Stella Fortuna 2955 Bar Crawl Screenshot Contest

“Best place to start, first bar in the verse” grinned Ruben as we sat down in the G-Loc bar in Area 18. Dr. Fischer had just got off his shift as a covalex delivery driver and the night was young, 5 bars across Stanton in one night? Was it possible? Would someone be killed by an elevator? Now was the night to find out! The merriment in G-Loc came to a swift end when whosbutwhytho flipped the bird at a murder hobo across the bar, and we rapidly got the first transit bus to Riker spaceport to get the hell out of there!

Lorville’s oppressive skyline loomed over them as they landed. The air was thick with pollution, but M&V, a dingy little dive bar near the workers district, had the strongest whiskey in Stanton. Pea winced as she took a sip. "This tastes like engine coolant." I chuckled and replied, "Because it probably is. Ruben raised a brow at Whos, who was already three shots deep. "Pace yourself, buddy. We've got a long way to go." Whois just grinned. "No turning back now."

The icy chill of New Babbage was a slap to the face after Lorville’s smog. At Wally’s Bar, neon lights reflected off the glass dome shielding them from the blizzard outside. Dr. Fischer muttered "Finally, a place with real drinks!" Whos, however, was swaying slightly. "I think... I think the whiskey from Lorville is fighting the beer from ArcCorp..." he exclaimed, with every 5th word being slurred. The crew danced to the beats pumping out of the sound system, before Ruben grabbed everyone together for there was still two more bars to go!

Landing at Grim Hex was a whole different vibe. The place stank of bad decisions, and the bar was full of outlaws, bounty hunters, and people who definitely didn’t want to be friends. Ruben kept a hand near his LH-86 pistol as they grabbed a booth. "Alright, nobody start a fight." Whos, now a wobbling mess, grinned and raised his glass. "To terrible life choices!" A mysterious tattooed outlaw, dressed all in black, overheard and chuckled. "Welcome to Grim Hex, kid." After a couple rounds of dubious “liquor”, the crew turned round to see Whos passed out on the cold floor of Old 38. Pea tried her best to bring him round with a detox pen but it was no use, never mind, his respawn is back in Pyro and his crawl is finished.

The groups new mysterious friend tagged along for the final short jump to Crusader, By the time they stumbled into Orison’s Voyager Bar, the floating city’s breathtaking views were wasted on them. The gentle clouds, the soft pink glow of Crusader—it all blurred together as they collapsed into seats. "You know what?" Dr. Fischer grinned. "We did it. Five bars. One night. And only one death, and no elevators were responsible." As the first rays of Stanton’s sunrise touched Orison’s clouds, the four friends, and their new acquaintance clinked their last beers together—one final toast to Whos, and an unforgettable night in the verse.

Participants: @AndrewMI66 @DaFischers @iNEEDAPEA @RubenSaurus @WhosButWhyTho