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Add one sentence (as concise as possible) that follows on from the last, let's see where this goes.

Just remember the Dakka rules in doing so, it's just meant to be a bit of fun.

Opening line:

"This guy walks in to a bar..."

"and got his thread locked for being spam."

We do have a story/fiction section on Dakka.

Which I was under the impression was for wargame stuff only.

Not afraid of contributing are we d-usa

Requested mod to move

It's more like Chain Fiction, so that's where it will live.

"the bar keeper punched d-usa and the thread lives on"

Starting again then, so far we have:

"This guy walks in to a bar..."

"...and gets punched by the bar keeper..."

Who's next to contribute?

The guy gets up and backs up a step, and says "what'd ya do that for?"

"Sorry" replies the barman "I mistook you for a horse"

"I see."

The gentleman took a hearty swing at the barkeep.

and connects soundly with his nose.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot" says the barman

I do have a long face, said the customer.

And that is not the only long thing.., he continued.

Gazing at his long nose he despaired.

Seeing the guys discomfort, the barkeep figured he should lighten the mood with a joke -

"I'm currently dating a couple of anorexics. Two birds, one stone."

Just then, A termite walked into the bar and asked, "Is the bar tender here?"

But before he could get a responce, an enormous boot came down, crushing him, much to the surprise of the various people around the bar.

The horse in the bar finally couldn't take any more verbal abuse, and stood up to say, "Sirs, I take great offense to the things you have said about equestrians, and I demand an apology."

This remark reined-in the neigh-sayers, hoof were ready to trot-out silly puns that we've all herd before.

Just before a most inconvenient brawl started, a man came walking in.
'It smells here', the man said.

"scuse me?" replied the bar tender "smells of what exactly?"

He eyed the man up and down, in his rough fabric trench coat, and dumbfounded look in his eyes

"Well, I would say it smells of liver and onions," the disheveled newcomer said in alcohol-reeked breath.

And then he went to sleep.

Then an necron overlord entered and asked "give me your money".

"Nooooo." Replied the resident carnifex, who quicky threw several cans of beer at the surprised necron.

, who mistook the beer cans for his distant cousins and was deeply offended.

and the deeply pissed off when he developed a rust rash on his "resurrection orbs".

"C'Tan damnit" curses the Overlord "I knew I should've avoided those bloody scruffy earth pubs"

Then, an Inquisitor entered the room.
'EXTERMINATUS THE XENOS!' he screamed, slightly horrified.

But before he could do so much as draw his weapon, a lictor came up behind him and asked for some spare change.

Sicarius, looking over for a smoky corner of the room, thumped his fist onto his table, punching a hole right through the solid plas-wood and yelled "What the WARP is with everyone here needing money or change?! Didn't you see the fething ATM on the corner of the street before you got here?! Oh wait, Mr Lictor, I presume you left it in your other chitinous hide? Necron dude, this is first time I've seen you here, so I'll be C'Tan you some slack this once, but ONLY this once!"

Sicarus wanted to say more, but he got nocked dead by Boba Fett in Princess Leia; s slave costume.
The room got silent.