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>THORN RING. A ring adorned with many spikes, radiates with a foul power. STA--, Mental Protection--, +4 FORCE dice and allows two die rerolls per round. Wearer is incapable of disobeying anything you tell them.
>SPAMTON STYLE SHADES. Energy Collection++, Extraction+, Physical Protection+, incredibly god damn gaudy. Enemies WILL focus on the wearer.
>Alternate M-Company catalog. You'll read the finer details when you're inside.
>Colorful Cloth. Offers no benefits but you feel way better having it for some reason.
>I.E.D. You know what this does.
>Salt Cookies x2. Lightly heals burn damage and removes oil/lightly suppress fires.
>Wasteland Ring. Unknown if it does anything but it feels weirdly nice to hold onto.
>-8 A, 12 C, and all of your 'kromer'.
>-Bloody Stew, WAH MOOL, Meat and Sand vial, 2 sweets, 6 cups worth of Doublecaf coffee, a jar of your tar, and six bottles of beer.
Once all is said and done, you wipe your brow. You're not really tired at all. OWB has been keeping you pretty well rested physically, you just felt like doing it to feel cool. Mr. Salt can hardly hold back a snort.
"HA-HA-HA! It's cold out here, not hot! Nerd!"
Spamton makes a confused buzz. "WHAT IS HE DOING? I CAN'T [Third letter] HIM TOO WELL!" You did notice Mr. Salt whispering some of the stuff you wanted from Spam's shop. Regardless, you have some information you want to learn.
"So, look." You store away the piles of potentially cursed garbage into the two bags he gave to you. "I know jack nor shit about where I'm at. Feel free to laugh but can I get a small lowdown on reality?"
"Sure, sure. What do you wanna know, Mr. Amne? HA HA!" Salt leans forward on the counter. "Already told you a little bit a few days back."
"Just whatever you know, general strokes about the City. Though there's a few companies and details I wanna ask when I get that low down."
"Well, this City has been around far longer than any of us. Some say we simply found it, or it called us, rather than us building it! I think that's a load of bullshit, though!"
"You're lucky. You're in P-District. Some people call it District 16, it's a semantic thing. There's about 30 odd some districts? Only 26 are occupied, we don't really know what happened to the others."
He sips from the cup of coffee you gave him. You drink from yours too. "Basically, District 27 to...I lost count after 31. Long dead companies used to run 'em. Hell, only one or two companies haven't killed another company to take their spot."
"Those abandoned districts are fucking infested by monsters, freaks, and the destitute. A lot of abnormalities too. A lotta energy but very, very dangerous." He pauses. "What rating system do ya got?"
"A through X for how aggressive their behavior is, 0 through 5 for how much damage they can cause. Easy, simple, to the point."
"Yeaaah, most are Xs and 4s or above. I don't think we get many 5s. The real big shits are City-wide emergency alarm kinda stuff. Be thankful for that."
