(you now live in a world that descended into chaos, it's been 12 years since the Great Rift brought reality and fiction together, the war has ended and the world is tired, forced into a bitter coexistence of respite, you enter a local pub called The Piglet ran and owned by Tigger himself who has lived a rough and hard life, unkept fur, blood-stained tank top, he nods to you)

"What'll be your poison, chum..."