Memento: the Role-Playing Game

[chucklemagne]

The lights are dim. You're sitting on a stool at a bar. There's a man behind the bar. He's looking at you with a quizzical look on his face. You can't remember how you got here. You can't remember what you were just doing. You don't know who this man is.

What are you doing now?

Comments

[mortefina]

Do I have a drink in my hand or infront of me on the bar?

[chucklemagne]

There is nothing in your hand, and no drink on the bar in front of you.

[mortefina]

I ask for the usual then

[chucklemagne]

The man behind the bar seems a little surprised. He asks if you're feeling okay.

[thespatula]

I pardon myself and get up to leave..

[chucklemagne]

No problem. Where are you going?

[thechick]

I ask him how the weather is.

[chucklemagne]

As you're speaking you notice that your jaw feels sore. Your hand moves instinctively to brush along your jawline. It feels a little slick, and it definitely hurts. Behind you, someone moans.

[thechick]

I turn around slowly to see where the moan came from. At the same time I take a look around the bar to size things up.

[chucklemagne]

The bar seems mostly empty. Behind you is a pretty big mess. There are three guys on the floor next to a table, lying amidst broken chairs, glass, and spilled drinks. Your hand hurts, too.

[lokifox]

I look back at him with a confused look.

[chucklemagne]

He cocks his head to one side a little, shrugs, and starts polishing glasses. You hear a siren pass outside. Your breathing seems laboured. Is it hot in here, or is it just you?

[drewkitty]

I ask the man, "Do you have Pepsi?" and glance around.

[chucklemagne]

It feels natural to order a Pepsi. In fact, you're pretty sure you don't drink alcohol. Unless things have changed. You don't know how long it's been.

The bar is quiet and mostly empty. There's a cowboy theme to the decor.

The man behind the bar leans forward a little as he sets down your Pepsi and speaks in a low voice, "Did you bring it?"