You Wake Up In A Bar

You are a Mothgrant-- and by the weakness of the sacred moss in your core, you can tell very clearly that you are the last of your species. This thought strikes you so rapidly and so suddenly that you're barely able to process the rest of your own being.

You stand at a mighty five feet tall, clearing the bar counter by a couple of heads, and your stiff, crystalline antlers increase this height in a very... semantic fashion. You possess no clothes, so as to best absorb reflected sunlight and take in rainwater-- but all of this knowledge is only instinctual. You're still very unsure as to how exactly you're meant to even move around in this body.

But you feel like you're learning quickly.

The decrepit door at the other end of the bar finally clicks open. Beaming widely from the entrance is another figure-- the real source of what you thought was sunlight. It saunters up to you casually, and you realize suddenly that it looks exactly like you. Aside from the whole glowing deal. That's not something you've got going for you.

The figure speaks.








You eye your surroundings. There are so many bottles, so many labels-- none of which you're capable of reading. Canisters of glowing purple liquid atop a stool catch your eye-- is that what alcohol is? Maybe it's the gel-like substance growing beneath the cash register? One of the clear bottles hanging from the ceiling, boiling incessantly?

You're going to need to serve this patron something.

Author's NotesShow

Thank you so so so much to Myeth for the art! It's all fantastic, and all of it will be included in future updates with future characters. Same for all the other species suggestions, and any art made in the future! I haven't mapped this fully out yet, but if you'd like to have a patron enter the bar, I'm accepting almost any submission of any kind, especially if your submitted patron has a particular order they'd like from the bartender.