Third drink

[baldspacemarine]

[Sup brofist? Need a place to stay? The Gates of Hell has you covered. We eschew expensive and ineffective "magical barriers" and "god-like powers" in favor of blowing away any son-of-a-bitch that so much as smells like a zombie that comes within 25 feet of the door with Rodin's massive hand-cannon that he calls a twelve-guage. It's also crafted in the fires of hell, so don't thank god. Thank someone else.

He'll also be selling extra weapons to whoever needs it. Though nothing in this world is free.]

Hey, check this out: Whadya buyin'!?

Heh heh heh. Heard that in a game once.