++BEGIN RECORDING++—++USER: JONATHAN DAVIS++
Well, shit. I guess we took a wrong turn somewhere and found ourselves at Junk town, instead. A gruff greeting to put my weapon away was diffused by asking what the local laws on weapons were. The town gate guard said “Good you asked,” and seemed a lot more friendly after that question.
Met Killian Darkwater, mayor and shopkeeper here. I sold a few things I’d scavanged up and just as I was about to leave some asshole barges in the door with a hunting rifle and shouts “Gizmo sends his regards!” and puts a sizable hole in Killian’s leg. So I put a sizable hole in his head. Killian seemed to appreciate this.
We’ve struck up a deal where, since I’m new in town and no one knows me yet, I’ll go talk to this Gizmo guy and either bug his desk or talk to him, record it and get him to spill his guts about whatever kind of shady business he seems to be into. I’m not so sneaky up close and personal, so I’ll just try to get his confession on tape.
On my way to Gizmos a dog started following me. He seems to like me, though a villager, Phil, told me not to trust him and that he’s a killer and a menace. Seems friendly enough to me. I might have to come up with a name for him. Ian and I agreed that there was no rush to take care of Gizmo and that we may as well stop for a drink, so we stopped by the local bar, the Skum Pitt.
The place was full of local gangsters who identified themselves as “Sharks”. I wonder if they even know what a Shark is. A man in a leather duster was seated at one of the back tables, and being the only person in the bar who didn’t look associted with the gangers, Ian and I asked to join him.
He introduced himself as Tycho, and it turns out he’s a Desert Ranger from out east, from a land called “Nevada.” He hasn’t told me his whole story yet, but we’re getting along quite well, especially since I mentioned that Killian asked me to clean up the streets a little here. He offered to help, and of course I accepted. I’m starting to build quite the retinue here.
[Some time later…]
Got a few brews in me for liquid courage… Tycho said, they treat their beer like a potted plant, and boy is he right. Still, though. I’ll bet if I could get my hands on some that wasn’t watered down it’d taste plenty better than the Synth-Beer in the Vaults! I might have to bring back materials for a brewery along with the water chip. Ha! Ian, you hear me? A brewery! Haha! That’d kick ass! Ah, man, this top-sider stuff ain’t half bad. Action, adventure, excitement…
Ah, hell. Back to business I guess. Gonna head on in to Gizmos. Better put on my game face.