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Stitch Shockspear
Strife Mercenaries Inc.
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Posted - 2008.03.16 19:59:00 -
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*Your monitor pops up with an advertisement. A male Achura Caldari shows upon the screen. His face shows no emotion, and his up-right posture hints a background of high-discipline. Long, flawless and silky hair that seems to never have been cut, tie into tight braids that travel down towards his waist.*
Greetings Travelers!
Are you sick of staring into the vast regions of space? Are you bored? Need somewhere to wind down and relax? Have a strange addiction to fun,alcohol, music, single women, or have too much isk in your bank and feel the need to spend it on something other than the next upgrade to your ships? Then you should give your money to me! Er... um.. I didn't mean it like that. Now introducing the newest Tavern / Inn to the universe "The Pleasure Pub" Is now open for business. Come relax, have a good time, get too drunk then spend money on my over-priced inn. Um.. Cheap,affordable inn. Open seven days a week! We'll see you there!
*Spoken insanely fast*
This advertisement does not guarantee a good time, cheap drinks or that you will not be the only person in the pub at the time. Good music and single women may vary depending on time and date in which you enter the pub. Complaints or concerns can be filed by pressing your self-detonation button upon your pod, cause the management doesn't care for you input, thoughts or opinions. For those that can not open their search panel and find the channels and mail menu and figure out how to access the ability to enter " The Pleasure Pub" need not apply and should go back to school. Speak to owner for details.
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The Herrick
SniggWaffe
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Posted - 2008.03.16 20:55:00 -
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Edited by: The Herrick on 16/03/2008 20:56:27
Edit: never mind I've gone senile again.
 Originally by: Tania Russ
Those of us who actually build stuff and accomplish something worthwhile in Eve, as opposed to pirates, who basically don't accomplish anything but stealing other people's stuff.
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FarScape III
Journey On Squad
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Posted - 2008.03.17 14:56:00 -
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So like where is your pub going to be located when we all can actualy easly enough be able to get out of our pods to go visit it? If you get what I'm saying?
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Stitch Shockspear
Strife Mercenaries Inc.
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Posted - 2008.03.18 02:03:00 -
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*Within the Caldari Business Tribunal Information Center in the solar system Jita, the busiest system in the universe. There is a lit up Neon light-blue and lime green sign in a dark alleyway of the station, that holds a picture of a woman with an "hour glass figure" wearing a red dress and holding two martinis.*
* As you walk up to the door you would be met by a large man dressed in all black asking for your ID. Making sure you are of legal age to be within such an establishment. Faint music can be heard from the outside. Upon entering you would be pat down and inspected with high-tech technology for weapons or narcotics of any sort. You would be led down the stairs in which a dark hallway extends from. At the end of the hallway lies a silver-trimmed cast-iron door with a spot light making its existence clear.*
*Upon entering you would see a rather vintage setting bar. Antique bar stools, smooth oak circular bar that lays in the center of the room. A rather large dance floor and a stage complete with a runway for the hired dancers. To the far back of the bar is another rather large man. A small hand written sign that says inn right above him. To the side of him is another sign with the terms and agreements of all patrons who wish to enter the inn. It is written so small you would need a magnifying glass or two to read.*
*Upon entering the inn section, you would come down a rather long hall of rooms on both sides. Each room the same, simple with one bed and a small bathroom for one to shower and shave in the morning. There is nothing special about the design of the inn. It makes up for lack of color and decor by it's cleanliness, one could walk into any room with a pair of white gloves, run their hands on everything, and the gloves would stay white.*
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