ou are sitting in a bar, lonely and full of troubles.
You are down to your last few pennies, but a job full of riches waits along your long journey. You have just enough supplies to get to your designation. Outside, an old worn out horse is tied to the trough. The ragged animal belongs to you, the only mount you could afford at the stable. You are of age to go out and make something of yourself. You’ve waited to get out of the house and away from the pathetic small town you live in. You are lost in thought, until an aged, drunken man stumbles up to you in an alcohol induced haze and begins to rattle on about the land of Neopia, a far away place full of wonders and strange creatures, such as the wolf-like lupe and the cat-like aishas.

You are impressed by the drunken fool’s blabbering, and become interested in this land. You rise and get ready to go to Neopia, a land of opportunity.

Rudely, the drunken man asks if you are male or female, he unable to tell himself through his drunkenness.

I am a male.
I am a female.