It’s enough to drive a man to drink (or a skeleton for that matter).
Everyday, day in and day out, the same thing.
Zombies fighting ninjas, ninjas fighting pirates, pirates fighting vikings. Vikings fighting Demon-Possessed Fruit Salads.
It’s death, destruction, disembowelment, pestilence and plague 24/7. But hey it’s a living. And when the 9-5 is done we try to forget our troubles at a little place called Braff’s Tavern.
It may not be the prettiest place around, or the cleanest, but Braff’s the only joint that will house the likes of us. And we’re perfectly OK with that, also because we’ve demolished every commercial property for miles in every direction to piles of smoldering rubble. So it’s pretty much Braff’s Tavern or bust.
Welcome to BattleWorld, Welcome and Good Luck.