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Experiment three...
*Everyone within 100 kilometers is now wearing crocs and socks*
And that is quite possibly the most over the top crime against fashion anyone has ever committed.

OOC Thats funny, considering I actually do that on a daily basis to piss off my mates. Z15 does it too I think, considering how many times i've been over at his place.

Edit: I just realised how high I hold my standards...That gaks depressing...

Bic *Shrugs off the crocs and takes Yarricks crocs off with feet*

*Continues*

*angrily rips off the crocs and throws them into the air*
*tosses two knives, impaling each croc against a wall*

Kroot do not need shoes, Shothoth.

*tosses socks behind his back and walks into the bar to get a drink*

*Baneblade has plowed through the bar whilst rocking side to side*

OH FETH! YOU GOT IT! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!

*Yarrick furiously scratching Amelias back*

*Leg twitching*

Th-th-that itch has been bothering me for MONTHS...

*Goes back to round 6*

OOC Tbh, I think I have to rethink my life after admitting I wear crocs with socks...Anyway, Ima use this time to rethink my life...See you guys in several hours...

*Far away*

I'M SO ASHAMED!

*angrily squawks in surprise*

Fething gue'la...

*ignores how accurate his statement is*

*Has completely given up*
Feth it. You're relentless.
*Teleports Yarrick and Amelia out of the Baneblade*

*still on patrol*

...! [Grabs beret and uses it to protect Amelia's modesty]
What the hell, man. Thing. Verviedi.

Ooc: Trying not to laugh at work and be asked why.

*lifts bottle to his beak*

[BC and Vanden teleport in front of him]
*sudden choking*

I'm sure he would be delighted that you remember him. Sadly, I ate him. His mind now serves as a single host for but one of my spheres. One Sphere for Prime, one Sphere for Verviedi, one Sphere for Brother Unedi of the Imperial Fists.

[Grabs blanket from sofa and puts it over Vanden] Apologies, fella. I'm sure you've seen worse. [Nods to Blackjack]

[Turns to Verviedi entity] So bring him back.

*Has eaten socks and crocs*

*Sits next to BlackJack*

Hello where is this places beverages stored?

I am parched.

*Completely unaware of what alcohol is*

Why would I do that? That would cause me to need a replacement mind. I'm already underpowered as is. Why would I possibly remove my Sphere from him?

Oh well.

*Starts Pillaging whats lief of the bar for beverages*

Aha barrels.

*Cracks open a barrel and downs it*

Ahhhhh much better.

*Starts consuming far too much alcohol*

*nearly runs Verviedi over with a Rhino*

[Scratches chin] Because he was a pretty nice person who didn't harm anyone here. Have you any idea how scarce those people are? And it also gives you a contingency plan of not having all your eggs in one basket.

[Looks around] I should probably find some pants.

*Is now completely drunk*

*Waddles over to Yarrik*

Aww hello little guy.

*Grabs Yarrik and moves over to Vanden*

Dis is where you should be.

Shhh don't worry I can hide you.

*Places Yarrik on top of Vanden*

*Curls around and falls asleep on top of Vanden and Yarrik*

[Muffled cursing and confusion]

*My character comes back from the snowy north riding on a horse, on the flank of the horse appears to be the head of a broodlord*

Whoa Roach... *Horse stops, I then dismount and walk to the bar for some wine. Horse trots away.

*is dancing in orbit with guardsman on a large fake paradise world ball room under the stars*

See, nice folks, good drink and a better party. Family is alot different to formal events and look, my cousin is dating a navy lt, and gets no issues, my brother kills people for a living and others.... Different is not looked down with us lot. Your family now, we look after family.

*notices large yellow expanse on planet.... * fething hell, glad we are not down there.... That's hundreds of miles of yellow....

*Wonders*

*Wraps blanket around self*

*Tries pushing self out of underneath Z15*

*Fails*

I guess we're stuck here until he wakes up...Whatcha wanna do?

*Twiddles thumbs*

Whats that I feel on my neck?

*Looks around*

*Completely dark*

Say, where are you?

*Shrugs and sits down*

*Thud from behind*

Weird, I don't feel whatever was rubbing against my neck anymore...

*runs over ZK's horse with Rhino*
Oops.
*whistles awkwardly before driving away*

*Manages to squeeze hand through a gap between Z15 (I'd assume hes coiled around us...)*

*Muffled*

Can someone please pass me some clothes to put on, I don't really feel comfortable standing here with nothing but a blanket...Oh, and bring Yarricks clothes too, I think he needs em too.

*Slumps down next to Yarrick*

I would say Round 9, but I won't feel comfortable if Larry suddenly gets up...

*Rhino drives off*
*lands next to Vanden in jhe's ship*
Well. That party was certainly interesting.

*Yells out*

Can you roll Larry off us? We're a bit stuck...

*walks over and kicks Larry*
*turns to regard Vanden*
Think you're stuck friend. I'm nowhere near strong enough to lift a Lizard that weighs 2 tons

You Guardsmen have access to cranes or something? Use those.

No. We have elbow grease and butter. Want me to get those instead?

*Sighs*

Sure, that''ll do it...Yarrick 'n' I'll get sweaty so we can slide under. Lift him up as much as you can.

*turns toward the barracks*
HEY JOEY! GET THAT 50 POUND BLOCK OF BUTTER WE GOT SHIPPED LAST WEEK! WE GOT A CODE 15 OVER HERE!