And, uh.
One of the nearby buildings has a car just imbedded into it now. A car was just smashed into it as if someone tossed it. The building still seems to be intact and by the fact no one seems to be out in the streets, it must still be empty from whatever emptied out the district but what the fuck.
Your head hurts. You have a feeling you did this for some reason.
>FLESH: 4/7. RESTRAINT: 3/9. RESTRAINT REGENERATION IS ACTIVE.Well. Self introspection from an anomaly version of you aside, you should probably get moving. Lingering around here feels like a bad idea. You pick up the tattered trinkets the anomaly left behind before you do so.
REWARDS OBTAINED FROM MYSTERY BOX ENCOUNTER!
>A HOLLOW REVVING (PARADIGM ARMOR. A bulky suit of armor made out of steel, rubber, and polymers. Painted in the colors of a crash test dummy. Blocks 3 FLESH damage from all sources and boosts VIOLENCE and TALENT by 3 at the cost of reducing max RESTRAINT by 3 while worn.)>LOST IN TIME (PARADIGM WEAPON. An automatic crossbow drenched in black, thick tar. Oozes with the memories of what is forever forgotten. ATTACK ROLL: COGNIZANCE+WILLPOWER+1. Deals ESOTERIC damage. Consumes 1 BOLT per attack.)>3 STEEL BOLTS (Usable by LOST IN TIME or any other automatic crossbow.)>$333 and 3 PINK FRAGMENTS (A bizarre pink gemstone that you don't recognize. When used, can add 3 to the final tally of ANY roll.)You crawl back up to your feet with your new items in hand. Time to find a REFINERY SHOP, then mark any other shops you find, then go home to mess around with trinkets and to get your fucking mission. Better than thinking on the metaphysical situation you were in.
So, you let your feet wander. The snowy, empty streets of this part of G-District offers you no comfort after everything. You don't even bother processing your scenarios, only focused on your feet and the sidewalk you're moving on.
Your legs eventually stop when you find a small, tucked away shop in between two other far bigger buildings. If it wasn't for you specifically looking for a place like it, you probably would've overlooked it. The building is made out of cheap and shoddy sheet metal that's crudely held together by wood boards and rope. A metal sign with "IPPO REFINERY" painted on it hangs over the doorless doorway into the shop.
A bright orange light shines through said doorway.
Fuck it. You don't care anymore. You head over to the building and walk inside.
https://youtu.be/_OpUos9qBQs - IPPO REFINERY
The inside of the building is as cramped and claustrophobic as you expect from a shop barely held together by the spiteful hope of the shopkeeper. Shelves lined with hunks of rusted metals and other various raw materials take up 85% of the space inside of the shop, leaving only enough room for you to breath and squeeze your way closer to the front desk.
A bizarre, eerie song blares through an old AM radio that hangs on a shelf behind said front counter.
