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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 22:45:16 GMT -5
Sargon Greyjoy: 25 Erik Pyke: 79 Cedric Lannister: 57 Needs to be better than: 30
Sargon Greyjoy's mouth is big, but his gut appears to be small...trying to drink more quickly to sate the booing reavers, his gulp is too much to handle and it all comes quickly up. He is mocked and derided for his trouble. Erik Pyke and Cedric Lannister continue to drink.
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Post by Erik on Nov 9, 2007 22:46:06 GMT -5
I am going to need to write up a drinking training scenario.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 9, 2007 22:46:10 GMT -5
You fucking English. Always assuming you can outdrink the Americans. Haha, dude, I'd like to see a yank outdrink a proper, note i said proper, Mancunian bar.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 22:47:36 GMT -5
Erik Pyke: 43 Cedric Lannister: 21 Needs to be better than: 40
Now it's Cedric's turn to turn and empty his stomach, the greasy vomit slowly spreading across the wooden longtable. One of the serving men runs a filthy rag across it before more food arrives for the Ironmen.
Erik Pyke is hailed as the manliest of the three challengers, having now beaten them with axes and with horns.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 9, 2007 22:50:50 GMT -5
Nowai! I loose again.
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Post by sagewolf on Nov 9, 2007 22:51:18 GMT -5
Cedric falls asleep on the table.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 22:52:11 GMT -5
My dice seem to like Erik Pyke.
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Post by Erik on Nov 9, 2007 23:02:34 GMT -5
You are rolling for everything I do from now on, Rhod.
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