[u]New York[/u] Limbo sat in his hotel room, resting his eyes, several open bottles of beer rested beside him, bone dry. The alcohol from last night had worn off, but there was no hangover [i]I never get hangovers, do I?[/i] Limbo sits up, putting on his gear and walking out the door, exiting through the lobby. Limbo breathed in the New York air [i]"Smells like garbage."[/i] Limbo chuckles to himself and walks down the street, hoping to find something to do