Side Game: No Rules. Just Right.

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We are in an old, abandoned Outback Steakhouse outside of Mesltone, Wyoming.

Doors and windows are boarded up. There is a thick layer of dust on every surface.

Because, in reality, this is not an old, abandoned Outback Steakhouse outside of Mesltone, Wyoming.

This is a place between. It is nowhere and yet everywhere. It doesn't even exist that much. But recently doors have been leading here. Doors on ships. Ships, of course, called Enterprise

The bartender, who is there and not there, is polishing glasses. The kitchen is stocked, but cold.

But, why? Why are the doors leading to an old, abandoned Outback Steakhouse outside of Mesltone, Wyoming? Why are people being brought here for only an hour, and then disappearing suddenly?

And are there any cheese fries?