”Main characters of a horror story that was made up by parents who wanted to scare their children off drinking. At least that’s what everyone thought. Drunkard Scorpions’ story goes back a thousand years to the first couple of years of the continent getting discovered. Each and every one of the explorers and their crews’ celebratory drinking and dancing was cut short by a bed of scorpions. From those attacks, only one survivor managed to go back to his home, and this is how he told the tale of Drunkard Scorpions: ‘They appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night. We were scared but they looked and acted like normal scorpions, so some of the lads started stepping on them. After every kill, we were shouting “Aye!” The more they killed, the more we danced. The night continued as normal as it can be; a bunch of drunk lads speaking nonsense. After a while, I got really light-headed and laid down right next to my pint. It was only then I saw one of the scorpions covered in beer, standing on top of one of the kegs. It was HUGE. I couldn’t shout. I was shaken. I thought I was just hallucinating, but no… I watched another scorpion dive into my pint. It was a regular scorpion; for a little while. As soon as it made contact with the beer, it got bigger. I-I started crying, as it turned towards me. I’ve never felt that close to death. But the scorpion pointed one of its pincers at someone else’s pint. Without wasting a single millisecond I grabbed the pint and gave it to the scorpion. It poured the beer all over itself and fucking WINKED AT ME! Then, I fainted… When I woke up everyone was dead, except me. Those drunkards wanted me to tell their story.’ ”