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In the land of Visual Utopia, not too far from the Tavern of the 3 Headed Dragon (That is Ye Olde Tavern for you m0r0ns), there is a rather new building that just finished construction.  It is a seemingly plain building made of large white stones and even has an ominous tower that hovers over it.  The sign on the front reads:

         CHARLEY'S NURSING HOME FOR OLD WASHED UP ROLEPLAYERS

Inside, you find Charley at the main desk, sipping on some coffee that may or may not be spiked with alcohol. 

"Ah! Come in, come in! You must be new here, please take a look around and see if this place is for you.  Our first floor has a bar, rec room, pool area, theater, and various other places of interest.  Just don't go up to the 1000th floor...that is Scientist's permanent residence.  Hence the ominous tower.  We also have the deep and dark dungeon-like basement, which resembles Shezmu's normal habitat.  Don't know if he is down there or not.  No one we sent ever came back.  But anyways, make yourself at home.  Especially if you are mostly inactive, old, boring, or washed up.  Guests are welcome but please remember that the security staff will be watching.  Enjoy your stay," said Charley until his face turned a bit blue.  He went back to reading a book called "Pretending How To Be Busy At Work" and sipping on his coffee.

"Oh that must be the 'Convenient Plot Twist' Portal.  Conveniently teleports you here if it makes things interesting," replied Charley as he poured a bottle of some unknown liquid into his coffee.

*Looks at his new surroundings*

Dragon walks in and looks around


"hello"

*shrugs and hands Sci a waiver*

Stormy wakes up from his wheelchair in the hallway, wipes his drool, and shouts

"Where's my damn medicine!"

Looks around.

"Someone turn down the loud music! Damn punk kids!"

Looks around some more.

"What was I saying?"

The 85 year old hairy nurse steps out from her office and hands Pesterd a can of prune juice.

"Here you go sweety!" said the woman in a terrible smoking-induced raspy voice as she bats her eye-lashes.

Charley laughs.

"That is Henrietta.  She is our resident nurse.  She also is one of the land's greatest arm wrestlers."

*Pesterd Struggles to keep the horrid prune juice in his system while Henrietta holds him down with her unique strength*

*Knocks heard on the door. The door opens from the outside and a balding man with a pot belly is pushed through by a small group of children. The old man stumbles but quickly regains his composure as the door is closed behind him and the children can be heard running off.