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 speak your greetings. The reception is unenthusiastic, or disorganized at best. You manage to get a few sloppy introductions from them.
Since your last turn:
- • Franklin Aichon says "Hello, face." (50 seconds ago)
- • Yon belches bits of puke. (39 seconds ago)
- • Yon says "I'm alllright, jushstt raelly awesome." (28 seconds ago)
- • Boris wipes a bit of drool from his mouth, then continues sleeping. (15 seconds ago)
- • Reginald Hawkart says "Goodaye! Ha... haaah" (12 seconds ago)
- • Yon finishes a beer. (10 seconds ago)
- • Yon says "Fack, waht." (now)
Possible actions:
- Comment on their wellbeing Join them 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
