Welcome to the floodzone. Had a long day? Something got ya down? Well sit down, have a drink, and let it all out. You're among fellow floodians here so don't be shy.
Opened on August 17, 2014
[b][Menu][/b]
Water
Soda
Beer
Rum
Vodka
Scotch
750
Long Island iced tea
Whiskey
Wine
Bacta
Fuel
Ale
Mead
Milk
Coffee
Anything else you can think of we've probably got!
[b]Workers[/b]
[spoiler]
[b][bartenders][/b]
FeelGoodCEO [i]formally The Traveler [/i](owner)
Dyr Dragon
Rain
Elemental
A Fox
CounterStorm5
Eli
King Rekt II
lNovaStormzl
Kikkik02
Crush da Sickest
EnderWolf1013
Corvus98
Squabbled (cook)
Alondite9087(head cook)
Griyff
Julie (waitress)
LilMissSunshine
[b][bouncers][/b]
FletchTheSniper (head bouncer)
SGTPineapple
Biosmiley
Spartan A145
Psychomech
GingerSnap
BannedMechetti
B10nary (anti-desticle specialist)
Exodus
Iron Tarkus
Demonic Sniper ( Anti Sniper Squad)
TrevDaddyz
Quiggles Mcgee
[b][desticulinator][/b]
Billy
[b][Musicians][/b]
Dragon Sniper 3 (M.C)
SzyGuy (DJ)
WORKSHOPWIZARD (Guitarist/Vocalist)
Squishie1984 (multi talented instrumentalist)
Rocketman287 (electric guitarist)
Triple B (Drummer)
Space Fox (piano man)
MalvOfAlaska (second guitarist)
[b][Entertainment][/b]
TheKnaveOfDeath (Gif.er)
Jester II (You know)
AfroJoe (bar kitten)
BANANA (Story teller)
[b][Engineer][/b]
Tamefrog7
SgtOceanus (mechs and turrets technician)
SilenceOfTheJams (Custodial engineer)
[b][Supplier][/b]
La Foudre
[b][Destinians allowed service][/b]
Fenatsu
master guardian1
rezamaru
masterkitty2015
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[b]Sorry guys but I'm not adding anyone else to the workers! I have way to many as it is! So I'm not responding to anymore requests!
Also no god moding. That makes it no fun for everyone else and it just makes you a jerk.
Oh and one more thing. Fletch's and UlcaM's words are law, seconded only to me. I'm all for having fun guys but don't be that guy.[/b]
[b]workers who left or were fired[/b]
[spoiler]Corey the Kell
Ultimaterobber[/spoiler]
[b]gone but not forgotten[/b]
[b]Keeper of the Bar[/b]
UlcaM
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As I enter the bar all eyes focus on me, the man that has to duck to get through the doorway. I ignore the judgmental glares of the patrons, and quietly make my way to the bar. Finding a group of three open stools I decide to sit upon the middle one. With a weary gaze a look at the bartender, an wait for a response, all the while keeping an eye on both the exit, and the patrons around me.