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[givesomeback]

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Cocksuckers of all other varieties who might come upon these words; permit a freshly lost soul his ignorance for just one moment and allow me to enquire

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[f_ckitybye]

Oh, I fucking like you, Mr Swearengen.

And the answer to your question is, yes. Welcome to the Barge. Malcolm Tucker's the name, and I'm an inmate here myself.

[givesomeback]

Well aren't you a fucking astute judge of character, Malcolm Tucker!

[Brief pause as he processes what you've said.]

You're an inmate. Would it be remiss of me to suppose that's a term I'll want to get used to applying to myself?

[f_ckitybye]

That depends. Did you have a chin-wag with a cunt calls himself the Admiral and make a deal with him to come here when you shuffled off the mortal coil, or did you just wake up and find yourself here without any fucking choice?

[givesomeback]

The latter.

[hopeless_hacker]

This isn't Hell. Terms like 'purgatory' and 'limbo' get thrown around a lot but there's really no need to consider the Barge in religious terms.

[givesomeback]

I'm afraid when it comes to terms by which we consider the afterlife; save the religious ones I tend to find myself somewhat bereft. Being as the more godless approach (as I understand it) sees us lyin' in the earth as mindless bodies of meat and bone, the instance of our having this conversation somewhat fucking excludes it.

[hopeless_hacker]

I could go into quantum theory but I'll put it this way, then: it isn't an afterlife because this isn't it. Your existence on Earth isn't necessarily over.

I'm assuming you're an Inmate since none of this has been explained to you already, so in brief: the Barge is intended for rehabilitation of people who have died but are considered capable of earning a second chance. Inmates who have changed for the better, by the Admiral's perspective, can go back to their lives. I don't really think there's any afterlife that lets you do that.

[givesomeback]

So in other words it's a mid-life pause, during which a man might incline his consciousness towards nobler endeavors than he is fucking accustomed?

[Pauuuuuuuuuuse.]

You're telling me that If I make good I get to go back?

[givesomeback]

Well that... defies the common understanding of what befalls a corpse. Sure as fuck wasn't what I was expecting, at least.

[gimmethemap]

Hell wasn't oversold. You just narrowly missed it.

Captain Morgan Adams. Welcome to the Barge.

[givesomeback]

So I'm told.

You a military man, Adams?

[gimmethemap]

No on two counts. Maritime. And woman.

[givesomeback]

Well, you'll have to pardon my fucking presumption, Miss Adams. It wouldn't be that I've met any shortage of cooch that could fulfill the role, but rather it's the cock that would follow, that's in short supply.

[you_run_i_chase]

I fucking think I may fucking loathe you less than everyone fucking else here, Al. I really fucking do.

[givesomeback]

I often fucking wonder if there ain't something to the nature of a bartender that incites that kind of response. Pleased to fucking hear it either way.

[you_run_i_chase]

If only the fucking pub was fucking open and we fucking had some fucking booze.

Private - He TOTALLY HAS ONE BOTTLE OF HOOCH IN HIS ROOM.

[givesomeback]

... Please don't tell me this place is fucking dry?