You can now 'down' your beer and other bar drinks for the purpose of finishing it instead of having to drink it 5 times in a row.
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|-||White||9s||I am just a boy.|
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|-||MrJDucky2||4s||I'm actually a Duck in real life. Honest <3|
|j||Johnny||13h||New Code Written Nightly. Not a GM.|
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Don't forget the pointy shoes. Fat lazy guys in pointy shoes.
Is it possible to get drinks that you automatically slam like tequila? I'd be happy to take a poll to see how many people actually sip their tequila like it does in the game. I know I don't and Lucien's player and I have had this conversation before, which if I remember right he doesn't either.
Earthworm Jim has no feet to put shoes in. And the integrated shoes/boots thing are of a space suit variety, in style at least. I don't think they are pointy, but but yeah, his head is *grins*. You could by a stilleto *gets his coat*
It's a good addition; the spamy unrealistic string of messages to down a drink were bad, and now are no more. Great.........oh I don't play anymore *shrugs* *reads a particular fanfic*
Damn you Xeethot, I was just coming to post something to that effect, you suck.
Ohh well, but to be compleatly serious(Yes, it is possible), I find that to be a rather good idea, in cases where drinks are several drinks, but what of thos that actualy are one or two dirinks. I Just mean that in such a case, you wouldn't be sitting there gulping a shot, now would ya?
That's my 2 cents for now... Do I get change back for that? Tee hee... :wink:
I think that would be cool to see, as long as I wasn't the guy next to you. It could also add to their description the line at the end:
<pronoun> is covered from head to toe in vomit.
Heh, that would be cool.
A small LED board appears in the air in front of you, across it's digital face scrolls a messages from Johnny
He pages, "...this is so freaking wierd, I can't keep doing what I'm doing to get around this"