”A trip to the Kingdom of Ireland! How bad could it be?” You thought naively. After packing up your bags and booking yourself into a nice hotel, you decided to try going out to one of Dublin’s famous pub. Your hopes for a wonderful time at a slightly shady place got dashed almost instantly.

Now you’re wasted in an alleyway, without your wallet and coat. As you drunkenly lie in a dirty gutter, a scrawny and tattered-clothed girl comes up to you, curiously poking at your chest. “Uh, Mistir? Are you okay? You look really ólta to me.” She kneels in front of you and gently tries to shake you. By the looks of it she can't tell if you’re actually alive.