Well, seeing as the old thread passed the 100 mark some days ago and that Tavern got a bit... Chaotic, I guess it is about time to begin a new one.

Happy posting to us and may it grow a bit faster than the other one.

Free Whisky, Ale and water for everyone the next 2 pages!

*Places a good few bottles on the bar desk*

*grabs a bottle, and starts holding a wake for the old thread*

*Joins in with a bottle of water and begins singing*

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

*Begins staggering around like a drunkard mumbles a svumbles, looks quizzically at the water and falls asleep*

Oh dear, looks like Justice got so emotional about the old thread, he picked up a bottle of Vodka instead of water.

*grabs a pint of Guinness*

Justice, shouldn't you save that song for New Year?

*Looks at Secret with bloodshot eyes and a bad breath*

No. I sing when I want to sing!

And just now I feel like singing about pink elephants on parade...

*An orderly arrives to take Justice away and give him his medication*

Well then, what's this all about ?

*Orders the pink elephants to attack the orderly thing while he shouts out Wagner's Valkyrie and swings about with his "water"*

Thiz iz abouts me tryingz to mak tzhe Tavern more normalz agzain!

Thoughz... Iz doez nob zeem toz worzk. Tzhe Floorz iz unztable, everzhing iz zsssswimming aboutz and zhe Wasser taztez zstrange!

*Wobbles around the room as he tries to figure out why everything seems so strange*

So new and clean!

It might not stay that way for long, Justice isn't all that used to alcohol, and he's turning an interesting shade of green, it may be best to stand well back.

He could be about to create his very first "pavement pizza"......

... Iz zhiz not Wasser?

*Stumbles into BTOG and Znork at the same time*

*trips Justice, so that he crashes into the tables, so the glasses and plates fly every which way*

Tzat waz meanz!!!!

*Begins sending of random lightning bolts and huge pizzas at Secret while yelling "FOR ALDERBANCHZZZZzzzz" and stumbling round the room*

*picks up empty bottle Justice has discarded, and notices it's clearly labelled as water*

This is a bit strange.

*sniffs bottle, tastes a few remaining drops still inside*

definitely Vodka, but the bottle was sealed till Justice opened it, so how did it contain Vodka, and not water?

*looks around the Tavern at the chaos a drunken Justice is causing*

I wonder if someone is trying to cause trouble here, and making Justice drunk may be just part of some cunning plan......

*As Justice continues chasing the evil that he believes Secret to be and zaps around, it suddenly seems as though his skin slowly changes colour and the body gradually grows bigger...*

Tzhe evil zhall be purgzed!

*The lightning bolts begin to hit closer to Secret and the pizzas grow bigger.*

*All the while the light in the Tavern grows dimmer, the fire begins to whisper and smoke evaporates from the bottle BTOG is holding*

*Throws bottle at Justice, and runs away*

*As BTOG tries to leave the Tavern he realises it is impossible. The doors are sealed by magic stronger than even that a Global Mod can dispel and when he touches the doors or windows his fingers seem to burn and shrink.

Gradually the tavern gets darker, hotter and the pressure inside the tavern seems to increase. The walls slowly turn black and veins of molten stones appear. Justice meanwhile has stopped firing shots at Secret and seems to be wringing in pain on the floor while his body is transforming*

Am I on acid or something?

*As the descent of the Tavern continues, Justice slowly regains his feet, shakes his twice as big body, observes his wine red hands and strangely muscular arms, feet long claws and glances over the sorry remains of his clothes and large spats of thick, leathery, blazing warm skin*

I certainly hope so. If not, is it all right if I pass out just about now?

*Tries to fall melodramatically down*

... Don't tell me, I have got horns and they are stuck in the roof of the Tavern? And what the hell is THAT!

*Tears his horns out of the roof and runs around the Tavern, trying to hide from his wings while bits of the wood stuck in his horns fall down here and there*

*Picks pieces of debris out of his ale*

Damned High priest. Always destroying something...