Ingame
You are standing inside the Liquor Store of Caiger Mall. It is very dark, but enough lights are on to make out depressed faces. The place has been drunk into oblivion. Also here are Reginald Hawkart (60HP), Franklin Aichon (50HP), Yon (50HP) and Axel (60HP).
Somebody has written I envy people who drink... at least they have something to blame everything on onto a barstool in pen. Gum is stuck underneath.
- You squeal, squelch and squawk with remarkable aptitude. It takes a few moments of your meandering noise and arm flappings to realize that Axel was merely yanking your chain. The liquor store guffaws at your display, and you blush more than a little. Oh well, at least this isn't as embarrassing as running from zombies in the nude, like you once did. Those were the days.
Perhaps you should share that, it will lessen this present embarrassment. Actually, don't, that would require an additional page or two of dialogue.
Since your last turn:
- • The store is in laughter. (1 second ago)
- • Axel says "Quiet there, bucko! I'm only fooling! (now)
Possible actions:
- Leave the Liquor Store
Inventory:
- You carry a knife and a journal. A pistol (15) hangs from your belt and two spare magazines are stuffed inside your pockets. You are wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
