The KHV Saloon.

Psst, Loxy. Whatever you're putting in his drinks, here's fifty bucks to go buy some more. Keep the change.

 

I shall now enter the body of this person behind the counter and watch through their eyes and listen to their thoughts.

 

Shidonic - *stumbling to the door* I...thank i'm dank enuogh *i almost fall down* haly crap.

 

Youuu, replacing moi so quickly. It's time I do what any sensible Ammericun would do, gettin meh gun.

 

Hey, this is a respectable establishment. I won't have my employees being raped. Especially not by ghosts. We don't serve your kind here.

 

These are my forests. They are my meat.

I have no need to be served of anything, but thank you for your concern.

And if you want talk of rape, go to my brother in the rival bar. Simple bodily invasion is perfectly harmless (unless you resist, but you have to be into that kind of thing to do so).

 

...What the hell happened to this thread

*answers self* Clearly the space Mak and I are no longer occupying is degrading into chaos and spontaneity

for in truth we are like unto gods and all that we cannot observe suffers severe existential entropy

[/19TH-CENTURY MAGICKAL REALISM]

[/NO ONE GIVES A SHIT NOVA STOP TRYING SO HARD]

[/SHUT UP DISEMBODIED BRACKETS VOICE YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME]

 

I thought my saloon was going pretty well. It's even HAUNTED!

 

You were wrong.

Being haunted is an result of such high entropy. Don't you see?

 

Yes, and chaos is good, yes?

 

Whether it is or not, this is what was said:

 

Rat Poison it is.

I am not poisoning our patrons, it's a brand name. A drop will kill a rat but it'll take a few more for a human. Three drops to waste someone, four to kill 'im.