Theme: The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask- Milk Bar
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Age: Unknown. There are legends that he is as old as time itself!
Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral
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Physical Description: A green-skinned Kremling with a scruffy white beard wearing a cowboy hat and boots, in addition to a brown vest.
Personality: What little personality Sam has shown indicates that he's a hard worker, and has no problem with anyone who comes into his bar as long as they don't cause trouble for everyone inside. Woe to those who mess up Sam's work routine...
Equipment & Abilties: The only weapon that Sam has shown thus far is a shotgun capable of shooting out drill-like devices that embed themselves in whatever they hit, and generate miniature black holes that suck up anything beside the target... and eventually the target itself. Sam may posses other weapons and special abilities as well, but that is all speculation.
History: As long as the Rotten Rabbit Tavern has existed, it has always had the same proprietor: the elderly Kremling who customers have given the nickname of "Old Man Sam." Beyond that, not much of Sam's history is known, and given that he has never spoken a word as far as anyone knows... well, it's doubtful he'll share his lifestory anytime soon. There are numerous rumours, though: that he may be an ancient Kremling witch doctor who discovered the secret to immortality, or that he's a former scientist who had to go into hiding because of his unethical experiments, or that he may even be a god-like alien lifeform that serves as a judge of lesser species. That last one is totally complete bull, though. Whatever his origins, Sam can almost always be found behind the counter of the Rotten Rabbit Tavern.
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Old Man Sam
Mute owner and bartender of the Rotten Rabbit Tavern
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Rotten Rabbit's Tavern
a character in “Fusion Fantasy Neo”, as played by Sockie
Description
So begins...
Old Man Sam's Story
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Suddenly, the door to the tavern swings opens, and all of the patrons can hear the light chant of "SAM" within their ears. An old-looking Kremling steps inside and makes his way towards the counter, scratching his white beard and adjusting his cowboy hat. Old Man Sam has returned home.
"Looks like my shift is finally over." Mad Moxxi is replaced by Old Sam and leaves the counter, "The bar is all yours, Old Sam. I'm about to open my very own event. I hope you people are into racing because this dear lady is about to open a grand prix. Without Lady Luck, the Moxxi 9000 GP would not exist. Well... I hope to see you all there."
Moxxi gave a wink and walks out of the tavern.
Moxxi gave a wink and walks out of the tavern.
Sam snorts, and begins polishing some glasses behind the counter. At the same time, the tavern door swings open again, and a mechanoid with horns, yellow armor, and a blue cape steps inside.
"I don't suppose anyone here is in need of a freelance peace-keeping agent at this time, hrm?" asks Death's Head to no one in particular as he heads for an empty table.
"I don't suppose anyone here is in need of a freelance peace-keeping agent at this time, hrm?" asks Death's Head to no one in particular as he heads for an empty table.
The TV now shows Moxxi at Cosmo Speedway. She is giving an announcement on live television.
"Hello people of Unita. I hope I didn't interrupt your little channel because I got big news to tell you. This year, I'm opening up the biggest destructive race that has ever known. I give you the Moxxxi Grand Prix. This grand prix will have five race tracks from five different planets, but each will have their own gimmicks. And let's just that they're quite hotter than you think. If you think you are confident to get behind the wheel and race for trophy and for cash prizes, then you better come over here. We are looking forward for a little death race or two... if you know how to survive that is..."
She winks in front the camera.
"So, come on down and join the race. But I won't guarentee that you will live for long."
"Hello people of Unita. I hope I didn't interrupt your little channel because I got big news to tell you. This year, I'm opening up the biggest destructive race that has ever known. I give you the Moxxxi Grand Prix. This grand prix will have five race tracks from five different planets, but each will have their own gimmicks. And let's just that they're quite hotter than you think. If you think you are confident to get behind the wheel and race for trophy and for cash prizes, then you better come over here. We are looking forward for a little death race or two... if you know how to survive that is..."
She winks in front the camera.
"So, come on down and join the race. But I won't guarentee that you will live for long."
"Cash prizes, eh?" says Death's Head, stroking his chin. "Interesting. May have to consider entering."
Dr. Y tries changing the channel, but since Moxxi is a bitch and interrupted literally ALL CHANNELS, this doesn't work so well.
Death's Head continues to contemplate whether or not to enter this upcoming race. While he did have a vehicle that he received as payment from a racetrack owner years ago (for sabotaging another racetrack, of course), racing wasn't really his thing. Then again, he did have experience chasing others--namely, most of his bounties. And, of course, that pile of victory money...
Even freelance peace-keeping agents deserve a break once in a while, thought Death's Head. Finally coming to a decision, he exits the bar.
Even freelance peace-keeping agents deserve a break once in a while, thought Death's Head. Finally coming to a decision, he exits the bar.
The tavern door swings open once more as a bulky, yet weathered sailor soon hobbles in, dressed in ragged captain's clothing and sporting a tangled beard that looks like it's spent many a day uncombed. Perhaps the most noteworthy thing about him, however, is the massive hook replacing his left hand. ..Well, that, and the fact that he looks pretty dead - but let's not talk about that part.
Regardless, this new face looks about the tavern with interest and, tipping his hat at Old Man Sam for some reason, he quickly finds an empty seat for himself.
Regardless, this new face looks about the tavern with interest and, tipping his hat at Old Man Sam for some reason, he quickly finds an empty seat for himself.
Neither Dr. Y nor Ramses pay much attention to the newcomer. Dr. Y seems lost in thought, while Ramses is merely examining the gem(s) he got as a reward for... well, being there during the whole tower fiasco.
Jonathan eventually notices the gems Ramses is looking over, and also starts examining them - albeit from afar; scratching his chin with interest as he eyes them.
In Dr. Y's memory...
Ten years ago. Ramses went up to the doctor's desk and slammed down a piece of paper.
"You're leaving too, huh?" asked Dr. Y.
"Mm-hmm," said Ramses. "Contract expired."
"My ass it expired," said Dr. Y. "You've got six months left."
"That was then," said Ramses. "This is now. My contract stated that if at any point my life should be in sufficient danger I may begin early retirement from your little merry band."
"I SAVED your miserable life," countered Dr. Y.
"Doesn't change the fact that one of our own nearly killed me," said Ramses.
"... You're the only member I have left," said Dr. Y. "If you do this then there is no more Platoon."
"You can always find some other sucker to hold a gun," said Ramses with a shrug. "If you still have the money, that is."
Dr. Y snaps back to reality as a news report comes on screen - Congressman Sean H. Uldrich making a speech demanding the immediate capture of the White Platoon. Ramses' communicator suddenly starts ringing, and he answers it, putting the gems away in a pack.
"... I understand," said Ramses after a few seconds.
Ramses hangs up and pulls out his rifle, aiming it at Dr. Y.
"Nothing personal, doc," said Ramses. "Just business."
Ramses fires... and Dr. Y quickly ducks out of the way, leaving Ramses' shot to shatter a beer bottle in some thug's hand.
"HEY!' shouted the thug. "That was my drink!"
The thug angrily shatters another beer bottle.
"HEY!" shouted a different thug. "That was MY drink!"
The thugs start brawling with one another, blocking Ramses' line of fire, and Dr. Y slinks over to the bar, putting some money on it.
"Give me anything," said Dr. Y to Old Man Sam. "Looks like a whole bunch of people here need some more drinks."
Ten years ago. Ramses went up to the doctor's desk and slammed down a piece of paper.
"You're leaving too, huh?" asked Dr. Y.
"Mm-hmm," said Ramses. "Contract expired."
"My ass it expired," said Dr. Y. "You've got six months left."
"That was then," said Ramses. "This is now. My contract stated that if at any point my life should be in sufficient danger I may begin early retirement from your little merry band."
"I SAVED your miserable life," countered Dr. Y.
"Doesn't change the fact that one of our own nearly killed me," said Ramses.
"... You're the only member I have left," said Dr. Y. "If you do this then there is no more Platoon."
"You can always find some other sucker to hold a gun," said Ramses with a shrug. "If you still have the money, that is."
Dr. Y snaps back to reality as a news report comes on screen - Congressman Sean H. Uldrich making a speech demanding the immediate capture of the White Platoon. Ramses' communicator suddenly starts ringing, and he answers it, putting the gems away in a pack.
"... I understand," said Ramses after a few seconds.
Ramses hangs up and pulls out his rifle, aiming it at Dr. Y.
"Nothing personal, doc," said Ramses. "Just business."
Ramses fires... and Dr. Y quickly ducks out of the way, leaving Ramses' shot to shatter a beer bottle in some thug's hand.
"HEY!' shouted the thug. "That was my drink!"
The thug angrily shatters another beer bottle.
"HEY!" shouted a different thug. "That was MY drink!"
The thugs start brawling with one another, blocking Ramses' line of fire, and Dr. Y slinks over to the bar, putting some money on it.
"Give me anything," said Dr. Y to Old Man Sam. "Looks like a whole bunch of people here need some more drinks."
Dr. Y smashes the beer over another thug's head.
"HEY-" began the thug.
"He did it," said Dr. Y, pointing to Ramses.
The thug, being none too bright, charges for Ramses, who is tackled into some more thugs, who get angry at the previous thug and attack him. Some thieves try to steal the wallets of these last thugs, who notice and attack the thieves, and anger the friends of the thieves... needless to say a bar brawl just started.
"HEY-" began the thug.
"He did it," said Dr. Y, pointing to Ramses.
The thug, being none too bright, charges for Ramses, who is tackled into some more thugs, who get angry at the previous thug and attack him. Some thieves try to steal the wallets of these last thugs, who notice and attack the thieves, and anger the friends of the thieves... needless to say a bar brawl just started.
Jonathan also watches the fighting from his seat in the background, silently chewing on something in the meantime; an amused smirk spreading across his face.
Derpy Hooves was flying happily through the air, her mail satchel stock full of letters. She smiled happily, her yellow wall eyes looking in opposite directions, yet she still managed to fly straight. I better deliver dese wetters owr I won't get any bits for muffins!! She thought to herself, sounding derpy even in her mind. Her next letter was headed for Rotten Rabbit Tavern, and her boss had given specific instructions as to where it was. The problem was that she couldn't remember what the instructions were. She was so busy thinking, she didn't realise she was losing altitude. She shrugged, guessing a muffin probably could resurrect the dead if altered, then saw the ground and the door of a bar hurtling towards her. Or rather, her hurtling towards it. Derpy braced herself for impact, and smashed through the door, leaving a large hole in it.
Derpy coughed and looked around at the grimy tavern, and saw a sign that said Welcome to the Rotten Rabbit's Tavern. Derpy smiled, her crooked eyes wobbling in random directions as she looked around. There weren't very nice folk in the tavern, and a majority of them were looking at her. She didn't notice however, and reached into her satchel for the letter. She brought it out, and held it up high in her grey hoof. "Wetter fow a Mistewr Owld Man Sam!" She smiled obliviously, not hearing the handful of awws from the softer hearted drinkers in the tavern. She just sat there, her blond tail sitting behind her in the dust and grime of the tavern floor.
Derpy coughed and looked around at the grimy tavern, and saw a sign that said Welcome to the Rotten Rabbit's Tavern. Derpy smiled, her crooked eyes wobbling in random directions as she looked around. There weren't very nice folk in the tavern, and a majority of them were looking at her. She didn't notice however, and reached into her satchel for the letter. She brought it out, and held it up high in her grey hoof. "Wetter fow a Mistewr Owld Man Sam!" She smiled obliviously, not hearing the handful of awws from the softer hearted drinkers in the tavern. She just sat there, her blond tail sitting behind her in the dust and grime of the tavern floor.
I would imagine that most the patrons are looking somewhere else (like, say, at the nearest thug who makes them angry), considering that Derpy just broke into the middle of a bar fight. But that's just me. Anyway, Dr. Y takes advantage of the chaos to slip out of the tavern. Ramses tries to follow but is held up by several brutes.
(Whoops, my bad! Derp. :P)
Derpy sat for a while, holding the letter high above her head, smiling happily, but soon saw that no one was listening. Her facial expression changed to one of disappointment, and she looked around for someone to help find Old Man Sam. She saw a group of large men holding up bro hooves to a scared looking mushroom man, and she smiled. Before the brute could do anything, she sped up to him, and clonked her hoof with his fist. "Bwohoof! Teehee!" Her eyes were closed happily, clumsy innocence practically radiating from her. She then opened her eyes and flapped her wings, keeping elevated. "Hewwo! i'm Dewrpy! I came over here to ask you a question!" She hovered there in silence for a second whilst the group of thugs raised an eyebrow at her. She put a hoof to her chin and a confused expression came across her face. "Oh noes! Now I can't remember what the question was!"
Derpy sat for a while, holding the letter high above her head, smiling happily, but soon saw that no one was listening. Her facial expression changed to one of disappointment, and she looked around for someone to help find Old Man Sam. She saw a group of large men holding up bro hooves to a scared looking mushroom man, and she smiled. Before the brute could do anything, she sped up to him, and clonked her hoof with his fist. "Bwohoof! Teehee!" Her eyes were closed happily, clumsy innocence practically radiating from her. She then opened her eyes and flapped her wings, keeping elevated. "Hewwo! i'm Dewrpy! I came over here to ask you a question!" She hovered there in silence for a second whilst the group of thugs raised an eyebrow at her. She put a hoof to her chin and a confused expression came across her face. "Oh noes! Now I can't remember what the question was!"
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