LOW BAR VER 0

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685282999897424058/imgonline-com-ua-Posterize-N4hsbbPrQEytb.png" /> It's a run of the mill night at your run of the mill establishment. After a popular Sporting Event, some lost souls wander over to your bar. It's your job to make them happy... well... Is it? [[ → Approach the scrappy younger person. ->cassX]] [[ → Ask the sobbing fish woman what's wrong. ->fish1]] [[ → ... There's a mascot here...? ->bear1]]

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685356924790636550/cassneutral_1.gif" /> There’s a scrappy looking younger person at the bar, they smell like smoke They order a drink and are silently mouthing a conversation they’re having with themselves, you notice their glass shaking in their hands [[ Ask them if they need any help... like an ambulance... or something. ->cass2a]]

They refuse the help and asks for another pint, they seem nervous to step out of the bar. [[ Make small talk abt that big ol game that just happened. ->cassY]] [[ Pass 'em another round! ->cassX]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/yPESPQs.gif" /> The sobbing fish lady makes her way through the crowded bar, and plops a seat in front of you. She...already has a drink in her hand? Where did that come from?!? [[Offer her a drink.->fish2]] [[Talk about sports.->fish3]] [[Ask her what’s wrong.->fish4]] (set: $drunk to 0)

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685340522050879494/image0.png" /> Some sort of… bear suit wanders up to your bar. The smell of team spirit and optimism rolls off them in a wave. They sort of, awkwardly take a seat as best they can in their furry prison. [[Ask them if they want a drink ->bear2a]] [[Question the fursuit ->bear2b]] [[Try and make small talk ->bear2c]]

“Yes please! Scotch on the rocks please!” Somehow, you’re able to make out the muffled voice from inside the suit. You whip up the drink and slide it over, watching in awe as the person inside slips the drink into the fake head, revealing an empty glass moments later. “Thanks! Really hits the spot after a game like that one..” [[You on the losing team? ->bear3a]] [[Are you gonna take that off? ->bearendAngy]]

The bear sits up, “It’s not a fursuit, it’s a mascot suit. Not sure why people keep calling it that..” The bear looks puzzled. [[Can’t you just, idk, take it off? ->bear3e]]

You strike up a conversation with the giant bear now sitting at your bar. The two of you fall into an easy conversation, as the bear’s quite friendly. “Haha, yeah, I work for the home team as their mascot! I’m actually just subbing in for our usual mascot, but I’m usually on the field.” [[You’re a player? ->bear3f]] [[Sounds boring. Want a drink? ->bear3g]] [[Yeah, that does sound a bit dumb.. Just get back out there!->bear3h]]

The bear sighs. “Yeah, we put up a pretty good fight tonight, but you win some, y’lose some, y’know?” You can’t really relate, but you find yourself nodding in response. [[Can’t win ‘em all.->bearZ]]

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685340522465984522/image1.png" /> “No.” The bear gets up and leaves. BAD END: no holds beared [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

The bear brightens at the question. “Yup! I’m still pretty new, but I got injured during off season, so they benched me to mascot duty for the time being. It’s.. a little silly, but I’m just happy to be on the field!” [[You must really love playing then, huh? ->bear4a]] [[You want more to drink? ->bearenddrink]]

“I do! It’s a dream come true.. Although, it doesn’t leave much for a social life.." [[You lonely? ->bear5a]]

The bear’s response is muffled, and even leaning closer does nothing to improve your hearing. You tell them you didn’t catch what they just said. [[Sorry, can’t hear you from under there.->bear6a]]

“Um.. I’m good. Thanks.” The bear sits in awkward silence for a while, before leaving. BAD END: Bear-y unfriendly

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685340523116101646/image2.png" /> “Oh! Shit, sorry, this is so rude of me!” The mascot reaches up and finally pulls off it’s bear head, revealing an attractive young man underneath. He flashes a bright smile at you. “Sorry, completely forgot I had that on! What I said earlier was yes, it can get a bit lonely, but I don’t feel as lonely being here right now.” [[smooch him.]]

Okay, so you don’t actually just kiss him, but you do end your shift with a new number in your phone and a smile on your face. END: Bear-y lovely. [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

"It was a disaster, nothing went like it should! I shouldn’t have fumbled the-" They cover their lips and stare deeply into their pint... [[They don’t look like an athlete... the hell are they talking about? ->cassZ]] [[They got a lot on their mind it seems, tell them they did their best ->cassZ]] [[That's enough of this weirdness. ->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

They start to chuckle unevenly. “It’s not like I gotta keep a secret!! I’m basically fried after tonight! Listen you’re a bartendy type... You can keep a secret, yeah? Just you and me?” They stare right through your eyes... [[Buddy I’m like a steel trap, nothin' comes outta me! ->cassY1]] [[You're nuts and I’m not joining your cult, creep. ->cassZ1]]

“Okay, barkeep… college was rough, see? And you gotta make ends meet, yeah?” They hesitate. “You get in the wrong crowd when you need cash fast. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I must have put the red and blue wires in the wrong socket…” [[You were going to blow up the stadium? -> cassA]]

They stammer out of their stool and barge out of the bar (without paying), and holler while escaping. “Then shove off, arsehole!” You hear a screech, a slam and a crack. You and the patrons clatter out of the pub to find the young kid bathed in light from the lights of a car you know to belong to the Gorgon’s Eyes, a violent crime syndicate. Your night ends. BAD END: Oops! Cult stuff. [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

“Shh shh shhhh!! You said you’d keep a secret!” “I’m not proud of it, but hey, no one got hurt, huh!? Just took a loser like me to muck it up anyway! Gods, I’m dead meat! The syndicate's gonna take me apart...” Their eyes well up and their nose starts to run. They try to wave their hands to cool off but with little success. [[I'm calling the cops, you freak!! ->cassZ1]] [[Give them a pat on their shoulder. ->cassB]]

They suck up a big wet trail of snot, “Thanks, barkeep.” They wipe their face into their arm and collect their thoughts. “My names Cass by the way, thanks for hearing me out.” [[Give em one in the house ->cassC]]

Cass stares wide eyed at the drink you slide their way. “There aint a catch in here, you aren’t stealing my my spit to make an evil clone right?” They stare from the corner of their eye, their body tensed ready to hurtle out the door like a raccoon in a spotlight. They take the glass and sip at your gift and smack their lips, “I don’t taste poison, but uh, I guess they’d make the poison tasteless huh...” Cass’ body relaxes back into the stool, “Man, I just can’t finish anything at all huh...” Their head lands in the crook of their arm. [[Finish? What can’t you finish?->cassD]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/Tzopw6E.gif" /> Cass’ head darts up. “Ugh! Everything! School, my job, I can’t even finish my shoelaces!” [[Alright Cass, the time is now! ->cassE]]

”Huh?” [[You're gonna blow that bomb up right now! ->cassF]]

Their face shifts immediately. “Are you kidding me?? I don’t wanna blow a million people to bits! Besides, it’s pointless anyways, ‘cause no one’s inside!” [[Give 'em the look. ->cassG]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/eHXHPWt.gif" /> “You’re right barkeep! It’s now or never! It’s time I get something done in my life! Better late than never! Consequences be damned, I’m a cooked turkey anyways! I’ll tell those syndicate crackpots I did what I could but their bomb was faulty!” Cass takes their gear and charges out the door after leaving a hefty tip (at least by college dropout standards). [[...->cassend]]

The next morning you saw the collapsed stadium on the news and a familiar face being pushed into a police van. They had tears and a smile on their face. END: Of Drop-outs and Blow-ups. [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

“Well, it’s really cold outside, and it’s nice and toasty in here! I think i’ll keep it on for now.” [[Please?->bearendAngy]]

“Nope, but that’s okay! It’s my job to keep everyone fired up no matter what!” The bear… somehow finishes off the first drink you made them, without taking off it’s head. [[You uh… want another?->bearX]] [[How the hell are you doing that.->bearY]]

“That’d be great!” The bear nods, as you fix them another drink. This time, you make sure to watch them drink it, to see what they look like under the mascot head. [[Watch them drink.->bearW]]

“Doing what?” They ask, as they finish off a glass of water. What the hell. You are literally watching them drink this glass of water, yet… their mascot head is still on. It’s just, going straight through it. [[What the hell?->bearendCryptic]]

You keep watching. You can’t loo̸k̶ ̵a̴w̵a̷y̴.̵ ̸ W̶h̸e̸r̷e̷ ̶i̴s̶ ̵i̴t̸ ̷a̸l̶l̷ ̷g̶o̶i̴n̵g̸?̸ ̸Y̶o̵u̷ ̶k̸e̸e̵p̷ ̷w̸a̷t̴c̸h̴i̸n̴g̸.̸ ̴ Y̷o̵u̶ ̴k̸e̶e̵p̴ ̴w̴a̶t̷c̶h̸i̵n̶g̸.̷ ̶ I̷̡͉͈͠ţ̴̢̉̀ ̸̣͂̓w̸͓̚ͅó̶̫͙n̵̢͔̎̚'̷̩͎̓t̸̘͍̃̄͑͜ ̵͓̦̾ş̵͍̈̄t̸͉̬̯̉o̴̗͛p̷̭͍̓̿̓.̵̛̱̊̑ ̴̤̓̚I̷̜͌̓t̴̗͌͊̀ ̸͕̐̐w̶̝̩̔̏͋ơ̸̢̺̔ṉ̶̉͜'̵̻̐̄͠t̷̤̳̠̍ ̵̝̒é̴͗͜v̶̻́̾e̶̮͗̈͝ṛ̵͒ ̵̱̂̓̄s̵͉̩̊͂̕t̸̮̎̃̅͜ǫ̶̘͑ͅp̴̨͍̀.̸̢̼͗̄ ̷̘̗̾̊ Y̴̛̟͖̚ỏ̶̟͍͙͝û̶͓͚͗ ̴̻͛͒͆ḁ̶͔͊͌r̷̘̩͎͐͝e̸͖̳͋ ̶̺̾s̸͓̜̀̀̾ͅṭ̶̉̈ṷ̷̼̭̅̈́̆c̵̚͝ͅk̷͙͍̓͜͝.̸̧̞͎̍̿ ̸̨̦͔̄̏W̷̯̝̰̔a̶͓̅̊͜t̶̬͆c̸̬̬̘̕ḥ̶̪̣͆̄̀i̴̓͑͘͜ņ̴̈́̓g̵̜̣͆̉͘ͅ.̷̹̫̈̆̂ ̴̠͘. BAD END: Bear-y scary! [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

They. They don’t take off the head. What the hell? [[How the hell are you doing that?->bearY]]

“That’d be nice, but, I’m stuck in this until our mascot get’s back. Heard the poor guy broke his dick or something..” [[His… dick.->bear4b]]

“Yup! Broke it right in half!” [[Oh.->bearendawk]]

“Yup.” The two of you sit in awkward silence for the rest of the night. END: Bear-y awkward... [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

“Nah, I’m good. Here’s what I owe ya!” The bear sets down a crisp $20. “Have a great night!” The bear then waddles out the door, into the abyss of the night. END: Oh. Okay. Sweet tip. [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

<img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/682290925963051036/685370227986661403/NEUTRALFISH_3.gif" /> You offer her a drink anyway. Hey, business is business, right? She takes a sip of the martini glass she already has in her hand for some reason, and sighs. “I’ll take a cosmopolitan, doll. Extra lime juice, please.” You get to work on the drink, keeping an eye on her as she wipes a tear with her fishy fin. [[Ask her what’s wrong.->fishZ]] [[Flirt.->fish2a]] (set: $drunk to it + 1)

She’s not very responsive. She seems sad about something, but she’s REALLY not into sports. Like at all. Like she couldn’t care less. [[Offer her a drink and ask what's wrong.->fish2]]

<img src="https://i.imgur.com/26dsNHr.gif" /> She frantically glugs in anger. O… okay? [[Back it up.->fish1]]

“Who, me?” She bats her big eye at you. You think she has two, but you can’t see the other one. “My hubby he...he..he….Oh, Bradley!” She’s downing the two drinks now. [[Hand her a tissue.->fishSnot]] [[Let her finish.->fishZ1]] (set: $drunk to 2)

She takes the tissue and loudly blows into it. The first chunk of snot wizzes by your face and takes out a shot glass behind you. The second chunk of snot, however, hits you clean in the eye and knocks you out for the remainder of your shift. You will never know what Bradley did. BAD END: Snotty Surprise.

The woman takes moment to compose herself, fanning her face with her fine. “It’s just.. He.. he left me.. For a MAMMAL!!” [[Oh. Shit that uh…. Sucks.->fishW]] [[...Make her another drink.->fishV]]

The fish continues to cry, and you continue to slide her drink after drink in an effort to at least break even tonight. (if: $drunk >= 3)[[... She isn't leaving.->fishDrunk]] [[Cut her off.->fishendSad]]

Good lord this fish is sloshed. She ends up not only climbing up on the bar and dancing her woes away. Goodness, woman, don’t you know this isn’t THAT kind of bar? As you attempt to call security, her cushioned fish tush smacks you straight in the face. You do not wake up. BAD END: Booty game too, too strong... [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

That’s a bad idea! She’s inconsolable! Foolish bartender, talk to her about her feelings! [[Hand her a tissue.->fishSnot]] [[Make her another drink.->fishV1]] (if: $drunk >= 3)[[Oh god.->fishDrunk]] (set: $drunk to it + 1)

You decide you don't wanna deal with her shit. Bottoms up. (set: $drunk to it + 1) (if: $drunk >=4)[[Oh no.->fishDrunk]] [[Cut her off.->fishendSad]]

What the hell, you think, you’ve got nothing to lose. You lean on the counter and tell her one of those corny pick up lines you see on the internet. She stops what she’s doing and just… stares at you. <img src="https://i.imgur.com/MOlESWb.gif" /> [[Uh oh.->fish2b]]

You go to apologize, but it’s too late. She’s already gotten on top of the bar, jaw unhinged. She begins to make this, Odd, keening sound. You cover your ears. It’s only just begun. [[Pick a god and pray.->fishendHorror]]

It’s too late for prayers. As the noise grows louder, suddenly, tiny fish come pouring out of her mouth. They swarm the bar, quickly pooling around your feet. You try to move, but you are stuck in place. She keeps screaming. My god, the fish keep coming. A̷n̶d̶ ̴t̵h̷e̵y̷ ̶d̴o̴n̶'̷t̸ ̸s̸t̶o̴p̷ ̵c̶o̶m̷i̴n̷g̴ ̶a̵n̸d̵ ̵t̵h̷e̵y̶ ̵d̶o̷n̷'̵t̶ ̴s̴t̶ō̴͚p̵̟̀ ̷̻̋ĉ̷̥ǫ̴̈́m̴̞̓i̴̱̚n̵͇̋g̵̘͘ ̴̠̓a̵͕̋n̴͍͊ḋ̴̞ ̵̟͑t̴̙́h̷͌͜e̸̠̅y̴̼͝ ̸̹̊d̶̬̎ő̶̜n̴̥̽t̵̲͛ ̷͈͛s̷͓͌t̷͙̽ó̸̧p̵̻̂ ̸̥͝c̷̮͗o̵̠̓m̵̪̏î̵̥ǹ̶̘g̶̀͜a̷͎͒n̷͈͝d̸̝̅ ̵̯̅t̶͚́h̷̙̚e̵̥̓y̸̥̍ ̸̫͊d̸͓̋o̴̪͘n̸̠̕t̵̥̅ ̶̧̀s̸̼̎ṯ̵̆o̸̼̽p̸̤̽ ̶̠̂ĉ̸͙o̷̘̅m̷̜͘ǐ̴̲n̶͇̐g̷̳̾ ̵̯͗a̸̬͌N̸̰͐D̶̰̒ T̵̙̰̈́̐̕͠H̷̩̺̒͆̓E̸͕̰͐Y̷̥͋̒ ̴̰͉̘́̾̈D̴̢̛̮̜̤͈̅͛̋̑O̸̮̭͍̓Ǹ̴̜͗̚͘Ţ̵̄̈́̆͑̚ ̵͔̩̺̝͚́̀S̶̙͆̀̈́T̴̖͠O̷͓͓̞͇̲͋̎̊̕P̵̰̙̿̈́͋̓̃ ̶̟͎̗̪̺̊͒͌C̴̲̘̦͌͐Ǫ̶̜́̅̋̀͠M̸̝͔͒̃́͝Ḯ̴̬̟̭͔Ṅ̸͔͒̑̅̅G̸̹͕̱̎͑͗̚̚ ̴̗͙̻̱́͠Ä̵̛̰̠̬͖́͛͌N̵̩̭͍̔̾̎̍D̷̝̬̦̒̇̀͗ ̷͓̹̃́̕͝ Ţ̴͚̮͕͖̒̅H̶͍͔̼͕̓̓E̷̲̦̽̎̄͠Ỹ̵̤̳̣̔̆͛̉ ̵̡͓̻́̅̃D̷̠̥̩̈̍̓͐Ơ̶͎N̶̢̨͎͆́̎͛͌T̸͓̳͋̓̆ ̸̰͐̽̀̚͝Ş̵̻͚̯̀̿̓̈́ͅŢ̸̢͔̱͐̈O̸̞̠̖͖͠P̶̪̮̉ ̴̨̳̻̮͐̽̋̈́C̵̡̟͚̻̎̎͊̈͛Ọ̷̮̬̞́͂̏̈͒M̸̧̛̟̻͒I̷̟̗͍̓͒͂̂͛G̵͔̩͙͓̅N̵̢͚̝̘̂̋̈̌̓ ̶̗̤̭́Ȁ̷͇̈́̏̍N̴̪̲̯͝D̵̛͍̜̤͌̐̿ͅ ̶̧̦̣̦̉̄̃͐̃T̶̫̻̦̒͒̈́ͅͅ H̴̟͍͓̮̿̓̚̚Ę̴̛̠̙͖̬̑͠Y̶͉͘͠ ̶̥̪̬͈̅͝ S̴̯̘̭̩̔͜O̸̧͖̱͐́̄͘Ṫ̵̻̀͝N̸̡͔̝̰̿̎̾̚͜4̶̝̲̭̖͉͂̉͗̎̍T̴͍̩̮̫͋̓̔̕ ̶̧̢̟̂̈́̄̍E̴̠̖͎͈̹̔W̶̡̢̖̬̯̏̀͐S̶̯͝D̴̖̭͈̱̉̆T̸̰̳̩̅̍̉̒̽͜ ̷̲͚̅͜H̵͍͙̤̐̿U̸̻̞͒͝Ĝ̴̤̝̺͙̂̅̀͝Á̸̡͕́R̷̞̰̉ BAD END: You're krillin' me, lady! [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

One very, very sad fish leaves your bar that night... You vaguely wonder if things could have been different... Could you have mended that woman's aching heart? Could you be the Romeo to her Juliet? Her own personal Casanova? The sky to your stars, the moon to your sun? The maid to your mer? You suppose you'll never know. END: Not bad, cod do better… [[Return?->Welcome to Low Bar.]]

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It's a run of the mill night at your run of the mill establishment.

After a popular Sporting Event, some lost souls wander over to your bar. It's your job to make them happy... well... Is it?

→ Approach the scrappy younger person.

→ Ask the sobbing fish woman what's wrong.

→ ... There's a mascot here...?