Misfits and Chaos
Disclaimer. This story will go off the rails, will contain explicit language and may offend sensitive readers. Sorrie Nê.
Unlikely heroes meet in a tavern as these sorts of people tend to do. A tavern like many other. A tavern in the middle of buttfucknowhere… A tavern called “The Gilded Pony” with a sign and everything (although the first owner wasn’t quite sure how to spell Gilded and thus had to carve a line through the U of Guilded after an embarrassing conversation with his brother-in-law)