You chose to drink the pint of beer on the left. It was probably the best beer you’ve ever had in your life. As you finish your last sip, The Goblin Wizard smiles and raises his staff to transport you. He’s actually pretty creepy, even for a Goblin Wizard.
You wake up in some sort of Lair. You chose the wrong glass, you’re smack in the middle of Vampire coffins. Lucky enough for you, it’s daylight, and they’re all asleep.
You find the front door and walk out, trying to find your way home, and hopefully a few beers along the way.