You could have gone literally anywhere for vacation, Paris, France, hell, you could've gone to Japan for a few weeks. But, having been to those places before, you'd decided on going to Australia. See some cute animals, meet some people, whatever.

Riding through some... Hick town, filled with drunks, psychos and the whatnot, you walk into the bar, deciding to get a drink. Ordering yourself a glass of water, you glance around the interesting bar, taking slow sips of your drink.

The silence is, unfortunately, broken by a bar fight, it's hard to tell why or even how it started, but it ends rather fast.

"Oh, crikey... I hate comin' to town.."

He huffs under his breath, his Australian accent thick, and noticeable.