An interesting place.

~impulse

I walk into the Midnight Pub after a long day, plopping down in one of the stools up next to the bar, and begin taking my homework out of my backpack.

"Don't worry, ain't here for liquor, ~bartender. I'll take a sweet tea instead," I go. Figuring that, even in a virtual pub, it would still be less than legal to get anything alcoholic.

As I do my homework, I listen to the stories the various patrons tell as they come and go. Some are short, just small little events that happened during their day. Some are verbose and vibrant, so much so that even when I don't understand everything they're saying, I'm still engaged and can understand the bigger picture. There's the occasional eccentric figure sharing something they've created as well, similar to the person in the trench coat sharing free games they created a while back.

These stories can be informative, and helpful, and sometimes they describe an experience the speaker had that I've never even dreamed of having. It's fun to listen.

That's kind of what the Pub feels like to me.