The Burchell Arms Regulars/Members Test

The Burchell Arms Regulars The Snug - Crumpled Up Newspaper - Staff Cleaning Rota - Broken bottles, Painkillers & the Jukey - Syzpid's Hobby Cupboard - No! No! The beer barrels go in the cellar! - Cabbie Sam's Dartboard (AKA The Deadbeat List) - The Burchell Arms Employee Of The Month! - Jesus Sante's Patented Drinks & Cocktail Menu Joining the BAR - Getting Your Round In - Our Glorious, Proud and Steadfast Members! Beer Valhalla or Bust - Our Friends Across Malton Joining the B.A.R So, you've decided to take out a BAR-tab, and settle down on the faded and slightly sticky banquette you've appropriated in the Burch; so the question is what you need to do to make it all official-like. Well, it's very straightforward. You need to visit our forum and introduce yourself at the very least; preferably you'll join in the community there as well; you won't have another character in the BAR either and the final thing you need to do is type The Burchell Arms Regulars in your Group Affiliation wotsit and that's it, you're in, and you've a line of credit with us that'd sink a small bank. You don't even need to worry that your survivor's dark history as either a zombie, vandal, or even a murderer might deny you access to joining our group? Relax, the BAR welcomes all survivors, so long as they have forsaken these paths and are truly looking for a new start with us. Don't worry if you have a few zombie skills. Why, we even have one recruit who has the Brain Rot skill, and, surprisingly now... A teetotaller. I know, we thought it could never happen, but it has! Finally, you can even add our little tag below to your wiki page if that floats yer boat. Burchell Arms Regulars (Allied) <<BLANK>> supports the BAR, often literally. Getting Your Round In Like a Group of Autistic Kindergartners... We are a bit like that, if we're honest with ourselves. We're not the most organised group in the game, see; although, when the chips are down we do occasionally complain to the daft arse who dropped them in the first place. We also can get riled into action; it's a fine sight seeing us reel and veer around the streets of Rolt Heights and Pescodside, all angry and righteously indignant at the depravities and anguish that has befallen all of us in Malton; it's either that or the beer has gone warm. Anyhow, we don't really have a structure per se; we're more of a meritocracy and we vote and consult on all changes in policy and strategy. This we do on our forum, where you're very welcome to come and visit. We do have a system whereby we have some owner-operators who generally are the ones who're left cashing up on an evening, or arm-deep in the third floor lavvy trying to unblock what Mycrof has gone and left down there. They also try and offer a kindly guiding hand to the newer members, or those who're just that bit drunker. Not that anyone appreciates us, oh no, it's just whinge, whinge, whinge round here... So anyway, as a Regular you'll be able to count on the dang-tootingest group of drunks Malton could possibly produce. Our Glorious, Proud and Steadfast Members! All of these people can lay claim to their own tankard or bar-stool. And well they might; becoming a regular of the Burch is approaching something holy; like Father O'Keefe's socks; once you become a regular then you join fairly hallowed company; however, you might want something a bit more. The following table describes our current regulars, the people who wander in, clutching their pocket-money handed to them by their significant others and demand their due - generally an alcoholic beverage of varying coldness depending on whether we've got a generator running. But we don't just have regulars, oh no Siree Bob... We have Knights Watchmen, a band of brothers (and sisters) who strive to keep the place nice and tidy and griefer free. We have the Revive Corps who administer elastoplasts when we get papercuts and revive needles when we get eaten. We also have the Newsteam who... well, basically shirk their normal responsibilities in favour of getting right royally rollocksed. You can see who does what in our pub-quiz team outlined below... Member Name Assignment Date Joined trb3h7 Puking in the toilets at The Burchell Arms August 2006 McDeade Disorderly and drunk atThe Burchell Arms August 2006 hector malo Racking up drinks at The Burchell Arms April 2007 Mortenmenschn Drunk on duty? Why yes sir! It's The Burchell Arms Way! July 2007 Jesus Sante Dishing out margeritas like they're going out of fashion at The Burchell Arms July 2008 LSvlad As mad as a monkey with a baseball bat, but the The Burchell Arms favourite eight-ball. August 2008 father o keefe The trouserless chief ofThe Revive Corps January 2010 Todd Rommellski Holder of The Burchell Arms award for malt-whisky snorting. January 2010 tyx94 The man who madeThe Knight Watchmen so feared. March 2010 billy gene Shouting at tramps outside of The Burchell Arms April 2010 Johnny Darque Setting up the moonshine still at The Burchell Arms May 2010 pintofvodka Drinking pints of hard liquor at The Burchell Arms June 2010 Officer Sheaffer Holding his clapper-board forThe Burchell Newscast Team (Radiomen) September 2010 Winter Gale Drunk under a table at The Burchell Arms October 2010 Danger Lightfoot Violent nutcase in charge ofThe Knight Watchmen December 2010 Rockefella Plaza Dashingly handsome and a member of The Revive Corps December 2010 Syzpid With a big haircut and shiny teeth, he's the head ofThe Burchell Newscast Team (Radiomen) February 2011 Rebecca Sensecal The Resident Doctor fromThe Revive Corps May 2011 Dani Do Kicking butt and making cocktails at The Burchell Arms May 2011 Dr Walter Guedner Jabbing the lifeless forThe Revive Corps May 2011 Marlo Bean Doing a yard of ale at The Burchell Arms June 2011 GoldenBanana Gi'ing the bad guys laldy for The Knight Watchmen June 2011 Ed Zeplin Breaking hearts and heads for The Knight Watchmen August 2011 TedBundy187 Boozed up and grooving at The Burchell Arms September 2011 Cabbie Sam Kicking arse for The Knight Watchmen November 2011 Victor Dracul Setting up an insurance scam atThe Burchell Arms November 2011 Konig Ludwig Schloss Trying to initiate a bierkeller at The Burchell Arms December 2011 BBC Camera Man Drunk in a sticky pool of stale beer at The Burchell Arms December 2011 Zabuden Bringing booze to the lifeless as a member of The Revive Corps January 2012 mikey77uk Making The Burchell Arms a nicer place January 2012 Milo1228 Sitting in the corner playing his guitar drunkenly at The Burchell Arms January 2012 Mycrof Pouring draft beer direct into his gob at The Burchell Arms January 2012 X John Holmes X Waggling his enormous dongle at The Burchell Arms January 2012 Christoph dines Munching on the crisps atThe Burchell Arms February 2012 Dominick Aldaine Can be found injecting vodka into his eyeball at The Burchell Arms March 2012 Markus Andrews Gargling neat vodka atThe Burchell Arms March 2012 Badquack Enjoying the hospitality at The Burchell Arms March 2012 Klausen propping up the bar atThe Burchell Arms May 2012 Virgil Hughes He's eaten all the dry roasted nuts at The Burchell Arms June 2012 a dirty old hobo makingThe Burchell Arms smell slightly funnier than normal June 2012 DenTommes Making her way through a bottle of scotch at The Burchell Arms June 2012 nihilas Lounging around at The Burchell Arms July 2012 Alice Gravesend Whupping the ass of any zergers for The Knight Watchmen July 2012 Beer Valhalla Or Bust! Despite being as close to heaven as you can get without spending a fortune on illegal narcotics, or, worse, dying we recognise that at times life (real or imagined) catches up with you and that you may move on. It's sad. We cry real, salty tears. But that's life in Malton. Below is the roll-call of those who've disappeared over the years; either eaten up by zombies or overtaken by creeping ennui. There's also, believe it or not, a few people who've been thrown out of the Regulars! These swines have basically shat in their own back yard, and, despite being as laid back as Timothy Leary after an accident in a Valerian factory we just couldn't stand for it. This is them: Paynegiver; Survivor77; Rock Hardon; mikuelify We turned our (collective) back on them in a very theatrical way. Here follows a roll-call of regulars who gave excellent service; the ones who opened up whatever the weather; the ones who threw out the trouble-makers; the ones who polished the horse-brasses; the ones who stood out in the rain, waiting to jab colleagues and chums at Otto. We miss them greatly and wish we could talk to the dead like a demented medium. You know who you are. We love you dearly. Jim Phil; Mark Fredrick; SerPiggy; tommy monahan; Blooblah; Bart Dartson; Clint Harbringer; puppyz; RedBalfour; TrickyNick; Styliann Vuldaroq; Max Fenix; jezter24; Heiny; GhosteOfSpectar; Ilsa Koch; zombiegroo; Senor El Spielburgo; prettylvingdead; John Primus; AvatarJTC; Warstorm; Zydeco Zed; jamsies; Miss Val; CG2; Kal Palla; Kittystrophy; SPECTER77; Br0adway17; MrGomez; Torjim; Deacon Steele; slugger1; malmutekid; Hintasur Gastaunt; GenWolf; K1NKY FR1EDMAN; Bobby McKinney; PFC Casper; Padraig Lamhfada; Major Motion Picture; Dollar Menu; CalMcDonald; Tommy1504; snorkel krunt; Nick Crandell; Leo Leonardo III; chupadocta; imthe3vilpenguin; Bushidough; George Baily;ewefluffypup; Kurt Jackson; AvalroMesa; Clive Rees; Scott Albom; A Stoned Hippy; Gabriel Tomson; Jackie Storm; Azearoth; FFSmith; Tyler Casten; Charlie Cruz; Yuri Alexandrovich And for all the rest of you, who vanished one evening with the twenty quid we'd cobbled together for the kebabs, well, there's lots of you and we salute you. Take care out there.