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A Guild Divided
A Guild Divided
“Watch out!!!” yelled a horrified Denji as a beer bottle flew past Miexon's head and smashed against the new wallpaper of the PAHQ Bar. The smashing glass coupled with the entrance of the commander into a very unruly and very new bar hushed the tumultuous room into complete silence. As he stared into the room filled with still guild-mates who immediately stopped wrestling along with overturned tables, broken bottles, and strewn signs it was clear this was the final straw.
“What is the matter with you people! Why can't you just agree with each other!” yelled MiexonBionic.
“what do you mean you...”
“Oh Denji quiet I was NOT talking about Serco's and you know it” said Miexon as he violently cut off his Lieutenant Denji.
“So you meant Itani's then?”
“NO! I meant all of you! Jeeze!!” yelled an increasingly upset Miexon. Clearly Denji had more than he `should of to drink that night and every night of the week but Miexon was just happy that someone was breaking in the new bar. He was a little less happy with everyone breaking the new bar and new that this guild investment had to be protected.
“I'm getting to the bottom of this! Mecha get up here now!” Mecha slowly shuffled his way up to the front of the bar . With a nervous twitch he turned to face the crowd which clearly was divided, some for and others against. What Mecha realized is that all this commotion rested on his own shoulders and that all of these people were upset over only him and the change he was proposing.
“Who is in favor to shave?!” With the noise of arms shifting throughout the room Miexon counted out about half of the total room with the women holding a unified vote. “And in favor not to shave?!” Miexon watched as about half of the room again raised their hands. This time a group of men with various forms of odd shaped and looking mustaches raised their hands in defiance as Denji Royhu with the most peculiar of all the mustaches led the charge.
“So Mecha, what is it gonna be? You gonna shave that thing or what?” yelled an increasingly eager Boran Mur.
Despite the conviction of Denji, with a short shave the new Mecha emerged from the tattered remains of the stubbly mustache remnants.
The women all cheered in agreement and the room turned fun again. But Miexon always new what Mecha would chose, he knew Mecha was too much of a ladies man to chose anything else. With a snap of his finger towards a heavily intoxicated Denji, a Denic on the rocks slid towards his seat at the bar. As Miexon drank his drink of victory he realized that again he had settled another serious squabble within the guild without more cost to the guild or universe because yes folks, that mustache was atrocious.
“Watch out!!!” yelled a horrified Denji as a beer bottle flew past Miexon's head and smashed against the new wallpaper of the PAHQ Bar. The smashing glass coupled with the entrance of the commander into a very unruly and very new bar hushed the tumultuous room into complete silence. As he stared into the room filled with still guild-mates who immediately stopped wrestling along with overturned tables, broken bottles, and strewn signs it was clear this was the final straw.
“What is the matter with you people! Why can't you just agree with each other!” yelled MiexonBionic.
“what do you mean you...”
“Oh Denji quiet I was NOT talking about Serco's and you know it” said Miexon as he violently cut off his Lieutenant Denji.
“So you meant Itani's then?”
“NO! I meant all of you! Jeeze!!” yelled an increasingly upset Miexon. Clearly Denji had more than he `should of to drink that night and every night of the week but Miexon was just happy that someone was breaking in the new bar. He was a little less happy with everyone breaking the new bar and new that this guild investment had to be protected.
“I'm getting to the bottom of this! Mecha get up here now!” Mecha slowly shuffled his way up to the front of the bar . With a nervous twitch he turned to face the crowd which clearly was divided, some for and others against. What Mecha realized is that all this commotion rested on his own shoulders and that all of these people were upset over only him and the change he was proposing.
“Who is in favor to shave?!” With the noise of arms shifting throughout the room Miexon counted out about half of the total room with the women holding a unified vote. “And in favor not to shave?!” Miexon watched as about half of the room again raised their hands. This time a group of men with various forms of odd shaped and looking mustaches raised their hands in defiance as Denji Royhu with the most peculiar of all the mustaches led the charge.
“So Mecha, what is it gonna be? You gonna shave that thing or what?” yelled an increasingly eager Boran Mur.
Despite the conviction of Denji, with a short shave the new Mecha emerged from the tattered remains of the stubbly mustache remnants.
The women all cheered in agreement and the room turned fun again. But Miexon always new what Mecha would chose, he knew Mecha was too much of a ladies man to chose anything else. With a snap of his finger towards a heavily intoxicated Denji, a Denic on the rocks slid towards his seat at the bar. As Miexon drank his drink of victory he realized that again he had settled another serious squabble within the guild without more cost to the guild or universe because yes folks, that mustache was atrocious.
*bump*
happy now? :P
happy now? :P
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It will be missed. RIP ol' champion of the soup strainer.
It will be missed. RIP ol' champion of the soup strainer.
:)
lol azumi :P