Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31401828-20170309170315/@comment-30700719-20170313032600

"Ah well. When the pub breaks into a fistfight, whip out your knife and stand in the corner." I then proceed to do so. The Jinko just looks at me, then some dude gets pushed into her. Eesh. He won't be talking for the next two weeks. The Cyclops runs upstairs, which was surprising, given the amount of alcohol she drank. I simply lean against the wall, looking out at the spectacle. Wow. I didn't expect a pile of bodies to accumulate so fast. One dude walks up to me. He raises a finger and starts to say something, but before he does, I show him my knife. He buggered off real quick. Most people would, at the sight of a double-edged knife with serrations and half the size of a machete. The night goes on uneventful. The cops must either be lucky or good, seeing as they showed up just as the last dude fell over from exhaustion. They cuffed everybody on the floor.