Vignettes (from the Player's Survival Guide):<br/><br/>One<br/><br/>In the airport an intoxicated fellow talks to you.  He's in his forties, ragged, and smelly--but happy.  He's with a crew of friends, bodyguards, and groupies.  His speech is a little slurred, but he definitely has a US accent.  He says:<br/><br/>"Just off the plane?  Oh brother, do I envy you!  I remember when I first got off that plane.  No, I don't so much 'remember' it as know it happened, and I imagine it was pretty cool.  But you, you're in for a real good time.  It's like Heaven and Hell all rolled up into one and sneezed out God's nose to the tune of the Star Spangled Banner.  Yeah, but it's not for me no more.  Me, I'm heading back to Betty Ford's.  Yeah, got to recuperate so I can get my butt back here for the big bash at the end of the world.  Take care, and overdo it, man!"<br/><br/>Two<br/><br/>A lady with silver hair is surreptitiously pointing an odd device at passers-by on the street.  From what you can see of it, it looks like an old adding machine with a tuning fork mounted on top.  She notices you watching, slips the machine into her purse, and ducks nonchalantly into a shoe store.<br/><br/>Three (from a tabletop game)<br/><br/>"Where was I?"<br/><br/>"You were talking about the incident at the apartment."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, right.  Okay.  So there we were, five complete strangers suddenly finding ourselves in this one shabby apartment in the middle of Four Points.  We're doing the whole stare-down thing, just a hair shy of a Mexican standoff, when there's this knock at the door.  It opens, and this guy...Aftrican, I think.  He had on a long flowing kaftan, a straw boater hat, and he had this black leather briefcase.  He takes two steps in and punches himself on the side of the head like he's saluting or something.  He holds up the briefcase and says, clearly and distinctly:<br/><br/>'I have brought His Excellency's pajamas.'<br/><br/>We're all thinking it, okay?  But the guy next to me blurts out 'say<em>what</em>?'  Doofus sets down the briefcase, gives that stupid salute again, and leaves without another word.  Dead silence for about thirty seconds while we all process this."<br/><br/>"And then what happened?"<br/><br/>"Whaddya think?  We all fought over who got to open the briefcase!  What a mess..."<br/><br/><br/>