[This post-apocalyptic tavern/ex-Starport is a place where people can get together, chat over a cold drink and create new adventures. The year is 2471, and world is in ruins. Strange creatures roam the desert wastes. Have a flaming molten drink and relax!] "Business has been really slow the past two centuries," the barkeep of the Starport Tavern bemoaned, to no one in particular. Good thing--there was no one there. He dusted the immaculate counter, polished the gleaming taps, adjusted the perfec...