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    I’ve yet to encounter any dumb ideas in this neck of the woods, Mo, and I appreciate the endless drinks! Lord I’ll need them, for who knows when another drink shall come my way, what with all these damn hurricanes showing up off the coast (No not that thing your grandpa uses to get around!)

    Everyone around here is going crazy getting water, food and gas, and not so much as a single drop of water has fallen yet! Now imagine how it’ll be like when the bloody things finally make landfall…


    @urbzz @vipility @ReinFrenchments @lance

    The Inn Keeper sits on the front porch with his back against a post, a mug in one hand and what appeared to be(from this distance) a burning twig held between his fingers in the other, with one leg sprawled out across the decking and a look of contentment on his face, watching the group of men arguing in the distance. The Guvner’ lead the group, moving back and forth among the trees followed closely and attended to by a native carrying a book in which they were constantly scribbling, and a boombox strapped to their back with lounge music drifting forth.
    He was followed by few men, two of whom appeared to be arguing over whether or not they were walking Though the trees or in fact Around and under them. Over-hearing them, Mo chuckled and mutterers softly.. “And I thought I was fucked up…” ..and with a shake of his head first takes a toke from the twig that leaves him with flavors rolling around his mouth and sinuses that are reminiscent of the morning dew collected from the pine trees.



    Suddenly I must go….


    “Have you seen chestnut trees?!”
    Time to meme the sh*t out of that line…


    Thanks guys for the kind words. It has been an “interesting” two weeks so I really appreciate the support 🙂
    Btw, I still don’t understand the chestnut tree thing…


    ..dew collected from the pine trees.
    He fills his lungs with the crisp clean air, and lays his head back against the post and closes his eyes while sending smoke rings sailing away into the morning air over the forest. Having cleared his lungs of the twigs magic, he raises the mug to his mouth and drains it’s contents in one fell swoop before lowering it leaving a residue of foam lathered in his whiskers that lightly accentuates the smile placed there. is good here. A place where one may get gratification from what he does with his own hands, whether it’s surviving or helping friends conquer their own insurmountable situations. A place that kept you strong or killed you trying. Somewhere a man could pursue his dreams or run from his nightmares, or even create new ones…

    . Awakening with a start, Mo realizes he has fallen asleep and time has continued it’s journey without him. The morning sun, once blinding in it’s brilliance, now strains to cast it’s light through the trees, the shadows crawling towards the porch threatening to engulf him.
    Everyone is gone and the music that once graced the clearing is now only echoes in the corridors of his mind.
    . Rising, he steps into the tavern and begins his evening ritual.


    What an adventure That was. One minute I was watching Urbzz code, then RL struck and when I returned, I walked into a empty room. :p ..sometimes life Sucks.

    Let me address what I can, While I can..,


    The Pic
    We were/are talking about MnB3 which has a..(wait for it)… fucking bug. 🙂 Couldn’t resist.
    The Distance Traveled and Correct Usage
    You mentioned traveling a certain distance and referred to it as “6 Legs”-{google images had the bugs..Ba-Dum-Deesh}- and I found that frustrating as I had brought the subject up before, with no response.
    My suggestion had been that since going from one set of stars at the bottom of the screen, past the other set of stars at the top of the screen was counted as One-Days-Progress, we could refer to it as a Map.
    When I line up the Top of my screen to the Bottom of my screen, then move up till the “Old Top” becomes the “New Bottom”, I found I moved the screen 8 times. Further examination showed that going 8 kilometers by foot was in the realm of 3 hours of steady walking, but since we’re not just steady walking(figured fighting 2/3 of the time), we’re figured we’re dealing with more like 7-9 hours.
    Now Daylight’s a factor..,
    Sooo, each screen/Map was made of 8 kilometers.(or Klicks) :/ ..legs…
    You did say you were inebriated, maybe you had Girlies on your mind. ..6 legs implies… 😮 You lucky dog!!!! 🙂

    Well, as usual, RL has become a factor and I must disappear.

    ***Mo adds another log to the now roaring fire and steps back to take in the view***


    Well for one thing the termination “a leg” or “Legs” to count how many game fields have been cleared in a single run ( playing a game without “halting”)in MNB3 originally came from urbzz to I simply took that as is.

    Sadly I am fairly ill and not to hot in the head right now to make “nice” posts here but I can give you this.


    . Mo turns and regards the ‘Recruitment‘ poster @Lance is nailing to the wall “Hell of a way to get rid of gophers too.” he comments with a chuckle.
    He half-turns and picks up a steaming cup of tea, then turns back around and offers it to Lance.

    Herbals are always a good option, and this here is a concoction me grand-ma-ma used to brew up when I was a feeling off..,” with a roll of his eyes he adds “Course that’s most of the time, but that’s neither here nor there. Just trying to help out, hoping ya get better.”

    Then with a twinkle in his eye adds “Then maybe we’ll get better Bloody Sunday Posters.”

    • This reply was modified 4 years, 2 months ago by Mo-Tah.

    Sorry to disapoint in the B.S. post. Feever got the worst of me..
    Tee is my friend right now so thanks Mo. Must have drunk a ton of them in the last days.
    Weirdly they still taste good. Hopefully not forever though cause I miss me beer. 🙁


    Oh now don’t be getting all serious like on me….” Mo says with a chuckle and friendly thumping on Lance’s back
    ..all of yer posts are enjoyed my friend.., and I’m betting there’s not a soul that’d say otherwise…” he adds as he sweeps his eyes about the room, daring someone to disagree.

    “Well I see there’s another soul interested in LW out in the woods. Goes by the name @Hood if’n I remember right.”
    Mo raises his glass high
    Cheers & welcome sir Hood!”
    then drains the glass


    The old sea captain reappears in the door frame of the old bar, his poncho and bucket hat drenched in water.

    “I suppose the seas can only remain fair for so long, eh?” he says as he takes off his hat and approaches the bar, trying and failing not to track in water on his way to the bar stool. “A hearty gin if you have one, barkeep. Maybe a nice warm meal too. Surprise me.”


    That old hag Irma thought she would get the best of me, but she had another thing coming! Power was out at my place for about 4 and a half days, of which we spent a day at a hotel because as it turns out most buildings aren’t designed to not have AC, and we weren’t about to make headlines being found comatose of heat exhaustion. It’s nice to see everyone has been keeping busy around here, and I hope all my other Florida mates have power at their places too. Much luck and love to anyone living in the Keys, because things are real rough down there from what I’ve seen.

    In any case, I’m glad to be back even if I have a lot of work to make up these days.


    Not much heat around here at all this summer. Worst is that it already feels like fall has fully kicked in since the past 3 weeks and that in late summer or is it all due to the climate change.. . . aaww no matter cause I am still ill a bit.

    “What a wet floor we have”
    said Lance. “Perfect!. . Now I can thoroughly mop the place.” he exclaims with a smile.
    “Feels like our favorite old adventure game will soon breeze through here in a brand new outfit and we all want to make its reappearance as shiny as possible.” 😉

    With a turn on his heals and a swift run past the bar and through the kitchen Lance glides back to where his friend seats shouting softly “A hearty gin for thee Tyrud and today’s special chow. Oven roasted pork roll slices in hardy gravy with pickles and fresh bread on the side.” *I seriously made that for today’s home meal.


    Ah yes“, Mo exclaims with a smile “soon we’ll be enjoying suffering in the deep woods. Running for our lives from savage men with the gleam of gold in their eyes.”

    A frown creases his brow as his words sink in, and picking up his drink he mutters “Damned if I know why I sound so happy…” before he downs it.
    Setting the mug back on the table he mumbles “..fucking Stockholm Syndrome…”

    Turning around in his chair, he glances about the place nodding in appreciation of Lance’s efforts at tiding up, then turns back around and with a smile at the corner of his mouth & a gleam in his eye announces “Ya missed a spot Lance.”


    I look forward to playing this new version of LW.., 🙂 ..and comically enough wouldn’t be surprised if sometime in the next few/several years we’re ALL playing it for Reals.

    As far as weather goes, Fall is definitely settling in and making itself comfortable, and you can ‘Hear’ Winters foot-steps coming down the hallway if you listen close enough.
    Disaster wise, no Earthquakes, Hurricanes or Tsunamis.., 🙁 ..yet. They say California is Overdue for a BIG Earthquake, so maybe I shouldn’t be saying anything, less I tempt fate. O.o ..and I play U.R.B. games.


    Guys, I had a pretty strange encounter with what seemed to be a french guy. He was high off his ass on some kind of a spirit plant.” – Says the giant as he leans through the front door – “He was talking about cannibalism and even how giant insects are invading some kind of a battle in an alternate universe. If someone can decypher it…”.

    Then he proceeds to one of the empty tables and pulls off a pipe while ordering Spaghetti.


    Weather in my country is very… Urby to say the least. One day people die of overheat and the very next day a brutal hail comes down and destroys bunch of stuff. Winter’s the same. It could either be a snowless winter (2014) or storms after storms. The fact that I have to travel 12km a day in a nearly run-down car doesn’t help either. The roads look like they were carpet bombed. Hopefully I would be able to move to the Netherlands next few years (so I get flooded instead -_-).


    As the Vilpity finished talking, the door opened again, and another patron came to the tavern.
    Coming inside, he glanced at others, recognizing some familiar faces, as well as seeing some new ones. You could see him smiling at that sight, if it wasn’t for the gas mask, of course. His usual trenchcoat, while dirty as always, this time had even more signs of intense wear, as well as few small saplings and leaves, still tangled there somewhere.
    With a sigh of relief, he took his usal seat in the corner, put his empty rifle against the wall and dropped a backapck to the seat next to him.
    -“Barman! 2 ciders and a shot of something stronger, please!”
    He was once again among friends and could rest. Relax after a long night, filled with bushes, dying flashilghts, desperate search for ammunition, horrible screams and bad decisions.
    But leaving all that behind him now, he leaned to the nearest person;
    -“It’s been a while since I’ve dropped by. What’s interesting happening now?”

    Hi again everyone. It was indeed a while since I’ve came by here, but the schedule was kinda tight for a last couple of days and I didn’t have anything interesting to talk about.
    Unlike for today…

    So, has anyone else here ever played Airsoft, also known as ASG?
    You, know, dressed up in the most tactical and realistic looking uniform, gear and add-ons, and shooting each other with realistic looking guns, firing a plastic pellets?
    If, not, you should try it. Quite fun, although can eat a fortune when you start investing into it.
    Anyway, I do play. There’s an abandoned shipyard hospital near where I live and some people made an Airsoft shop/service workshop and arena there. 6 floors, full of closed spaces, tight rooms, long corridors and cheeky corners to hide it.
    But that’s not what I want to talk about today;
    You see, some nice forlks from the area organized an outdoor event and made an announcement on the Arena, it’s facebook page and what-not.

    Skiping the boring stuff:
    The event itself was supposed to be LARP set in Zombie Apocalypse, where the players are trying to avoid getting infected, recover the history pieces and survive for as long as possible. Everyone hed a ranged weapon and a meele weapon. The latter, obviously made from foam, as to avoid injuries. Of course, eye protection was a must. After all, you really don’t want to get hit in the eye a 0,25g of plastic flying at 100 m/s (360 fps).
    The players were divided into groups of 2 to 5 people and scattered across the game area. The event took place in a forest, next to unused military airfield, with dense forest, few clearings and some ruined bunkers too. Of course, as soon as the game started, the undead were unleashed and the whole fun begun. “Zombies” were not allowed to run (at least not all), were knocked out after single hit from a gun or a meele weapon (at least most of them) and they could only hurt you if they touched you (well, msot of them at least.).
    Soundes easy, right?
    Well, here’s a catch: Everyone starts without ammunition. It was scattered across the game area and it was up to players to find it, as well as bandages, antidotes and some ripped diary pages or CD discs that may have revealed some story. And trust me, finding a small bag of green pellets, in a forest, at night is not an easy task. Especailly if you want to move quietly as to not draw attention of others. Flashights helped a lot, but you know, at the same time gave away your position to anyone looking in your direction.
    So, you walk in the dark forest, trying to make as little noise as possible, constantly wondering “If I use a flashlight, I’ll see the way and won’t make as much noise. But what if someone see me?” and hoping that you don’t bump into an infected. The visibility was absolutley horrible and you could effectively see things to a 5-10 meters while in forest, and just a bit further when in the open.
    Let me tell you, after this, I have no more remarks about Rangers in Recon not being able to spot a Charlie standing 10 meters from them…

    As you can imagine, adrenaline was kinda high.
    Especially, since nothing stopped other surviviors from shooting you in the back and stealing your ammunition and other game items you had (Personal items, weapon and such were of course left intact.)
    And then, to make matters even funnier, there were mutants.
    Because you see, while the survivors were busy looking for supplies, the zombies, beside looking for survivors to infect, were looking for mutagens, represented by coloured syringes. If the collected enough of them, they could go to certian place and acquire a mutation. These included: being able to run, having a foam claws strapped to your forearms to give you better reach and, the most overpowered upgrade of all: strapping a 5L empty water bottle to your back which made you die only after getting hit in the mentioned bottle. Since there weren’t too many cases when you as a zombie was surrounded, it made you practically invinvible.
    Did I mention that you could combine the mutations and create an Uber Zombie? Because you totally could do that. Seeing a guy screaming guy, running at you at full speed with his claws and knowing fully well that you just can’t knock him down was kinda scary.

    Luckily, there was a Bar, a safe place, where the survivors could hide, trade supplies with each other and play cards hoping to win some ammunition. It was safe, because bright lamps were keeping the zeds at bay.

    Until generator broke and lights went out.

    To summarize, it was great fun, tiring as all hell, nerve wrecking experience.
    Not everything was perfect of course, but the things that worked, worked fine and the game was fun.
    So, that’s what I’ve been up to this weekend.

    Well, this AND studying to the 3rd attempt at passing an end-term math exam at the colleage.
    Goddamn integrals…

    • This reply was modified 4 years, 2 months ago by Kacpo.

    . Mo turns and regards @Kacpo with tilted chin and raised eyebrow “You be wanting two ciders and something stronger ya say?” adjusting himself on his seat, he lifts his leg and releases a full orchestra of tubas into the air with a chuckle, then announces “Oooee! That’d be stronger fer sure!” and jumps up and scurries off stating “Let me be getting those ciders for ya!” adding as he goes around the bar “Damn lucky ya be wearing that gas mask…”

    . As he fills the glasses, Mo glances in @Vipility‘s direction and comments “What was it ya said you were smoking my friend?” and turning back to the task at hand mutters “Alien insects that eat each other. Sounds like some kinda weird porno I don’t wanna see…” and with a shake of his head adds “..and I thought I smoked too much…”

    . Mo heads back over to Kacpo‘s table and sets a tray down with three glasses surrounded with a small assortment of breads, fruit & nuts announcing “Here ya go fine sir!” then sets a platter of Spaghetti before Vipility with a nod of his head, and turns and heads back towards the bar, pausing half-way there and staring intently out the window for a moment before bellowing “Holy Shit @Lance! I swear I just saw @Valthero in the woods! I’d heard they’d released him, but I thought it was just rumors…” then rushes for the door and swings it wide staring intently into the woods…


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