news feed; Thursday, July 14th, 2011
Thursday; July 14th, 2011
Weather Cloudy with sunny breaks. A few showers likely. Chance of thundershowers. 18 °C and a low of 11°C (64deg;F/50°F)e
Current Moon Phase: Full Moon
Morning sirens will go off at 5:27 am, and evening sirens will go off at 9:09 pm.
Eviction Notices
None
[HOWEVER: Newcomers in the Starter Apartments will be receiving another WELCOME PACKAGE of appeasing goodies from AGI and SERO, along with information about upcoming Corporate Job Fairs. These will appear in plain canvas totebags at your door, filled with basic mini-size toiletries, a public transportation map, and plenty of advertisement materials, including several small coupons and vouchers to local corporate-backed businesses.
AGI will provide a $20 gift certificate towards any affiliated restaurant or counter-service eatery, and SERO will provide a $20 gift card valid at the nearest three Sector 4 locations of their pharmacy chain, Seronex.]
Food Critic: Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater
RAGNAR MAGNUSSON.
For one glorious evening - one evening of mead, debauchery, and war - I was no longer Petey Dejunay, humble food reviewer. I was--
RAGNAR MAGNUSSON.
What power, readers! What transformation! Can you imagine it? No longer 5'8, 170 pounds, with the body of a Greek god…but rather 6'8, 220 pounds, with the body of a Norse god! I was the wolf-god Fenrir, consuming the sun. I was Jormugandr, twining myself around the earth, intimate as the former Mrs. Dejunay with her bridge partner. Or my bridge partner. Or a bridge. But that's all beside the point, because I was RAGNAR MAGNUSSON, GLORIOUS AND POWERFUL--
But oh, readers, I was still defeated at Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater. HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED, RAGNAR MAGNUSSON? you may ask, your voices echoing from Valhalla to Hel's realm below. Ah, I answer! At times, even the mightiest Norse warriors are defeated. For, after I had seen the magnificent dinner show, complete with longboats landing on a foreign shore and a great deal of spilled blood, I sat down to try to conquer the Nibbleheim's dining challenge.
I thought I could do it. I thought I was prepared for the quchiduturgoacamel. A quail inside a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey inside a goat inside a camel, all topped off with eight flagons of mead and an after-dinner mint - a warrior's dream! But my friends, my warriors, for the very first time in my life…I was slain by a challenger.
The food at the Nibbleheim is impeccable. The theater is uproarious. The fires are occasionally unplanned, admittedly, but at least they're very large. There is no place more fitting than this to finally lay my head to rest, to be taken to Valhalla by busty valkyries…
But which warrior will avenge me?
[After this, there's a brief editor's note stating that Mr. Dejunay is being a drama queen and isn't going anywhere.]
There is a smaller article below featuring Agnar the Brutal, owner and proprietor of the newly opened Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater. Agnar reveals in this exclusive interview that he arrived to the port as a Newcomer in 1981, an Orc from an unknown time and place which resembled old Norse culture. He has served for 30 years as a faithful AGI bouncer and bodyguard for several clubs, retiring last year after an accident landed him with a bad leg.
Since then, he's taken his bonus pay and pension from the deDrago Clan and set out to fulfill a lifelong dream: Owning his own restaurant, and returning to his rowdy scandinavian roots. Nibbleheim is a Sector 8 warehouse completely remodeled to take on the appearance of an authentic mead hall, outfitted with long sturdy tables and handcarved oak panelling lining its aluminum framed outer shell, featuring exquiste detailwork on the rafters and collumns. Furs and shields line the walls, food is plentiful, and souvenir horned helms are availible at the door for an additional fee. Reasonable pricing and all night entertainment make this a fine establishment to slosh enormous tankards of ale with a hearty horde of your best buddies.
Other News
- Augustus Boyce, 44, one of the escaped inmates of St. Theresa's Sanitarium, was brought in early last night. He was cuffed and bound, waiting in the entryway for one of the security guards to bring him in before Darkness. He had a few bruises but he wasn't suffering from any grievous injuries. He had been knocked unconscious prior to his capture and was cursing up a storm when the guards brought him inside. When asked who caught him in, he simply said it was "some punk kid, a cowboy, and a woman in black". He refused to comment further and was sent to his old cell to nurse his pride.
- Flayed Alive at Afterglow xXx
While no AGI news source remarks on the incident, someone at the independant news source is bold enough to send this to print: at approximately 11pm last night, a mysterious occurance left five clients (unnamed for discretional purposes) and one slave randomly flayed in the middle of one of the club's main "mingle-rooms" by no discernable source. Witnesses looked on in horror as bits of skin peeled off random parts of the victim's bodies. According to speculative reports, a subtle magic-user is suspect, perhaps a BSDM or mutilation fetishist who did not bring enough funds to legally purchase company for the night. SERO-affiliated saboteurs are also suspect. Security is still examining camera footage to determine what happened, and prevent future accidents.
- Caregood 'Can't Hug Every Cat' and Counts on You!
One female volunteer who works for Caregood Pound has had a rather embarrassing Online Dating video of hers taken and transformed into a song. The song in question, 'Can't Hug Every Cat' was uploaded to the Internet soon after trucks were sent out to take care of the feline problem in Sector 9. The catchy tune has now been taken and used for the promotion of a small campaign that has stemmed from the volunteers at the Pound itself to try and help find those younger cats who have been proven healthy enough to be introduced into homes for the care and love they deserve.
Debbie, the volunteer whose video was taken and transformed into the song and is at the head of the campaign was quoted saying 'I love all cats, every kind of cat. When I think about how many don't have homes, it just makes me want to take them all home in little baskets.' She had to stop for a moment to gain her composure, for she'd begun crying. 'I'm hoping other cat lovers will be able to help us here at Caregood Pound find homes for all the cats we have here at the Pound. The more animals in homes, the better.' Those interested in adopting a cat are encouraged to contact Caregood Pound or the campaign's promotional website for more details.
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Weather Cloudy with sunny breaks. A few showers likely. Chance of thundershowers. 18 °C and a low of 11°C (64deg;F/50°F)e
Current Moon Phase: Full Moon
Morning sirens will go off at 5:27 am, and evening sirens will go off at 9:09 pm.
Eviction Notices
None
[HOWEVER: Newcomers in the Starter Apartments will be receiving another WELCOME PACKAGE of appeasing goodies from AGI and SERO, along with information about upcoming Corporate Job Fairs. These will appear in plain canvas totebags at your door, filled with basic mini-size toiletries, a public transportation map, and plenty of advertisement materials, including several small coupons and vouchers to local corporate-backed businesses.
AGI will provide a $20 gift certificate towards any affiliated restaurant or counter-service eatery, and SERO will provide a $20 gift card valid at the nearest three Sector 4 locations of their pharmacy chain, Seronex.]
Food Critic: Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater
RAGNAR MAGNUSSON.
For one glorious evening - one evening of mead, debauchery, and war - I was no longer Petey Dejunay, humble food reviewer. I was--
RAGNAR MAGNUSSON.
What power, readers! What transformation! Can you imagine it? No longer 5'8, 170 pounds, with the body of a Greek god…but rather 6'8, 220 pounds, with the body of a Norse god! I was the wolf-god Fenrir, consuming the sun. I was Jormugandr, twining myself around the earth, intimate as the former Mrs. Dejunay with her bridge partner. Or my bridge partner. Or a bridge. But that's all beside the point, because I was RAGNAR MAGNUSSON, GLORIOUS AND POWERFUL--
But oh, readers, I was still defeated at Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater. HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED, RAGNAR MAGNUSSON? you may ask, your voices echoing from Valhalla to Hel's realm below. Ah, I answer! At times, even the mightiest Norse warriors are defeated. For, after I had seen the magnificent dinner show, complete with longboats landing on a foreign shore and a great deal of spilled blood, I sat down to try to conquer the Nibbleheim's dining challenge.
I thought I could do it. I thought I was prepared for the quchiduturgoacamel. A quail inside a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey inside a goat inside a camel, all topped off with eight flagons of mead and an after-dinner mint - a warrior's dream! But my friends, my warriors, for the very first time in my life…I was slain by a challenger.
The food at the Nibbleheim is impeccable. The theater is uproarious. The fires are occasionally unplanned, admittedly, but at least they're very large. There is no place more fitting than this to finally lay my head to rest, to be taken to Valhalla by busty valkyries…
But which warrior will avenge me?
[After this, there's a brief editor's note stating that Mr. Dejunay is being a drama queen and isn't going anywhere.]
There is a smaller article below featuring Agnar the Brutal, owner and proprietor of the newly opened Nibbleheim Viking Bar, Grill, and Dinner Theater. Agnar reveals in this exclusive interview that he arrived to the port as a Newcomer in 1981, an Orc from an unknown time and place which resembled old Norse culture. He has served for 30 years as a faithful AGI bouncer and bodyguard for several clubs, retiring last year after an accident landed him with a bad leg.
Since then, he's taken his bonus pay and pension from the deDrago Clan and set out to fulfill a lifelong dream: Owning his own restaurant, and returning to his rowdy scandinavian roots. Nibbleheim is a Sector 8 warehouse completely remodeled to take on the appearance of an authentic mead hall, outfitted with long sturdy tables and handcarved oak panelling lining its aluminum framed outer shell, featuring exquiste detailwork on the rafters and collumns. Furs and shields line the walls, food is plentiful, and souvenir horned helms are availible at the door for an additional fee. Reasonable pricing and all night entertainment make this a fine establishment to slosh enormous tankards of ale with a hearty horde of your best buddies.
Other News
- Augustus Boyce, 44, one of the escaped inmates of St. Theresa's Sanitarium, was brought in early last night. He was cuffed and bound, waiting in the entryway for one of the security guards to bring him in before Darkness. He had a few bruises but he wasn't suffering from any grievous injuries. He had been knocked unconscious prior to his capture and was cursing up a storm when the guards brought him inside. When asked who caught him in, he simply said it was "some punk kid, a cowboy, and a woman in black". He refused to comment further and was sent to his old cell to nurse his pride.
- Flayed Alive at Afterglow xXx
While no AGI news source remarks on the incident, someone at the independant news source is bold enough to send this to print: at approximately 11pm last night, a mysterious occurance left five clients (unnamed for discretional purposes) and one slave randomly flayed in the middle of one of the club's main "mingle-rooms" by no discernable source. Witnesses looked on in horror as bits of skin peeled off random parts of the victim's bodies. According to speculative reports, a subtle magic-user is suspect, perhaps a BSDM or mutilation fetishist who did not bring enough funds to legally purchase company for the night. SERO-affiliated saboteurs are also suspect. Security is still examining camera footage to determine what happened, and prevent future accidents.
- Caregood 'Can't Hug Every Cat' and Counts on You!
One female volunteer who works for Caregood Pound has had a rather embarrassing Online Dating video of hers taken and transformed into a song. The song in question, 'Can't Hug Every Cat' was uploaded to the Internet soon after trucks were sent out to take care of the feline problem in Sector 9. The catchy tune has now been taken and used for the promotion of a small campaign that has stemmed from the volunteers at the Pound itself to try and help find those younger cats who have been proven healthy enough to be introduced into homes for the care and love they deserve.
Debbie, the volunteer whose video was taken and transformed into the song and is at the head of the campaign was quoted saying 'I love all cats, every kind of cat. When I think about how many don't have homes, it just makes me want to take them all home in little baskets.' She had to stop for a moment to gain her composure, for she'd begun crying. 'I'm hoping other cat lovers will be able to help us here at Caregood Pound find homes for all the cats we have here at the Pound. The more animals in homes, the better.' Those interested in adopting a cat are encouraged to contact Caregood Pound or the campaign's promotional website for more details.
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