<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">GAME MANGLER<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/></span></span></div><br/><strong>Harley</strong><br/><br/>{GOD test: Harley has a GOD of 3.  At 2010-03-14 23:31:55, Harley (uid: 9411) rolls: 3d10 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=14387)}<br/><br/>18 vs. 12: Success!<br/><br/>As Harley mumbled her incantation into her mug, she was rewarded with the feeling of satisfaction of a spell successfully taking effect.  Every magic user has, at one point or another, experienced the sensation, which is impossible to describe to someone untrained in the arcane arts.  Roughly speaking, it was a bit like an icy kiss<em>and</em>a pleasant warming sensation,<em>exactly at the same time</em>.  She didn't even have to taste the ale to know that the moment it would hit her tongue it would turn into cool, clear, pure spring water.<br/><br/>The keeper's smug, toothy grin began to fade after the sixth round, and disappeared entirely after the fifteenth.  The contest, which had started out as an entertaining opportunity to watch a pretty girl become hopelessly soused, now had the makings of something truly epic.  The entire room had gathered around the table to watch, the noisy hubbub turning into a stunned and impressed silence.<br/><br/>Around round twenty-six, Bart seemed to show signs of trouble.  His convivial expression was flushed, his good eye unfocused.  He hiccuped frequently, and when he went to grab for his mug, his fingers missed and closed on empty air.   The tension in the air had now stretched to nearly palpable levels.  As the two drinkers put down glass after glass after glass, the bystanders began to hold their breath without realizing it.<br/><br/>On his thirty-second glass, the bartender screwed up his massive, bearded face, wobbled a bit, opened his mouth to say something--and then quietly slipped out of his chair and spilled out onto the floor.<br/><br/>Instantly there was huge rush of air, like that of fourty people all taking a breath at once.  They stared at Harley, who was still sitting in her seat without having any apparent ill effects at all.<br/><br/>Except for, that is, a bladder that felt on the verge of bursting.  If she didn't find an outhouse, boudoir, chamber pot, or even a hole in the ground soon, it felt like it would soon explode.<br/><br/>"That was amazing!" cried the thin man with the soppy mustache, seizing her by the hand and blocking her escape.  "I've never seen...how did you do that? I really must know!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>