@WilsonTurner@Harley QThe dashing roleplayer climbed atop an upturned crate, swaying with drunkenness. They brought their tankard back to their mouth for one long swallow before calling for attention.
"Nooow," They bellowed, their voice like gravel. "I see there is some confusion that I should strive to clear up."
They began to walk along the table tops, much to the annoyance of some patrons. Stumbling only a couple of times they managed to reach the main bar. They paced lazily as they spoke, their ale spilling over as they turned sharply on their heels.
"This ship will not travel the shoal of Free-Roleplay, oh no. We will sail exclusively between the yawning trenches of High-Casual to the vast and open stretch of Advanced." They spread their arms wide for emphasis before continuing.
"As for the nature of the plot." A sly smile crept along the brown of their face. "I suggest we take a poll."
They thrust their tankard of ale in their air with such vigor that they staggered slightly, fighting to maintain balance. In a voice so forceful it called the attention of those passing by the tavern doors on the street.
"All in favor of a free-form plot that the players advance as they go, give me your
rowdiest 'AYE'"