Fate game

[Jack Shipsteel]

You decide to sample a little bit of your rum stash. However, that sample turns into a few bottles, those bottles turn into a few dozen bottles, and those few dozen turn into all of it.

Drunk as drunk can be, you walk around pointlessly, smashing into everybody even remotely close to you, until you finally run into a hard, tough-as-nails pirate.

He starts cracking his knuckles.