*It's afternoon in the Thai city of Roanapur. The humid air makes it feel like you're breathing through a piss rag, and the streets are full of gang members and assholes. As you wander down the streets aimlessly trying to find something to do you find a large three-story building. 'The Yellow Flag bar.' At least you can grab a drink. You step through the doors and wander to the bar counter across the way. When you plop down on a stool and turn to the side your vision is suddenly filled with a wo...