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barman: Friendly to the point that you become suspicious of their intent. 1. Americans generally are more confident in the way they present themselves, most other countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into a room full of different nationalities, l guarantee the American person will be the first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence thing, and I admire it. 2. 3. When they use the imperial system. 4. Wearing sneakers with anything 5. Big smiles, firm handshakes Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!") 6. Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look they have about them (fanny pack, backpack bottled water, camera pouch) compared to various other tourists Asians tend to herd together for safety, while Europeans vary between blend-right-in Scandinavian to designer-brands-everywhere French and traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But Americans are the only ones who seem to view a perfectly civilized, modern city like some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap bottled water. 7. They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I can't even begin to imagine making a sentence where great actually means great. 8. 9. Constant clapping. Being surprised about the topless models on page 3. 10. Speaking as a former barman or "bartender" as American customers would say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a barman. l'll occasionally get bought a drink by drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving me money for doing a job that I was already being paid for? Never happened. I would listen for American accents (which were easy to hear due to their natural loudness) and immediately serve them next. 11. Americans describe distances in driving time, as opposed to miles or kilometers. 12. The dead giveaway is when they call you "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling" 13. 14. North face jackets. Everywhere. Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly. Very often you can hear them before you see them 15. theultimatepumpkinpie: notasupersaiyan-yet: built2bulk: berserkerjerk: pr1nceshawn: Giveaways that someone is American, as told by non-Americans. Accurate. This is oddly comforting. Idk why I was expecting a list of negative shit We do do these things a lot and it’s so nice to hear them in a positive light because so often I feel like we’re hated on. Never in my life have I had someone from another country call us friendly. They always say we’re loud and obnoxious (not that that’s not true, it often can be). It’s such a relief to hear something else.
barman: Friendly to the point that you become
 suspicious of their intent.
 1.
 Americans generally are more confident in the
 way they present themselves, most other
 countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into
 a room full of different nationalities, l
 guarantee the American person will be the
 first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence
 thing, and I admire it.
 2.
 3.
 When they use the imperial system.
 4.
 Wearing sneakers with anything
 5.
 Big smiles, firm handshakes
 Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your
 aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or
 "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!")
 6.
 Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look
 they have about them (fanny pack, backpack
 bottled water, camera pouch) compared to
 various other tourists Asians tend to herd
 together for safety, while Europeans vary
 between blend-right-in Scandinavian to
 designer-brands-everywhere French and
 traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But
 Americans are the only ones who seem to
 view a perfectly civilized, modern city like
 some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't
 have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap
 bottled water.
 7.

 They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I
 can't even begin to imagine making a sentence
 where great actually means great.
 8.
 9. Constant clapping.
 Being surprised about the topless models
 on page 3.
 10.
 Speaking as a former barman or
 "bartender" as American customers would
 say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a
 barman. l'll occasionally get bought a drink by
 drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving
 me money for doing a job that I was already
 being paid for? Never happened. I would listen
 for American accents (which were easy to hear
 due to their natural loudness) and
 immediately serve them next.
 11.
 Americans describe distances in driving
 time, as opposed to miles or kilometers.
 12.
 The dead giveaway is when they call you
 "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling"
 13.
 14.
 North face jackets. Everywhere.
 Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly.
 Very often you can hear them before you see
 them
 15.
theultimatepumpkinpie:

notasupersaiyan-yet:

built2bulk:

berserkerjerk:

pr1nceshawn:

Giveaways that someone is American, as told by non-Americans.

Accurate.

This is oddly comforting.

Idk why I was expecting a list of negative shit

We do do these things a lot and it’s so nice to hear them in a positive light because so often I feel like we’re hated on. Never in my life have I had someone from another country call us friendly. They always say we’re loud and obnoxious (not that that’s not true, it often can be). It’s such a relief to hear something else.

theultimatepumpkinpie: notasupersaiyan-yet: built2bulk: berserkerjerk: pr1nceshawn: Giveaways that someone is American, as told by n...

barman: shock if fallout 76 really is a world where "every character is a real person" & there's no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i've established enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character teamOplayerO someone help where's the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over yes-sica God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I Revenge against what, you ask? So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it. I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena. I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day
barman: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day

barman: shock if fallout 76 really is a world where "every character is a real person" & there's no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i've established enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character teamOplayerO someone help where's the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over yes-sica God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I Revenge against what, you ask? So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it. I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena. I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; I hope I can become this spiteful one day
barman: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

barman: 15 Dead Giveaways That Somebody Is American, As Told Bv Non-Americans. Friendly to the point that you become suspicious of their intent 1. Americans generally are more confident in the way they present themselves, most other countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into a room full of different nationalities, I guarantee the American person will be the first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence thing, and I admire it. 2. 3. When they use the imperial system. 4. Wearing sneakers with anything 5. Big smiles, firm handshakes Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!") 6. Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look they have about them (fanny pack, backpack, bottled water, camera pouch) compared to various other tourists Asians tend to herd together for safety, while Europeans vary between blend-right-in Scandinavian to designer-brands-everywhere French and traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But Americans are the only ones who seem to view a perfectly civilized, modern city like some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap bottled water. 7. 8. They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I can't even begin to imagine making a sentence where great actually means great. 9. Constant clapping Being surprised about the topless models on page 3. 10. Speaking as a former barman or "bartender" as American customers would say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a barman. I'll occasionally get bought a drink by drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving me money for doing a job that I was already being paid for? Never happened. I would listen for American accents (which were easy to hear due to their natural loudness) and immediately serve them next. 11. Americans describe distances in driving time, as opposed to miles or kilometers. 12. The dead giveaway is when they call you "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling". 13. 14. North face jackets. Everywhere. Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly Very often you can hear them before you see them 15. srsfunny:We Do Love Americans
barman: 15 Dead Giveaways That
 Somebody Is American,
 As Told Bv Non-Americans.
 Friendly to the point that you become
 suspicious of their intent
 1.
 Americans generally are more confident in the
 way they present themselves, most other
 countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into
 a room full of different nationalities, I
 guarantee the American person will be the
 first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence
 thing, and I admire it.
 2.
 3.
 When they use the imperial system.
 4.
 Wearing sneakers with anything
 5.
 Big smiles, firm handshakes
 Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your
 aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or
 "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!")
 6.
 Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look
 they have about them (fanny pack, backpack,
 bottled water, camera pouch) compared to
 various other tourists Asians tend to herd
 together for safety, while Europeans vary
 between blend-right-in Scandinavian to
 designer-brands-everywhere French and
 traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But
 Americans are the only ones who seem to
 view a perfectly civilized, modern city like
 some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't
 have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap
 bottled water.
 7.
 8. They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I
 can't even begin to imagine making a sentence
 where great actually means great.
 9. Constant clapping
 Being surprised about the topless models
 on page 3.
 10.
 Speaking as a former barman or
 "bartender" as American customers would
 say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a
 barman. I'll occasionally get bought a drink by
 drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving
 me money for doing a job that I was already
 being paid for? Never happened. I would listen
 for American accents (which were easy to hear
 due to their natural loudness) and
 immediately serve them next.
 11.
 Americans describe distances in driving
 time, as opposed to miles or kilometers.
 12.
 The dead giveaway is when they call you
 "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling".
 13.
 14.
 North face jackets. Everywhere.
 Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly
 Very often you can hear them before you see
 them
 15.
srsfunny:We Do Love Americans

srsfunny:We Do Love Americans

barman: andsome BARMAN IS PRETTY DON'T DRVE 50 48 <p>Una buena forma de saber si has bebido </p> <p>&ldquo;Si ves guapo al camarero, no conduzcas&rdquo;</p>
barman: andsome
 BARMAN IS PRETTY
 DON'T DRVE
 50
 48
<p>Una buena forma de saber si has bebido </p>

<p>&ldquo;Si ves guapo al camarero, no conduzcas&rdquo;</p>

<p>Una buena forma de saber si has bebido </p> <p>&ldquo;Si ves guapo al camarero, no conduzcas&rdquo;</p>

barman: Friendly to the point that you become suspicious of their intent. 1. Americans generally are more confident in the way they present themselves, most other countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into a room full of different nationalities, l guarantee the American person will be the first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence thing, and I admire it. 2. 3. When they use the imperial system. 4. Wearing sneakers with anything 5. Big smiles, firm handshakes Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!") 6. Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look they have about them (fanny pack, backpack bottled water, camera pouch) compared to various other tourists Asians tend to herd together for safety, while Europeans vary between blend-right-in Scandinavian to designer-brands-everywhere French and traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But Americans are the only ones who seem to view a perfectly civilized, modern city like some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap bottled water. 7. They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I can't even begin to imagine making a sentence where great actually means great. 8. 9. Constant clapping. Being surprised about the topless models on page 3. 10. Speaking as a former barman or "bartender" as American customers would say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a barman. l'll occasionally get bought a drink by drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving me money for doing a job that I was already being paid for? Never happened. I would listen for American accents (which were easy to hear due to their natural loudness) and immediately serve them next. 11. Americans describe distances in driving time, as opposed to miles or kilometers. 12. The dead giveaway is when they call you "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling" 13. 14. North face jackets. Everywhere. Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly. Very often you can hear them before you see them 15. strixus: acavatica: fairkid-forever: kkatkkrap: dfwm: mymindsecho: pr1nceshawn: Giveaways that someone is American, as told by non-Americans. Americans tag yourself: I’m friendly to the point that your suspicious of my intent mixed with calling you sweetie, darling, honey, etc. im the barman I’m “easy to hear due to their natural loudness.” I’m “they say great without being sarcastic” I’m “uses big adjectives generously.” I’m #7 even in my own city.
barman: Friendly to the point that you become
 suspicious of their intent.
 1.
 Americans generally are more confident in the
 way they present themselves, most other
 countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into
 a room full of different nationalities, l
 guarantee the American person will be the
 first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence
 thing, and I admire it.
 2.
 3.
 When they use the imperial system.
 4.
 Wearing sneakers with anything
 5.
 Big smiles, firm handshakes
 Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your
 aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or
 "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!")
 6.
 Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look
 they have about them (fanny pack, backpack
 bottled water, camera pouch) compared to
 various other tourists Asians tend to herd
 together for safety, while Europeans vary
 between blend-right-in Scandinavian to
 designer-brands-everywhere French and
 traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But
 Americans are the only ones who seem to
 view a perfectly civilized, modern city like
 some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't
 have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap
 bottled water.
 7.

 They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I
 can't even begin to imagine making a sentence
 where great actually means great.
 8.
 9. Constant clapping.
 Being surprised about the topless models
 on page 3.
 10.
 Speaking as a former barman or
 "bartender" as American customers would
 say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a
 barman. l'll occasionally get bought a drink by
 drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving
 me money for doing a job that I was already
 being paid for? Never happened. I would listen
 for American accents (which were easy to hear
 due to their natural loudness) and
 immediately serve them next.
 11.
 Americans describe distances in driving
 time, as opposed to miles or kilometers.
 12.
 The dead giveaway is when they call you
 "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling"
 13.
 14.
 North face jackets. Everywhere.
 Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly.
 Very often you can hear them before you see
 them
 15.
strixus:

acavatica:

fairkid-forever:

kkatkkrap:

dfwm:

mymindsecho:

pr1nceshawn:

Giveaways that someone is American, as told by non-Americans.

Americans tag yourself: I’m friendly to the point that your suspicious of my intent mixed with calling you sweetie, darling, honey, etc.

im the barman

I’m “easy to hear due to their natural loudness.”

I’m “they say great without being sarcastic”

I’m “uses big adjectives generously.”

I’m #7 even in my own city.

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barman: ] Nwahserasera 1 point 20 hours ago God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze(max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server(hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head... which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was I perkwunos: Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concerned that this person dedicated the time to do something this Fucked Up
barman: ] Nwahserasera 1 point 20 hours ago
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played
 Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was
 poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After
 they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale
 I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze(max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little
 did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible
 For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and
 then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food
 and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all
 of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what
 had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server(hardcore rpers
 mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon
 they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head... which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there,
 and unfortunately so was I
perkwunos:
Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concerned that this person dedicated the time to do something this Fucked Up

perkwunos: Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concern...

barman: Chicos esta llegando el fin del mundo, pero BarMan ya está aquí! Etiqueta a tus amigos para que se enteren de la noticia!
barman: Chicos esta llegando el fin del mundo, pero BarMan ya está aquí! Etiqueta a tus amigos para que se enteren de la noticia!

Chicos esta llegando el fin del mundo, pero BarMan ya está aquí! Etiqueta a tus amigos para que se enteren de la noticia!

barman: 15 Dead Giveaways That Somebody Is American, As Told By Non-Americans. Friendly to the point that you become 1. suspicious of their intent. Americans generally are more confident in the 2. way they present themselves, most other countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into a room full of different nationalities, I guarantee the American person will be the first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence thing, and I admire it. When they use the imperial system. 3. Wearing sneakers with anything 4. Big smiles, firm handshakes 5. Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your 6. aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!") Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look 7. they have about them (fanny pack, backpack, bottled water, camera pouch) compared to various other tourists - Asians tend to herd together for safety, while Europeans vary between blend-right-in Scandinavian to designer-brands-everywhere French and traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But Americans are the only ones who seem to view a perfectly civilized, modern city like some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap bottled water. They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I can't even begin to imagine making a sentence where great actually means great. 8. Constant clapping. 9. Being surprised about the topless models on page 3. 10. Speaking as a former barman or "bartender" as American customers would 11. say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a barman. I'll occasionally get bought a drink by drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving me money for doing a job that I was already being paid for? Never happened. I would listen for American accents (which were easy to hear due to their natural loudness) and immediately serve them next. Americans describe distances in driving 12. time, as opposed to miles or kilometers. The dead giveaway is when they call you "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling". 13. North face jackets. Everywhere. 14. Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly. Very often you can hear them before you see 15. them. CHECK OUT MEMEPIX.COM MEMEPIX.COM America, as described by a British bartenderomg-humor.tumblr.com
barman: 15 Dead Giveaways That
 Somebody Is American,
 As Told By Non-Americans.
 Friendly to the point that you become
 1.
 suspicious of their intent.
 Americans generally are more confident in the
 2.
 way they present themselves, most other
 countries tend to be more reserved. Walk into
 a room full of different nationalities, I
 guarantee the American person will be the
 first to introduce themselves. It's a confidence
 thing, and I admire it.
 When they use the imperial system.
 3.
 Wearing sneakers with anything
 4.
 Big smiles, firm handshakes
 5.
 Using big adjectives generously ("Wow, your
 6.
 aunt's kidney stones sound awesome!" or
 "This Euroshopper beer tastes great!")
 Mostly it's the 'prepared for anything' look
 7.
 they have about them (fanny pack, backpack,
 bottled water, camera pouch) compared to
 various other tourists - Asians tend to herd
 together for safety, while Europeans vary
 between blend-right-in Scandinavian to
 designer-brands-everywhere French and
 traffic-laws-are-for-others Italian. But
 Americans are the only ones who seem to
 view a perfectly civilized, modern city like
 some kind of uncharted jungle that doesn't
 have places to shelter in the rain or buy cheap
 bottled water.
 They say 'great' and are not being sarcastic. I
 can't even begin to imagine making a sentence
 where great actually means great.
 8.
 Constant clapping.
 9.
 Being surprised about the topless models
 on page 3.
 10.
 Speaking as a former barman or
 "bartender" as American customers would
 11.
 say... tipping! No British person will ever tip a
 barman. I'll occasionally get bought a drink by
 drunk ladies or gents, but Brits actually giving
 me money for doing a job that I was already
 being paid for? Never happened. I would listen
 for American accents (which were easy to hear
 due to their natural loudness) and
 immediately serve them next.
 Americans describe distances in driving
 12.
 time, as opposed to miles or kilometers.
 The dead giveaway is when they call you
 "honey" or "sweetie" or "darling".
 13.
 North face jackets. Everywhere.
 14.
 Incredibly loud but incredibly friendly.
 Very often you can hear them before you see
 15.
 them.
 CHECK OUT MEMEPIX.COM
 MEMEPIX.COM
America, as described by a British bartenderomg-humor.tumblr.com

America, as described by a British bartenderomg-humor.tumblr.com