Let's play a text-based sci-fi adventure game. I'll be your guide.

"Chik,'fila lulu limon wal-marty!" the Klindarian shouts at you. Klindarian culture is known for two things: making wild accusations and speaking in what sounds like brand names from the 2000s. This one’s accusing you of cheating at holo-poker and saying not-so-nice things about your mother. You earned this money fair and square, and the pot is worth a month’s wages from your space trucking gig. The angry Klindarian has its hand on its Plasma Pistol, ready to draw.

A plasma pistol rests against your side, hidden but ready. Do you fire on the alien or try to talk it out? The choice is yours. What will you do?