The open mic was a bust, to say the least. Frank was generally disappointed. The place was fairly packed, but apparently people weren't as interested in board games as Frank thought they would. It didn't help that the mic was constantly in use. Not with the newer, emo, slam poetry he expected, but with long odes, sonnets, even epics. The one silver lining to the evening was that Frank felt inspired by one particular epic about a disgraced prince in search of redemption, that he ran home, pulled out his typewriter, and began pounding away with the backstory for his next great creative work: a Choose-Your-Own Adventure novel!