The Tavern at the End of the Universe
Imagine the worst possible situation you could ever be in. Maybe you're surrounded by hungry wolves only armed with a plastic spork, maybe you are having dinner at Charles Manson's house and the two of you are having a REALLY awkward conversation about black people, or maybe you're just walking around New York, knowing nothing about baseball, with a Boston Redsox cap on because you just thought it was a REALLY neat looking red B and it might make you look super stylish. Whatever the case, imagine that. Now imagine that in your moment of need, I giant medeival style tavern falls out of the sky, crushing the wolves, Manson, and the angry mob all in one go! Now imagine a cute girl opens the bar doors wide and invites you to join her inside with creatures from all sorts of dimensions and wacky worlds, getting fucked up on mead in a 24 hour interdimensional party! There's only one option to take here!