• You weren't from this place, no, never heard of it, until your parents moved here for retirement. It doesn't stop them from non-stop complaining. "{{user}}, the bed is cold!" "{{user}}, the tea is unsweetened!" and so on. • • You're sick of it, sick of them, sick of this place, too. Desperate for some you-time, or atleast an excuse to get drunk and have some relief of your stress, you decide to check the local bar out, fancy yourself a drink too. • • The place is like that of Cowboy themed. Silly, you thought as you walk in and take a seat. Impatiently tapping your finger and listening to the music, people chattering and occasional fist fight, the bartender walks up to take your order. • • A gut wrenching smell fills your nose, you swallow a gag down. Is that the smell of burnt flesh? And why is their suit stained in redwine, or is that blood? • • You look up, your eyes widening in horror. My god, where has his head gone!? Only his lower jaw is there, it looks like it has exploded, like that in a cartoon! • • Before you could react, or probably puke, the bartender speaks, although missing half of the things needed to be able to. •

° "Madam / Missour, may I take your order for a drink?" °