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Jokes in traveller.

Q: Why do the zhodani have war robots and the third imperium have marines?
A: The zhodani got to pick first!

(Saw a modern wolrd version of that on the net just now and the traveller version just sort of jumped into my brain...)
 
Q: Why did the Hiver cross the road?
A: <waves arms/hands/fingers and legs/feet/toes and blinks eyes in a semi-random order and you feel manipulated>

I guess it doesn't translate too well.
 
What do you call a Zhodani Dimplomatic Vessel crashing?

A good start.

And into the Arden Capital?

2 for the price of one!
 
A nobleman walks into a startown bar. He walks up to the bartender and declares, "I bet you 10,000Cr I can bite my right eye!" He puts 10,000 Cr down on the bar.

The bartender thinks for a moment, puts 10,000Cr down on the bar, and says, "I've been known to take a bet once in a while. Go ahead!"

The nobleman takes out his cybernetic right eye and bites it. He then takes the money from the bar.

The nobleman says, "I will bet you another 10,000Cr," he puts the bartender's stack of bills back down on the bar, "that I can bite my left eye. No, the other eye isn't cybernetic."

The bartender is looking down at his money and wants it back. He says, "Sure." He puts down another stack of 10,000Cr.

The nobleman takes out his dentures and bites his left eye. He takes the money from the bar.

The nobleman says, "I have to give you a chance to win your money back. I will bet you 50,000Cr that if you line up ten one-liter glasses along these bar stools, I will get up on the stools, and piss into the glasses, and fill each one up to the top while hopping from stool to stool, and never spill a drop."

The bartender says, "No implants, no extra containers?"

The nobleman says, "Completely natural biology only!"

The bartender sighs and says, "I should know better by now, but I really want my money back." He puts down 50,000Cr off to one side and puts out the one-liter glasses.

The nobleman puts down 50,000Cr by the bartender's stack of credits. He hops up on the first bar stool, unzips, and goes to work. His pisses everywhere, the bar, the bartender, and almost the patrons, he never leaves the stool, and misses all the glasses.

The bartender lights up, all smiles, and grabs the money. "Thanks!"

The nobleman, also smiling, "Thank you, as well!"

The bartender says, "Why are you smiling, you lost 50,000Cr!"

The nobleman, "Yeah, but I bet the Aslan standing outside 10,000,000Cr that I could piss all over you and your bar and you would be smiling about it."
 
An Imperial Noble, a Droyne and a Vargr walk into a bar and each order a pint. It just so happens there is a plague of flying worms and each winds up with one in his pint.

The Imperial notes the flying worm and notifies the bartender: "My lager is polluted! I'll take another or the bureaucracy will pull your license!"

The Droyne noticing the flying worm, pulls it from the pint and releases it saying: "It's just one of Grandfather's small creatures."

The Vargr however, grabs the flying worm and yells at it: "Cough it up you thieving worm!"
 
What do you call a room filled with all the RPGers in your town?





Empty!!

A cruel but often true situation these days however on a brighter note:

In my town, the room would have to be a ball room...

Spoiler:
The last local con, a few years ago, had well over ONE HUNDRED in attendance. (It folded because a large enough venue was too expensive.) And just about everyone in attendance had 3-4 gamers not showing.

Not to mention the 50 or so regular Camarilla types in the early part of the 00's. And the 100 or so SCAdians, about half of whom are gamers. (The other half seem opposed to RPGs.)
 
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