Ooh, we know this one! A young lady walks into Ye olde Tavern!
[ Having a username as old and outdated and embarrassing as this... it fills Junko with cringeworthy regret. So good. ]
The wood beneath you creaks with a decrepit, sodden ache, as though worn down over the years by numerous thugs and bandits treading your steps. The barman looks at you with a wary gaze-- as if to say 'You're on your own here, girly!' The smell is positively horrific, the rotfilth stench of meat, blood, and alcohol mixing together in stains on the floor, making it a dead ringer for an ill-kept mortuary with the poorly-stuffed carcasses on the wall. No matter how you slice it, this place is the pits, and yet people are still drinking and still making merry with the miserable despair in front of them...
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Having a username as old and outdated and embarrassing as this... it fills Junko with cringeworthy regret. So good.]The wood beneath you creaks with a decrepit, sodden ache, as though worn down over the years by numerous thugs and bandits treading your steps. The barman looks at you with a wary gaze-- as if to say 'You're on your own here, girly!' The smell is positively horrific, the rotfilth stench of meat, blood, and alcohol mixing together in stains on the floor, making it a dead ringer for an ill-kept mortuary with the poorly-stuffed carcasses on the wall. No matter how you slice it, this place is the pits, and yet people are still drinking and still making merry with the miserable despair in front of them...
What do you do?