WELCOME, friends and all! Here, we brew DRINKS!

Now, way back in Goofmodder, I made this establishment. It's a no-fighting zone for all and ANY entities and factions to sit down, get drunk, and have fun.

So what's yer order?

I remember a cat who used to order the most destructive ridiculous thing he could think of that vaguely qualified as liquid, just because the bartenders kept doing it without batting an eye. Like, 'garnished with explosives and holy weapons' ridiculous and destructive.

Uh...I'll have an orange juice, thanks.

freshly squeezed right in front of ya!

Here ya go. Nedben, right?

Yeah, thanks. Drink acquired! Payment transferred.

So, I'm fairly new here. Anything interesting up lately? I hear drinking establishments are supposed to be full of tales with varying sordidity attached.

I ain't got news yet, but perhaps once I get into a DTG story I'll have some for ya.

I order a cup of Liquid Paradox with a hint of Zilyydshcawlichlemon and a bit a of lime. Delicious.
I've heard of this Homestuck Reference Counter. Once it logs a certain amount of references, it- Oh I have to dop STG. [/i]I yank out the result of Laptop && Fourth Wall && Update Terminal && #Alchemy Update Terminal and begin dopping

I can provide the lime. You'll have to give the other stuff, sir.

I'd like a soda composed of the space-time continuum and carbonated with the last breaths of a dying god, chilled with ice from comets and planetary rings and garnished with one of those paper umbrellas, please.

That reminds me, bartender. My pieces in Slay the Godmodder could use some help: don't forget it's 2 +1s per post and you get two a round in that game for some reason.

I'm drafting a bit of a Destroy the Godmodder myself, but I'm waiting for Golden Sunrise to finish Jcink transfer before I pen down the core module beyond some draft.

Fragments whirl. A very miniature paradox oxen swirls into existence by a flurrying cloud of entropic pink-purples, before collapsing in liquid form into a suitably formidable white drinking cup and taking the cloud with it. The fragments return to a shifting sphere of ioun stones without much thought, orbiting the plantman with the space helmet.

Er....what kind of liquid paradox where you looking for, again?

Any works. A " Zilyydshcawlichlemon" is needed, too, and Apex wants a Godhood. Heck, you want to work with me? This'll be hard since people want crazy drinks.

I dump out my stuff and yank out the materials for the drink
Here

The things are (admittedly) pretty much forced together and sealed in a cup, then slid on over

There you go.

Sip Delicious!
TheMadHarrison leveled up! He climbs up the Echeladder to a new rank: Questgiving Tavernman!
He unlocks Drinktech Lvl. 7: Serve it to you!
He unlocks Battle Technique Lvl. 10: Paradox Brew!
His first combat Operandi will be unlocked at Lvl. 15.

Uh. Okay. Good drink.

Oh, so now I have attacks?

Like, what? I've clearly also got like, 6 other Drinktechs and 9 other Battle Techniques. I mean, why would I have "Serve It To Ya" and "Paradox Brew" at level 7 and 10 respectively?

How do I even attack? What level am I on a numeric scale?!

SOMEONE MAKE SENSE HERE!!!


(And note, I did read Homestuck and Problem Sleuth, and neither made much sense to me)

heh
You don't get one of those things every level.
You could use that in STG though

Well, I just came back from collecting those last breaths. However, the only dying god in the Milky Way right now was one of... various extreme sensory reactions. I managed to get his breath that tastes better than anything in all of reality, but please don't sniff it; it'll give you an epileptic seizure so bad you'll die in seconds.
Hands over a bottle filled with swirling, rainbow gas. Also hands over another glass with a ghostly blender blade on the underside of the lid.
Just carefully pour in the carbonation, add some of the ice that's about to fall through the roof from a passing comet, give it a good shake and voila! Soda made of reality. Oh, also the glass needs a paper umbrella to work properly or it'll leak the epilepsy gas. Thanks!

Blinking a few times (and then getting some rubber gloves and a gas mask on for safety), it's CAREFULLY forced together, paper umbrella included

Drink this outside, ok? This is going to probably get paradoxical.

Sleeping King's beard, I'll have to let Lord Liebschen order one of those sometime.

The form of the Nedben flickers briefly, switching from plantman to orzfinger to greenness to golden vines in the shape of a man to manifest regret to a sword of grief and seeds to a song to a moonlit table to a book to a disliked child to finally settle upon the ambiguously white human with short brown hair and hazel eyes, who wears black robes bound by teal sash, who at last takes a sip of that orange juice.

Whoops, form.

I think the territory laws are flexible at the moment. Translational gameboard isn't aggregate and all that, so mechanics flow in and out of existence for the sake of comedy.

So basically due to the fact that this is a zone where all timelines and spatial-whatevers can collide and combine, things get weird?

Goes outside and drinks the eldritch horror of a soda, then comes back in

Absolutely amazing drinks here. How did you know existential crisis was my favorite flavor of cosmic soda? I've been trying to get that stupid cup to match my thoughts for who knows how long, but I can never figure out how to use it properly, and the instruction manual is written in some primordial language.
On another note, what are you planning for STG? And why is there a small tear in reality in the wine rack?