Spaztic fell out of the machine with a sudden bang.

"What happened?" he gasped. But no one else was in the room. He rubbed his head, it had been bruised. He walked out of the room and into the main tavern. It was completely empty.

"Where is everyone?" he said. Nothing. He coughed and walked over and examined every room he knew of. Nothing again. Just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, Spaztic pinched himself...

..which woke him up.

He was laying on the ground staring upwards towards the center of a circle of faces. "He's awake, he's awake, it's alright," said one of them.

"What happened?" Spaztic gasped once again, this time with an answer.

"You totally passed out from teh b33r man," replied BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, helping him up. Spaztic suddenly staggered backwards and was caught by another. His head ached and he noticed his shirt was drenched with what appeared to be vomit. He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Rock on. I must have had the best time." Spaztic walked back to the counter to see what was going on. He liked this place already...