Are RPers prepared for Off Topic?

[lilyeti]

They are planning on relocating due to floods of naive new members and they chose the role playing forums as their new home. They will fill this peaceful forum with flames and trolls. The question is, Where will you guys go?

[Fluffington]

Fluffington walks into the tavern and hears what looks like an ugly old man shouting. The man must have drank more then his fair share of alcohol and rat poison because he seemed to be shouting nonsense.

Fluffington begins to question the old fool, "What is this about, a plot, assassination or adventure?". After more nonsense Fluffington cast magic missile.

[Slypieguy]

A guy walks into a bar. His alcoholism is destroying his family.

[lilyeti]

Fluffington walks into the tavern and hears what looks like an ugly old man shouting. The man must have drank more then his fair share of alcohol and rat poison because he seemed to be shouting nonsense.

Fluffington begins to question the old fool, "What is this about, a plot, assassination or adventure?". After more nonsense Fluffington cast magic missile.

The old man was really chanting a bardic spell in mahirimish. He summoned a great fireball that consumed Fluffington in crappy 2d flames. Fluffington must have been drinking because he was instantly lit on firedfrom the indside out.

[BlackVolgan]

blackvolgan draws his sword as he enters the tavern...

[lilyeti]

blackvolgan draws his sword as he enters the tavern...

Though he stumbles as his foot bumps agianst Fluffingtons charred remains. He swears and continues his approache to the strange smelling old man.

[Weeking]

A wee soaked beggar with a paper crown on his noggin enters; and drunkenly makes for the South-Eastern corner of the room. As he is about to sit down at the table, his right hand reaches for his pocket. What is he doing? His hand keeps jerking back and forth like some thing is stuck there.

Before long he releases his magic wand from his clothes and holds it proudly for all to see.

"Hoc est corpus. Illumnus leviatus"; he stutters as he clenches his wand, stiffly pointing towards the chandelier. The atmosphere is static charged. You could hear a pin drop. Time seems to freeze with anticipation.

A light erupts from the end of the rod. It rises, ever so slowly, upwards until. Until. Til it reaches the ceiling. A glorious splashing sound thunders through the room and reverberates in a reverent echo back and forth. It lasts shorter than a second, but it feels like an eternity; as it is truly worthy of awe. Yes, the spark glides, nay, dribbles towards the center and actually enters the chandelier before, before growing and growing in size and intensity of light until finally filling not only it, but the entire room, and hear yee this, the very souls of the tavern goers with light.

[Hackapell]

Don't troll the RP boards. This place is like a nature preserve.