NationStates Jolt Archive

Alexi put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder.

"No hard feelings Comrade. I was just testing you. Perhaps you could introduce me to the rest of your group...."

Mel had 3 Glocks with him, he was ready for any shootout.

"Alrighty then" Replied Jonathan, pointing to three men "First off, this is Alexander Hasley, my brother. Second, there is Remmington Hasley, my ancestor, who i believe you have already met, ant that guy over there is Mel Watson, a friend of mine when we where alive" Said Jonthan, pausing to take a breath

"I never had any brothers, it must be nice to have brothers."

"Hello Mel." Said Alexi

"Hello Mel." Said Alexi

"Hell Alexi, are you a leader?"

"Well I was.... Former Comrade-President of Duneria.

"I see, I was the former President of Greal."said Mel.

"Aye, Dunerian, your drink is done" Said Alexander, sliding the drink down the countertop to Alexi

Mel drank his Vodka and refilled it, if he drank like this for days, he could die, but since he was already dead, it did not matter.

Billard who seemed to take a liking to this new place, decided to start talking to however was listening,


"So weve been shot, beaten and bruised, what happens if this body is incinerated...bar keep get me 200 proof whatever you got, someone get me a match, I need a volunteer"

A man walks into the bar wearing very old clothing, he sits and orders a Roy Rogers.

Jonathan handed the man his drink, and then asked "What year where you killed?"

"I died of natural causes in 1950 BC" he said

Bill Watson sat at the other side of the bar, thinking what to do.

"I died of natural causes in 1950 BC" he said

"BC?" Said Jonathan confused "That's more than 2000 years ago!"

An eruption of glittering mist momentarily envelops a small corner of the bar as two young men step out of it. The younger-looking, trophy-eared, darker-complexioned of the two comes into view immediately, while the image of the other seems to struggle against the barrier to whatever plane of existence the duo have stumbled into. His figure never solidifies, but remains a pale, ghostlike impression.

The first of the gentlemen, after gesturing at the barkeep for two Arrogant Bastard Ales, turns back to his friend and glares oddly at him. "Yo Jimmy, how come you're all see-through? Why can't you come in? And where the freak are we, anyway?"

"We appear to have entered a realm of the dead, Ambassador," Jimmy replies as he floats alongside his friend, on the way to the counter. "And since I'm very much alive, I don't seem to be able to enter."

The ambassador glares at him obviously. "But I'm able to!" he points out. "How come I can, and you can't?"

"Because, in one version of your autobiography, you are dead (ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Susa_Batko-Yovino)."

Susa's eyes widen in horror. "But I can't be dead!" he protests. "I can't be! I was just in the General Assembly last week, kicking everyone in the nuts!"

"I know that, sir," Jimmy assures him, "but the account of your tenure as king of Karmicaria seems to end with you detonating yourself and blowing up the queen. And now, for some strange reason, you're assumed by many to have survived."

"You mean, I was killed off, but now I'm back?" Susa demands angrily, raising an accusatory finger. "Dude, you're Godmoding! Quit Godmoding!"

But Jimmy only vanishes into nothingness, leaving Susa to ponder whether the two of them had just pounded against the Fourth Wall so much that the gods wouldn't let him back. He shrugs and turns back to the counter to see if his beer has arrived yet.