I want you all to pretend that this is a rpg about a small pub that is constantly in a state of chaos. Things move by chance and its realy random so lets write a 3 word game about this.
A man enters.........
Thread: walk in and have a seat game
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wearing a hat
and a banjo
orders a drink
and a tavernmaid :P
that he could
form a bond
though not of...
same typical kind...
Thwarg steps in...
a mud puddle
since it's raining
obsceneties pour from...
his white-bearded face...
(a STRONG face ;-p)
then blow bubbles
while smoke pours
from the heavens.
The miserable inn-keeper...
strongly asked them
to wipe their
miserable little faces
because the musicians
played touching songs
through their noses
which snot poured
all over the
the sheet music(,.)
soggy they were
and kept on
playing their music(,.)
Through the door...
the drums rythm
waft and horns
made such great
parping noises that
earplugs were supplied...
to every third
fan who were
fortune enough to
see them play
even if they
didnt have any
thing planned so
they sometimes might
go out for
some food and
for a new
kind of softdrink
that was fizzless
