Utterly Mad

(Think I could have Eli already in the town, as opposed to the usual magical RV appearance?)

[[Sure I could write you a bar appearance.]]

Doctor Feelgood

"...White Rabbit.... smoking caterpillar" The song plays muffled in your drug induced state. Nothing has happened yet, it's that initial haze taking hold before the trip really starts. The room, a small smoking room converted into a hardcore drug den for "paying VIPs" in this shitty bar, twists and contorts like it was build with non-euclidean geometry. Your eyes are watery and you feel weak, but at peace. Besides you look far better then half the wastes of skin around you, some run away teen twitching in the corner because she took one to many pills, presumably her "boyfriend" some thirty-ish dirt bag that's hogging the bong from everyone else. The guy sitting next to you who soiled himself, the needle still stuck in his swollen arm that has turned different shades of violet and blue.

You wonder if this would be enough to purge yourself of the guilt that your GM has prepared you for, no... what even is a GM? You somehow ended the world, that's it, yeah you accidentally blew up the world because you thought that cult was right... no that cult wasn't right, was it? You think you were really in it for the blow, they had some pure "grade-A" Colombian shit didn't they.


FUCK! FUCK! You forgot what you even took, LSD? Crack? Maybe some roofies you dropped in your whiskey because you really like passing out!?


Wait, that carpet looks funny... those spots and stains, did someone spill their drink... or is it where someone pissed... what's with you and piss right now. Isn't that weird though... like why do we- *this lasts for a while okay*



Finally after you become sapient, instead of a meat bag loaded up with uppers and downers. You look around the room once more. It still looks the same but some of the people are coming down, and in your couch buddies case. Most likely dead. There's a various assortment of drugs on the table, but sadly the bong and crack pipes got busted up when someone slammed their booze on the table. Behind you there's a couple of mattresses if you wanna get down to it, which it appears there's already a couple doing that. The couches are all torn and ripped up, the wallpaper in the room is peeling and stained yellow, and the door leading back out into the bar is about the only nice thing in this room.