We are the Drunk Gaian Centaur Congress, and we discuss important matters that are important to Gaian centaurs. And sometimes other Gaian citizens.

While inebriated.

Or at least while eating nachos. Because only the most important matters are discussed while eating nachos.

Our important matters are:
XXXXXXXX↹Cooler clothes especially targeted to Centaurs.
XXXXXXXX↶More cool s**t.
XXXXXXXX↰ Hairstyles more Centaur friendly.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX↬Hoof/leg jewelry that is cool as s**t.
XXXXXXXX↭Who would win; a caveman or a pro-wrestler?
XXXXXXXX↞Ian's puns are to die for. Eh? Eh?

Sounds like serious s**t, right? Well it ain't all that bad, we've got lot's of places to just hang out. A few places to RP, if that's what you want.

But I got bad news for you bipedal or non-equine folk; this gig is Centaurs only. We don't have many places just for us, and we get lonely. We need to meet our own species here in Gaia; be it in a guild, in a forum, in towns, on the street corner, in a bar, drooling in a gutter five feet from a bar, running from the authorities, or even in Edmund's secret super-secret lair that no one is supposed to know about but we so totally do.

Edmund, sweetie, you need better security. And more scotch. You're out now.

So join us, my fellow Centaurs of Gaia! Join us as we crawl from our grand meeting hall and desperately attempt to find the cure to hangovers!