From publisher blurb:
Behold! The tortured fruits of the most unholy of unions: post world games and Reality Cheque have conspired to assault your senses with..
Hey! Wait, a minute; Are you calling us fruit?
No, I think he's calling your mom and dad some kinda —
No, that's not what I'm saying at all; I'm just trying to give a sense of how dire and dangerous the combination of the innovative Protocol GM-less role-playing system and the classic comedy setting of Tales From The Floating Vagabond. No offense intended.
Oh. You're sure?
Oh, absolutely!
Well,... Okay then.
Whew. Thanks. Anyway, play this adventure to find out when Spit, the regular bartender at The Floating Vagabond, takes a vactation and leaves Bob Wilbol in charge.
The patrons need their booze, and Bob is nowhere to be seen. What can this mean?