Last Call
It's just another night at Beaver's Bar in Ward 11. You glance up, and some emo-looking dude at the bar makes a face at you. What's up with that?
This is a tiny proof-of-concept love letter to a character I've enjoyed playing far too much, with a few baked-in FAQ's to serve as a little farewell before retiring him forever. Don't take this too seriously ^^
Creds to Makdot for the cover image >:D
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A quick note that this game is primarily self-serving! I don't expect anyone unaffiliated with my roleplay group to enjoy it. ^^;