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Not very far away from the tavern, a young man trudged around the surrounding forest, his path obstructed by an assortment of dry leaves and misplaced tree branches. He clutched lightly onto a flashlight, seemingly trying to find his way around. Eventually, he would make his way towards a small building tarnished by time and nature. He decided to enter through the door, although he may have made a classier entrance through one of the holes present within the walls of the impoverished building.

The building turned put to be a tavern. Various individuals were to be spotted. Most of them seemed human, except for the man with the odd skin complexion, the butterfly with the seizure-inducing color palette, and a jack-o-lantern-headed scarecrow. The scarecrow began to speak:

[b]"Beings! I am The Pumpkin Lord! I demand safe re-entry to my land!"[/b]

What? Our young lad had no idea where such a land would be. Throughout the multiverse, there would always be that one tavern filled with the weirdest and creepiest of creatures. This was just another one of them. Brushing through the collection of strange creatures, John walked up to the counter.

[color=lightblue]"Excuse me sir, but where we located right now?"[/color]