So here I was at the bar again, doing my thing. I served a few drams to nearby geript and Damdred, both of whom were regulars at my place.
I heard some loud stomping and saw police marching in. I immediately dropped what I was doing and rushed straight to them. I managed to catch them dragging one of my customers out.
The lead officer approached me and handed me a piece of paper.
"What is this all about?"
"Are you the owner of this place? If you are not in trouble, just that one of your customers was and we have tracked him down."
"Well yes, yes I am."
Palmar, a regular (Town Vanilla), was arrested.
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The sun was gorgeous as I strolled along the river. I was on a week in Germany and I was doing what I could to enjoy the weather. In the park, I saw a man drinking beer. It was someone I recognised almost instantly.
"Ah, guten Tag, Lucien! Wie geht's? Was machst du gerade?"
Lucien, however, appeared to be out of hearing range. As I walked up to him, I noticed he was looking to handle one of the many massive ducks near the pond. It was then I realised he'd drank too much beer.
"Lucien! Hast du zu viel Bier getrunken? Warum?"
He turned around. "Keine Problem. Es geht, alles gut." Except he didn't sound too convincing that all was right, I looked him squarely in the eye and he was just a bit intoxicated. And in that moment I had to take a phone call.
There was one duck in particular he was eyeing. Completely still, not a care in the world, completely oblivious to the smell of beer and the invasion of space.
Or was it?
Lucien picked up the duck just as I hung up.
"Achtung! Diese Enten sind grueslig!" I tried to warn him. No really, the ducks were so massive, they may as well have been mutant ducks, and he was beyond insane to even try picking one up.
"Sie sind sehr groß and DU BIST WAHNSINNIG!!!!!"
The duck looked at him squarely before squawking uncontrollably, but clearly he didn't care. He tried to grasp it to calm him down but the move backfired as more ducks on the river descended onto him and - seemingly out of nowhere - started attacking him.
He started to scream, running in circles but the ducks were relentless, jabbing everywhere his body; finally realising half his hair was gone, he screamed a slew of expletives.
"SCHEISS ENTEN!!!! Schmor in der Hölle!!!"
"WAHNSINNIG!" I yelled as the ducks started chasing me. "WARUM!?!?!??" Lucien was not only drunk, he was crazy, and I couldn't even look back as I bailed.
A few metres away a few children started making fun of us relentlessly.
"VOLLIDIOTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!" they jeered.
beentheredonethat (Mafia Vanilla) was picked apart by killer ducks.
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Hearing all the horror stories at whisky bars worldwide, disformation opted instead to stay at home and play some Heroes of the Storm over a glass of whisky.
Lately he had been extraordinarily lucky with his hero drops - he had scored newly released Malthael which normally cost players currently a scorching 15k gold to buy. Enthused about the hero he immediately started playing the hero for several hours ongoing with his buddies until he Malthealed himself out.
He went to bed fairly tipsy and tired from hours of gaming.
Out of nowhere he woke up with a searing pain in his body. He woke up not in his bed, but in the middle of the ground.
And worst of all, he was face to face......with Malthael himself.
Malthael lunged down at him, slashing him once more. disformation looked everywhere for anything he could throw at the archangel of death but he was nowhere near home; all he saw around him were a bunch of sky temples and creeps marching on past him. He saw an impression on his skin that looked like a reaper's mark but he wasn't fully sure. It was hideous.
Terrified disformation began to run away from Malthael but the spirit started to suck the soul and life out of him.
Facing the opposite way, he headed for freedom....until Malthael teleported through him.
Gasping, disformation ran in yet the opposite direction, he kept running and running, wondering where he could go to safety. Malthael still teleported through him again.
Finally, Malthael started to laugh as disformation managed to find a staff a creep had dropped. He let low a large black shadow hover above disformation.
It was Malthael's last rites, and disformation screamed as the shadow slashed him to death, the archangel laughing evilly.
disformation, the Heroes fanatic (Town Vanilla), was destroyed by the Reaper of Souls!
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Tired of feeling lost, tired of letting go. Tear the whole world down, tear the whole world down. Tired of wasting breath, tired of nothing left. Tear the whole world down, tear the whole world down. Failure.
Rels, (Town Vanilla) has been lynched.
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