the good stuff!"

He bellows with his thunderous voice. It is no match for the cheer of fellow warriors and wise folk in the town of Dark Spyro, all too happy to have a new social gathering to attend too. He mused on how the other bars had ventured onto different paths. Perhaps this one would do so too. The bar stool creaks under his weight, and loosening his weapon - his Kontro'lar, placing it on the ground does not help. It may not be too long before it breaks. A drink would surely cause the stool to burst in an explosion of splinters....

Quote: Johnbonne

From the shores blare horns, a familiar sound. The ships have returned with plunder and powerful artefacts, soldiers and broken slaves. They moor themselves at the dock and leap from their longboats and galleons with haste, eager to drink their fill after a long and bloody conquest. The Harbour of Twilight tested them, and they prevailed. Others had not. They are in the embrace of the Dragon Prince now. Yomping from his ship, "The Cloven March", the Herald of the Amethyst Drake eyes his prize: the Zen Café. The keg under his arm is in dire need of refilling, as is his rotund belly. Opening the door to the revelry and cheer, he wades over like a fat shadow, and places his keg lightly on the bar.

"I'll have a pint of Coca-Cola, in a half pint glass to start please. And fill the keg with the good stuff!"

He bellows with his thunderous voice. It is no match for the cheer of fellow warriors and wise folk in the town of Dark Spyro, all too happy to have a new social gathering to attend too. He mused on how the other bars had ventured onto different paths. Perhaps this one would do so too. The bar stool creaks under his weight, and loosening his weapon - his Kontro'lar, placing it on the ground does not help. It may not be too long before it breaks. A drink would surely cause the stool to burst in an explosion of splinters....

Understood my good sir

*Rushes around*

There ye go

The half-man, half-dwarf.... thing that sits before the bartender looks at the glass, a tad befuddled, but is quick to smirk. His smirk becomes a grin,
his grin a maw of crooked, yellow teeth bellowing laughter!

"You pull a fine pint, King-Pen!"

He gulps it down with glee, the fizz of freshly produced Coca-Cola bubbling from his gullet to his gut. He slams down the glass tankard, impressed,
and slams coin down on the counter. Amongst the splash of gold is a gem, one of many trophies raided from the recent battle. Soon he shall have the Sons of Gnasty's heads hanging from his hips, and not a sack full of shiny rocks

"I don't think the vault's'll care if a wee gem goes missing, aye?"

He punctuates the end of his sentence with a belch, causing the bar stool to strain more. It groans under his weight, standing horizontally more than it does vertically. He throws an arm over his keg as though it were a good friend, and in a sense, it was. A mode of transportation, a weapon and a boon to his troops, the barrel saw him through the thickest of battles and bloodshed. And now it was full. Full of Coca-Cola. He threw off a sack filled with lemons and ice, taken from a detour to the Flight of Ice, taking burden from his shoulders, back and the bar stool. He paid no mind to the others as he opened his great oaken cask, and plopped in the huge chunks of lemon and ice methodically.

"So, how are ye?"

He asks, without looking at anyone in particular. He stirs his great keg with immense concentration and strength, as though he doesn't care about the response. But perhaps he does. There's only one way to find out.

(If you introduce me, if this is like, WoW esqe story featuring us, make me Half Human Half Dragon plz)

Quote: HeyitsHotDog

(If you introduce me, if this is like, WoW esqe story featuring us, make me Half Human Half Dragon plz)

I'm guessing this is whatever you want it to be. It is S&N after all!

Quote: HeyitsHotDog

Hold on! You were lead HERE?


Ohoho boy!

I take another sip of my root beer and fiddle with the rim of the glass.
"Yep. This place is my only clue." I say.

Quote: King-Pen Krazy

So, out current suspects are,

Myself, HIHD, LindseyWedsnday, Lunarz and Athestic Dragon


My only thought is, why would they come after your platoon? Did you have any known enemies?

Also, would you like another root beer?

"It was a long campaign, but we fought off that red menace. I doubt they'd be coming here... unless one of you is a double agent."

Quote: Johnbonne

The half-man, half-dwarf.... thing that sits before the bartender looks at the glass, a tad befuddled, but is quick to smirk. His smirk becomes a grin,
his grin a maw of crooked, yellow teeth bellowing laughter!

"You pull a fine pint, King-Pen!"

He gulps it down with glee, the fizz of freshly produced Coca-Cola bubbling from his gullet to his gut. He slams down the glass tankard, impressed,
and slams coin down on the counter. Amongst the splash of gold is a gem, one of many trophies raided from the recent battle. Soon he shall have the Sons of Gnasty's heads hanging from his hips, and not a sack full of shiny rocks

"I don't think the vault's'll care if a wee gem goes missing, aye?"

He punctuates the end of his sentence with a belch, causing the bar stool to strain more. It groans under his weight, standing horizontally more than it does vertically. He throws an arm over his keg as though it were a good friend, and in a sense, it was. A mode of transportation, a weapon and a boon to his troops, the barrel saw him through the thickest of battles and bloodshed. And now it was full. Full of Coca-Cola. He threw off a sack filled with lemons and ice, taken from a detour to the Flight of Ice, taking burden from his shoulders, back and the bar stool. He paid no mind to the others as he opened his great oaken cask, and plopped in the huge chunks of lemon and ice methodically.

"So, how are ye?"

He asks, without looking at anyone in particular. He stirs his great keg with immense concentration and strength, as though he doesn't care about the response. But perhaps he does. There's only one way to find out.

"My friends are getting picked off, dwarf. How do you think I feel?"

If you need any help, I'm your guy!

*walks in*

i'll have a pepsi, no ice

HUH, A MURDER, EH?

WHY CONCERN YOURSELF WITH ALL THAT?! AIN'T NO USE WORRYING ABOUT THINGS YOU CAN'T CHANGE, AM I RIGHT?

Quote: Dark Thumper

*walks in*

i'll have a pepsi, no ice

Sure

*runs around*

Here you go

Water and few small scones and some butter, please. By the way, what's the Wi-Fi password for here?

Quote: StevemacQ

Water and few small scones and some butter, please. By the way, what's the Wi-Fi password for here?

Sure

*rushes around*

Here you go

Also, the password is Zen with a capital Z

Quote: King-Pen Krazy

Quote: StevemacQ

Water and few small scones and some butter, please. By the way, what's the Wi-Fi password for here?

Sure

*rushes around*

Here you go

Also, the password is Zen with a capital Z

Thank you.

(Goes down to a table by the window and starts listening a podcast clip on YouTube from phone, patiently waiting for order.)

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"My friends are getting picked off, dwarf. How do you think I feel?"

"Hmph! Manlings, can't go anywhere without making enemies, can ye?"

He signals for another refill, almost dropping the heavy stirring stick in his seemingly bottomless keg. The aroma of lemon is a lot more pleasant now it's out of a grimy bag and into a chilly keg

"If you thought your search for killers was hard when you came in, it's only gonna be made 'arder now."

He gestures to the door, the singing and cheer from the recently returned soldiers becoming more crisp as they slam the door open and take their seats. They were so eager to see the new Zen Café that they hadn't even showered after their bloody battle at Twilight Harbour, or store away their machine-gun and grenade trophies.

"But tell me, what kinda killer are ye lookin' for? You can cross us off the list if they don't swing Kontro'lars around and crump green, stunted oafs in!"

He cackles, reminiscing about one particular moment where his Kontro'lar got lodged in the eye of of a grenadier in a leopard-skin dress of sorts.
"And they say wireless is the future", he yelled to his men and women, but they'd recently been blown to smithereens by a grenade. His smile slowly vanished. He put his mind to his keg, taking a ladle to it and sipping it like it were a broth. His grin returns.

"Mayhap I can help ye find ye man, or wee lassie?"

He tries to look imposing, but his heart is as full of honour as his keg is full of Coca-Cola. He cannot help but be warm.

Quote: Johnbonne

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"My friends are getting picked off, dwarf. How do you think I feel?"

"Hmph! Manlings, can't go anywhere without making enemies, can ye?"

He signals for another refill, almost dropping the heavy stirring stick in his seemingly bottomless keg. The aroma of lemon is a lot more pleasant now it's out of a grimy bag and into a chilly keg

"If you thought your search for killers was hard when you came in, it's only gonna be made 'arder now."

He gestures to the door, the singing and cheer from the recently returned soldiers becoming more crisp as they slam the door open and take their seats. They were so eager to see the new Zen Café that they hadn't even showered after their bloody battle at Twilight Harbour, or store away their machine-gun and grenade trophies.

"But tell me, what kinda killer are ye lookin' for? You can cross us off the list if they don't swing Kontro'lars around and crump green, stunted oafs in!"

He cackles, reminiscing about one particular moment where his Kontro'lar got lodged in the eye of of a grenadier in a leopard-skin dress of sorts.
"And they say wireless is the future", he yelled to his men and women, but they'd recently been blown to smithereens by a grenade. His smile slowly vanished. He put his mind to his keg, taking a ladle to it and sipping it like it were a broth. His grin returns.

"Mayhap I can help ye find ye man, or wee lassie?"

He tries to look imposing, but his heart is as full of honour as his keg is full of Coca-Cola. He cannot help but be warm.

Alright then

*rushes around*

There's your refill

Quote: King-Pen Krazy

Quote:

Johnbonne~snip~

Alright then

*rushes around*

There's your refill

"Ta muchly!"

The Dorf-Man reaches into his heavy coinpurse and produces more coin, a rubber band and some fluff, this time sipping on his drink.

"And what fine foods are available today? Is there a house special?"

Quote: Johnbonne

Quote: King-Pen Krazy

Quote:

Johnbonne~snip~

Alright then

*rushes around*

There's your refill

"Ta muchly!"

The Dorf-Man reaches into his heavy coinpurse and produces more coin, a rubber band and some fluff, this time sipping on his drink.

"And what fine foods are available today? Is there a house special?"

Whatever you feel like

Quote: King-Pen Krazy[/quote

[quote=]Whatever you feel like

"Then I shall have your greasiest, smelliest donner kebab! And enough chips to feed everyone in this hall! Oh, and a 12" garlic bread, twice. Also, do keep the drinks coming. These things cause me great dehydration, and not even the sacred waters of the Mystic Marsh could quench such a thirst! And fear not the cost; I have several boats groaning at the weight of my treasure haul! You shall be well paid, for the Drake smiles this day!"

The Dorf-Man is visibly drooling. He notices, then wipes his gob of spittle so not to pollute his precious keg. He stops stirring and closes the cask with its great wooden lid through its extensive locking mechanism.

Quote: Johnbonne

[quote=King-Pen Krazy

Quote:

Whatever you feel like

"Then I shall have your greasiest, smelliest donner kebab! And enough chips to feed everyone in this hall! Oh, and a 12" garlic bread, twice. Also, do keep the drinks coming. These things cause me great dehydration, and not even the sacred waters of the Mystic Marsh could quench such a thirst! And fear not the cost; I have several boats groaning at the weight of my treasure haul! You shall be well paid, for the Drake smiles this day!"

The Dorf-Man is visibly drooling. He notices, then wipes his gob of spittle so not to pollute his precious keg. He stops stirring and closes the cask with its great wooden lid through its extensive locking mechanism.[/quote]


Alright, this may take a while

*rushes around*