It was an average day on the Rimworld. Everyone was running organ harvesting operations, bombarding each others settlements and basically every faction was at war with eachother. But it's been like that for years and everyone has gotten tired of fighting at this point.

So, after long negotiations, everyone came up with a solution - a BBQ party. Each faction sent a representative and you all would hang out with others in a neutral location - a rather nice restaurant in one of the Empire's cities. You were sent to represent your faction.

How'd it go?

Terrible.

Merete: "And then I'll grow yer arse's arse and I'm the grass man, punk yeah heaven's heathen..." Drunken mumbling

You were sat awkwardly in the corner, watching the chaos. That Ratkin Merete was passed out drunk at her table, and the Mincho Rainu was sorta just watching everything unfold like you were now.

Kei: "Ah, you're eating... a lot, Thalia."

Some Dragonian girl, Thalia, apparently, was already finishing her fifth portion of BBQ ribs and the Yuran, Kei was patting her head. Though he looked more worried about what the Dragonian would do once she ran out of food.

Miyako: "Hey, I got more drinks, guys!" She said cheerfully, holding up two full bottles of beer

Midori: "You shouldn't drink that much beer..."

The Kurin, Miyako seemed to be enjoying herself. The Miho, Midori, not as much. You'd expect the two to be best buds, considering they both have fox genes and such.

Kazumi: "GIVE ME MY BEER BACK, YOU FAT INSECT!" The Ratkin boy yelled out angrily, trying to pry the beer bottle out of Anita's hands. The Anty kept the bottle out of his reach as she continued drinking silently.

Yume: "Uuuu... This is so hard..." The Paniel said, looking worried and focusing on reading her book labelled "how to cook". Unbeknownst to her, the corn soup she tried to make was burning on the stove behind her.

Amidst it all, a red Moyo was staring at everything in disappointment. Lennox: "This is a disaster..."