Thirty-two writers. One story. Limited knowledge. Absolute chaos. Welcome to the pub.

  What's Cliff to do when he gets lost bar-hopping with his friends? Why, enter the nearest bar of course! Though, he doesn’t recall seeing this one before. Inside he goes on the wildest bender of his life — one that leaves him with more questions than just how he got this hangover. Why is that three-headed reptilian talking to a goblin? What do you mean you’ve never heard of Earth? Where does that door go then? A volcano?!

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  There’s always room for one more at the pub between, but getting inside is a lot easier than getting home.

  What The Heck Am I Reading?

  You are about to read a storytelling experiment the likes of which you’ve never seen before. Or at least not since grade school. Each writer contributes one chapter to the whole, but they can only read the chapter directly before theirs.

  No notes, no outlines. Minimal context. Maximum madness.

  Will it be coherent? Absolutely not. Will it be entertaining? Without a doubt. Buckle up for an insane ride.