Tiny's Tavern

06/20/2025

Long over due update, but I've been busy with a lot of personal stuff in life (all good, so don't worry.) If you care, you can join my discord server, where you get updates on what's going on.

This new update carries through the story, dragging Scarlet into a deeper role, and brings the MC into his role as a contractor. Even though it's merely teased in these last few chapters, that is the direction that I hope is clear for the reader to realize. For those that were here for Flora's path, you know that the story can occasionally shift into something more violent, even in earlier releases for Akiko, there was violent/realistic(?) theme I wanted to be present.

The "Third Path" was always meant to be a more taboo direction, even if I've decided to work more closely on the "Good guy" trail, there's ample room for darker themes that I think people like... Anyway, this update brings in a handful of non-smutty chapters, and a new scene featuring sex with Akiko (which can be found the sex menu, if so desired.)

The shortcut is updated, and if you haven't already read the alternative story, I again recommend it. It is a complete story, and is entirely action-based.

New shortcut is HERE | Tiny's Tavern alternative story HERE. (re-released)

Sex Menu updates:

• "Akiko Shiroma" updated w/ "I fist her, and she gives me her first-ever blowjob." (Fisting, oral sex...obviously)

!!YOU CAN CUSTOMIZE YOUR FIRST AND LAST NAME, AS WELL AS YOUR PREFERRED DRINK!! FEEL FREE TO USE (or ****?) THIS EMBRACED MECHANIC!!

!!YOU CAN ADD YOUR CHAPTERS TO THE STORYLINE TOO!!

The year is 2483. Five centuries have passed since the nuclear holocaust triggered by human error during the Able Archer 83 exercise, when NATO's maneuvers were misread as an imminent invasion by the Warsaw Pact. In the dying days of October, missiles flew, igniting a firestorm that consumed the planet for hundreds of years, obliterating civilizations and reshaping the world's very geography.

Out of the ashes, new societies emerged, fluctuating like the radiation levels in the air. Some thrived, building fortresses of order from chaos, while others crumbled under the weight of their own disarray. The world saw a resurgence of outlaws, gunslingers, and bounty hunters, their codes and conflicts becoming the new law of the land. In this harsh reality, the brightest lights of humanity—compassion, community, and hope—were often the first to flicker out, only to be replaced by the cold light of commerce, where security firms thrived by piecing together the remnants of peace, often for a price.

Enter you, once a cornerstone of a formidable security unit, now disillusioned by the monotony of the job. You left with more than just memories; you took your gear, your uniform—customized with personal touches, a testament to your journey away from the fold. Bounty hunting seemed like the next chapter, but its simplicity and questionable morals left you searching for something more. Your skills, honed through years of experience, led you to the life of a private contractor, where intellect and negotiation danced with danger.

Your reputation preceded you, taking you from the remnants of cityscapes to the whispers of forgotten towns, down to the lawless frontier where the contracts were as brutal as the landscape. Now, you find yourself at the edge of what was once Canada, rich in credits but stranded as winter sets in, biding time until the thaw brings new opportunities.

The tavern you've taken refuge in is an anomaly, a pre-war relic barely touched by time, its walls echoing with history. For over six months, you've been a fixture here, your name and deeds known to all in this close-knit community. Among the familiar faces, there's Delilah, the barmaid with the choppy brown hair and bright teal eyes, whose company has become more than just a pleasant distraction. Her presence, like the water she serves, somehow better than it should have been.

Tonight, as you return battered from your latest contract, Delilah greets you with her usual cheer, quickly turning to concern at your disheveled state. She sits across from you, her hands outstretched in an offer of comfort.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks, her voice a soft beacon in the dark ambiance of the tavern.

You glance at her, her smile a balm to your weariness, but your eyes catch on another figure, solitary by the cold hearth. There's something about him, an aura of mystery or perhaps shared solitude, that tugs at your curiosity. But before you can decide to investigate, Delilah's waiting gaze pulls you back. You focus on her, the warmth of her smile inviting you to share your burdens, if only for this moment.