And with Skraal's drink complete (and presently updating), the queue is once again OPEN

Three drinks down! Just another four and I've emptied my queue. I'll open it up once it's empty again, hehehe.

https://gamepedia.cursecdn.com/darkestdungeon_gamepedia/d/df/Tavern.png Oh, hello there. I didn't hear ya come in. Sit down, stay a while. Oh, me? I'm just an average bartender, nothing exciting 'bout me. 'Cept, of course, I hang out with a buncha killers. No no, not like that. These folks only kil...

Hello.

Gonna give this a shot.

Is Andrew "Test" Martin still dead?

*pinches bridge of nose* Yeah I'm in.

Give me a full Justin thought instead of just the last thread >:C

Edit: Actually Justin fucking sucks, gimme Wyatt instead. You still owe me reads on the whole Ace/Justin feud anyway and that's all I really want of him

Question: You’re a slasher film villain. What is your weapon of choice; motivation; mask and costume? Hades: Oh, this is a cool question. I'm big on the classics, so I'm going with machete for the weapon. To the point, simple, reliable, lots of creative things you can do with it, has its mundane us...

For my convenience later.

Veronica ZezraToday at 7:31 PM
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no post in the announcement hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Yeah no Justin's dead.

Justin slowly turned his face up again, daring to lift the back of his head up off the ground.

Ace raised the tire iron, and Justin watched his oldest ally reflect a glint of light off the setting sun.

JACKSON.

HIS NAME WAS JACKSON!

The tire iron swung down.

B064 - Greene, Justin: DECEASED

The next strike of the tire iron was intercepted by the tire iron again, hitting two inches up along the bone from Justin's most recent wound, absorbing some of the impact for his skull. Justin bellowed and convulsed from the strike, a deep but ultimately inconsequential soreness developing in his b...

Justin shook his head through the tirade of insults and the whimpering picked up in pitch as he started to cry once more. "Nuh, du-" That was as far as he got, then a sharp impact cracked into his right arm, striking across the meat of his forearm and the little ridge of bone across the ou...

Justin fell silent, if only for a few seconds as the weight of what Ace had said fell off its scaffold and smothered him. "N... nuh-nuh-no," he whimpered softly. That was his weapon. His tool. His only friend since waking up on the island. It'd been with him from the very beginning, and th...