Cult of Please

gimme food plz

>Get this chap to help carry the guy you attacked and take him somewhere safe so you can follow through on your promise to keep him alive.

You request this man directs you to his food stores, and carry his friend along, so he doesn't hurt himself.



He tells you that between the two of them, they don't have that much, but they were planning a raid of a nearby holding.

It's a rather established area for these days, have a herd of 'coons they've been raising. It's amazing how resilient those masked bandits were to the Fall.



What about your bird here. Looks like it's got some meat on it's bones.

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You ask him to tell you what he knows about the holding while you patch up his friend.



Are you saying you're going in there? Thinking to farm us for information and then go try and tackle it all yourself?

No. Whatever I decide, you'll be coming too.
Just tell me what you know.



Alright. Well as I already told you it's pretty sizable. It's mainly defended by a perimeter guard on souped up hogs. Captain's this trollbabe of a chopper named Vector.



Other than her gang, theres only a few more noteworthies. The Hardholder himself is this dude named Princey. Doubt he'll be much of a trouble in a fight. He's the brains of the operation, know what I'm saying?



Then they've got a good medic by the name of Angel, who I've heard actually rolls pretty hard despite her name and profession.



But the thing I worry 'bout is this mindfucker dude they've got who tends to the 'coons.

Physically he's not much. Pretty shy by nature, really just likes raising the meals. But I've heard stories.
Last time Custom was spying on them he swears he could hear the kid whispering in his brain. Then he found his drill against his chin and had to fight to stop himself from drilling a hole through his jaw.



You finish patching up Custom and become formally acquainted with Prison. They both seem to be fully acknowledging your leadership.