Singled Out
You open the door to the next level of the basement, wondering what freakish, freaky, and generally unpleasant challenge you'll have to face this time. Your ears are assaulted with some modern kind of dance music the kids are listening to these days, and a combination of blacklights and colored spotlights push your brain to the edge of a seizure. Horror of horrors -- it looks like you've wandered into a singles bar!
You try to make your way across a sweaty, desperate horde to get to the exit, but you're stopped by a drunk guy holding a margarita. The guy reeks of cigarettes, cheap cologne, and desperation, and the margarita doesn't look much better.
"Hey babe," he says, and after a few seconds you realize he's addressing you. "Wanna try my special margarita? I have the bartender make it with dry ice, so it's the coldest drink you'll ever taste. Since you're the hottest person in here tonight, maybe you'll cancel it out."
You try to move on, but he blocks your way. "Look, just taste it," he says. "Tell you what, sweet cheeks: drink it, and if I haven't convinced you to come home with me by the time you finish it, I'll lead you out of here and leave you alone once we hit the exit." He winks at you. "Whaddayasay?"
| Drink the Drunk's Drink! |
You methodically slurp the margarita, trying not to do anything with the straw that would invite double-entendres. As your brain starts to freeze, you frantically fend off cheesy pick-up lines: no, your father wasn't an astronaut; yes, you know your shoes are nice, but no thank you; no, you don't live around here or come here often; no, you don't clean your pants with windex.
 | You lose X hit points. (cold damage) |
| You lose X hit points. (sleaze damage) |
- if this beats you up
- After a few minutes, your tongue is frozen fast to the roof of your mouth. When the drunk guy realizes this, he says "hey, if you want to sleep with me, just say 'hgnrng.'" You figure it's safer just to leave the way you came in.
- if you survive
- You finish off the drink and use your tongue to break off the icicles forming on the roof of your mouth. The sleazy drunk guy is, surprisingly, true to his word -- he grabs your arm and elbows his way through the crowd to the exit. Whew!
Occurs at Fernswarthy's Basement.
Notes
- Despite the clear implication that this is a man picking your character up in the bar, this adventure occurs for both male and female characters.
References
- The answers you give upon drinking the drink are in response to several cliché pickup lines. In order:
- Was your father an astronaut? Because I can see the stars in your eyes.
- Hey, nice shoes, wanna screw?
- Do you live around here?
- Come here often?
- Do you clean your pants with Windex? Because I can really see myself in them.
| Singled Out
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Peace, Bra!
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Still Better Than Pistachio
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Unholy Writes
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The Unthawed
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| Tests Cold and Sleaze | Tests Sleaze and Stench | Tests Stench and Hot | Tests Hot and Spooky | Tests Spooky and Cold |
| Use Coldform | Use Sleazeform | Use Stenchform | Use Hotform | Use Spookyform |
