Board Thread:Roleplaying Board/@comment-35743591-20200220150833

So there is this man on a train platform, and...

Wait. That isn't how this story goes. It was once. But it isn't anymore.

[SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA...]

This is a semi-stereotypical Western town. Tumbleweeds full of pop star memoralibeoa... memoralbia... fuck it. Merchandise, blow through in the wind. The clock is eternally ticking toward HIGH NOON. It's dusty and there are people wearing cowboy hats everywhere. But you're not here for cowboy showdowns. You're just here for a drink.

You take a step into the bar. The bartender is polishing a glass like bartenders do eternally. The piano player is playing a jaunty tune. You wouldn't say the bar is crowded, but there are people here.

You step up to the bar and take a seat.

The plot here is whatever the Hell the users come up with.

This is not an epilogue. 