Cross-World Mixology: Bartending For Another World
Every few days somewhere in another world a bar opens up for 3 days and nights only and disappears on the 4th day. The owner and his apprentice makes drinks for any race whether you're a king, a monster, the undead, or anyone else and to anyone who accepts hospitality to be in the bar of otherworldly tastes, a bar named the Phantom Cat. Some say the owner has a secret that his own people don't know except his regulars. What secret could it be?
The Clock is Ticking
A few hours ahead...
"Wh-where did we go wrong?"
The floor is filled with a blazing fire slowly burning away my skin. What is this vision am I seeing? Is it some kind of metaphor or something?
It's painful to feel it, I can't seem to see anything from it. The fire and smoke cover the area, and is this what it feels like to feel pain? I don't really know what is happening to me.
But I feel like this isn't me, I feel like this isn't what I will be feeling. What is this vision? Just what is this implying to me? Time is slipping away as I fall into a deep slumber.
Back to the current hour...
"Hey, Vic stop staring into space you'll get yourself killed out there!" Shouted Mr. Erik.
"Oh sorry, I had a vision just a second ago!"
"A vision of all times now? Can you focus on what is happening right now? We need to get to the middle level's boss for us to get to higher levels as quickly as possible." Said Mr. Erik.