Originally intended to be a "one off location" this one took on a life of its own and became a regular street level meeting place for lower-rung contacts and even a few street level Johnsons. The original off-the-cuff description got enough laughs that it stuck with the players and over time, the place developed into a still amusing, but more well-rounded location. One of the players even went so far at to come in with a MS Paint "logo" and "shopfront sign" for the place.
Just as a note, when we started writing all this stuff up, we maintained the Neo-A Quote conventions to add additional info.
PIG FORKERS
Location: 28715 Easling, North Snohomish
Lifestyle: Low (Bordering on Street)
Owner: Leroy Ulftson
Floors: 1
Square Footage: 1,502 sq feet
Security Rating: C
Comments: Situated in one of the rougher parts of Snohomish there is a small bar named "The Pig Forker." It isn't a dive. What it is, is one of those places that is striving to be a dive, but just lacks the class. The few windows have long been painted entirely black with the exception of the large "shop window" in the front, which is actually a piece of plywood painted black with a crude painting of something that might be a pig with a fork stuck in its butt.
Inside, The Pig Forker is much the same as the outside: classic neo-modernist dump with just a hint of post modernist "[expletive deleted]-hole" for flavor. The tables are apparently randomly placed without any regard to people walking past them, much less using them. Along one wall is a well-worn bar which appears to have seen much better days sometime before the turn of the century. The opposing wall is taken up by a row of four worn out booths, two of which are usually broken beyond use. In the back is a pool table and behind it a single door with "[expletive deleted]ter" painted on it in crude lettering which apparently functions as the restroom, though few are brave enough to find out.
>Don't expect any fancy drinks in this place. They have only one brand of beer and it's named "Beer." No, I'm not kidding. Their liquor consists of something like whiskey and a homebrewed ork moonshine.
>All-Seeing-I
The "kitchen" is actually a back room which doubles as a store room. The owner has retrofitted a pair of industrial broilers, a flat-top grill and a deep-fat fryer. At the back of the kitchen is a cooler and a freezer (both walk-ins) that were salvaged from a neighboring restaurant when it burned to the ground several years prior. The kitchen exclusively makes barbeque (beef and pork, we hope) in racks of ribs and shredded for sandwiches. The usual side item is french fries or potato chips (made fresh sometime last week).
>Trust me on this, do not eat the food unless you have the bioware to deal with toxins.
>Nomad
>Or unless you're an ork or a troll who's system can handle it.
>Backbiter
The patronage is, as is to be expected, not exactly high-class. It consists primarily of the lowest rungs of society, especially orks. At any given moment the "bar crowd" is fairly light, usually capping out at a few trolls, a half-dozen orks, a scattering of humans and dwarfs and almost never any elves. The air is constantly the scent of stale beer, body odor and something that might be not entirely unlike barbeque. A sign over the bar backs this idea by proclaiming in neat lettering (most likely the neatest in the entire bar) "Try a BBQ and Beer! Best in town!" Most agree that the sign lies.
>Believe it or not, this s a very popular place for meets, especially with ork Mr. Johnsons and ork runners.
>KnightSky
>Not that hard to see why. If you're a little overdressed, the regulars ignore you completely and the employees only give you the minimum service. They know you're there on business and want no part of it.
>Nomad
