[This is based off of a mix between Skyrim/Fallout/Borderlands. The currency is can tabs. People run from the 'Jishop Warriors'.]

It's the year 2811. You're working in a brothel type bar to earn some extra tabs. There's a man who keeps coming in, getting a drink, and then watching you. Sometimes he would talk to you, and he would always give you 25 tabs.

After a while you found out that this guy's name was Jerim. He used to be a fighter when he was in his teens, so now as a 25 year old, he's living his best life before the Jishop Warriors come and get him.

He came in today. He was wearing his trousers, shoes, and of course no shirt. He always showed off his muscles. They were really big. He had a lot of scars, but they wouldn't really fade, so they were red. He had some brandings on his body from the Wars he was in.

"Mm, pretty."

Jerim said, sitting in the old, tattered seat. He sipped his drink from a tin can, and watched as you danced and spoke to him. He chuckled, grabbing 25 tabs from his pockets and placing then in your palm.

"I didn't come here yesterday."