I walk up to the bar, my hands are shaking slightly, and a sheen of perspiration has appeared on my forehead. Lt. Tyler. That’s my name up next on the list. The list for “Open mike night in The AAR Bar.” Am I sure I want to get myself into this?
“You are VAARgin, right?”
“Hunh?” What the hell is he talking about? “Oh yeah, I’m a VAARgin.” I can feel my cheeks grow warmer while the perspiration continues beading up.
“You wanna cig, maybe a drink?” He points to a box of red wine.
“No, probably not the best time for me.”
“Maybe you’d like to renounce you capitalist, imperialist tendencies”
“What the f..?” For a second I thought he was gonna tell me he had the deathmark in 12 systems.
Norgesvenn smiled at me. “Relax kid. You’ll do fine. Besides, we’re a pretty forgiving bunch here. Hell, you don’t even have to finish it.” He winked.
“…and so ends the Pyrate Republic!” The crowd erupts in applause as Prufrock451 finished his latest contribution.
I spy MrT and LD, at a table near the center of the audience, drinking a couple of milks, a plate of half-eaten cookies in front of them. Hmm, I wonder what kind of milk is amber colored and has foam on top? LD keeps looking at his watch, mumbling something or other to MrT.
“We’re gonna miss her if we don’t leave soon…”
“We won’t miss her. You think I’d let that happen? I just want to stick around for one more.” He takes a long drag off his cigarette.
LD checks his watch again, then pulls out a wad cash and begins to count, making a neat stack of the crisp dollar bills. “One, two, three…”
I had to suppress the desire to run up to the white board and erase my name as Prufrock451 walks off the stage.
I pick my feet up one by one, and head to the center of the stage. Over on the left I see Secret Master showing Backpack, Storey, shawng1 and Rictus the proper technique for riding the mechanical wlak.
“See, this simulates a long-strided wlak. If it were simulating a Carpathian wlak, then you’d certainly get thrown off pulling this maneuver. HEE-YAH!”
On the right Peter the Conqueror is discussing the latest events he has scripted for the Righteous BastAARDs, with ws2_32 (aka Tom) who is talking about the latest stranges exploits he has come up with. Cat Lord, Ariel, kurtbrian, and Wyvern listen in. Sharurururur (?) looks on impishly. At another table, KingofNines, DanielMcCollum, and Mad Magyar discuss strategies for taking on the Ottomans while playing Hungary. And in the background, I catch faint glimpses of lurkers.
I move up to the mike, and adjust its height. I arrange my notes, lean forward to speak into the mike. “Don’t warble, don’t squeak” I silently command my voice:
“The Devaraja of Ayutthaya…”
[Sincerest apologies to anyone not mentioned by name. You’re all part of the rogues gallery of the AAR Bar!]
“You are VAARgin, right?”
“Hunh?” What the hell is he talking about? “Oh yeah, I’m a VAARgin.” I can feel my cheeks grow warmer while the perspiration continues beading up.
“You wanna cig, maybe a drink?” He points to a box of red wine.
“No, probably not the best time for me.”
“Maybe you’d like to renounce you capitalist, imperialist tendencies”
“What the f..?” For a second I thought he was gonna tell me he had the deathmark in 12 systems.
Norgesvenn smiled at me. “Relax kid. You’ll do fine. Besides, we’re a pretty forgiving bunch here. Hell, you don’t even have to finish it.” He winked.
“…and so ends the Pyrate Republic!” The crowd erupts in applause as Prufrock451 finished his latest contribution.
I spy MrT and LD, at a table near the center of the audience, drinking a couple of milks, a plate of half-eaten cookies in front of them. Hmm, I wonder what kind of milk is amber colored and has foam on top? LD keeps looking at his watch, mumbling something or other to MrT.
“We’re gonna miss her if we don’t leave soon…”
“We won’t miss her. You think I’d let that happen? I just want to stick around for one more.” He takes a long drag off his cigarette.
LD checks his watch again, then pulls out a wad cash and begins to count, making a neat stack of the crisp dollar bills. “One, two, three…”
I had to suppress the desire to run up to the white board and erase my name as Prufrock451 walks off the stage.
I pick my feet up one by one, and head to the center of the stage. Over on the left I see Secret Master showing Backpack, Storey, shawng1 and Rictus the proper technique for riding the mechanical wlak.
“See, this simulates a long-strided wlak. If it were simulating a Carpathian wlak, then you’d certainly get thrown off pulling this maneuver. HEE-YAH!”
On the right Peter the Conqueror is discussing the latest events he has scripted for the Righteous BastAARDs, with ws2_32 (aka Tom) who is talking about the latest stranges exploits he has come up with. Cat Lord, Ariel, kurtbrian, and Wyvern listen in. Sharurururur (?) looks on impishly. At another table, KingofNines, DanielMcCollum, and Mad Magyar discuss strategies for taking on the Ottomans while playing Hungary. And in the background, I catch faint glimpses of lurkers.
I move up to the mike, and adjust its height. I arrange my notes, lean forward to speak into the mike. “Don’t warble, don’t squeak” I silently command my voice:
“The Devaraja of Ayutthaya…”
[Sincerest apologies to anyone not mentioned by name. You’re all part of the rogues gallery of the AAR Bar!]
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