You step out of the Sleazy Back Alley and into what must be the low‐rent district of town (assuming the entire town isn’t low‐rent). A suspicious‐looking guy comes up to you. “Hey, man. You, uh, you wanna try some goofballs? First bottle’s free, man.”
“Er, no thanks,” you reply. “Can you tell me where I am?”
“Sure, man. This is Seaside Town, capital city of the Kingdom of Loathing. Population: several. Major exports: adventurers. And goofballs.” He rattles a bottle of pills at you. “You sure you don’t want any?”