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"None a' that mister bullcrap. The name's Ishmael. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're stranded out here for the night, ain't ya?"
"Yes, yes I am." You admit.
He laughs, revealing a grin with several missing teeth and disgusting plaque buildup on the rest. "Then you better get walking to safety sometime soon, son. <span class="mu-i">There's plenty of things out in these woods that'll eat you up.</span> They'll peel open that rustbucket and fish you out like canned goods, they will. Assuming they don't feel like playing with you, first."
Not one bit of what he said was reassuring to you. The woods didn't exactly feel safe before; now they're downright oppressive. The general ambiance makes it hard to tell if Ishmael is exaggerating to fuck with you or being genuine right now. There's no way a bear could just rip apart your truck so easily, right?
>Ask to accompany Ishmael to his cabin. Safety in numbers, and he seems like he knows the area damn well to be wandering around at night.
>Make your way to the safety of the main street on foot. You're not about to trust some random shifty old man you met in the woods...
>You're not getting out of this truck until morning, no siree.
>Something else...? (Write-in!)
