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This is your ship - ordinarily, it would be floating off the ground. [Enter] - Return to main menu
The crash landing and damaged components, however, make that somewhat difficult.
You'll need to find some replacement parts to get the ship running again.
Parts Needed:
Tools
Radioactive Fuel
Star Map
It's a somewhat worn-down road sign that says "Welcome to Rust Belt!"
Below that, someone wrote:
"Robots trying to take our jobs will be shot on sight!"
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It's a mound of rocks. There's nothing special about them, and they're not particularly useful.
You pick one up anyway, out of pity.
[Got a Useless Rock!]
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You've already picked up one useless rock - you really don't need another.
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An old man, aged 50-60, who appears to be partly or completely blind. This may explain why his glasses don't have lenses. It does not, however, explain the fake mustache.
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Gas Man: Hello? Is somebody there?
Gas Man: Don't let my glasses fool you - I'm mostly harmless!
Gas Man: Here - you can have one of my spares!
[Got the Novelty Disguise!]
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Gas Man: What am I doing out here, you ask? Great question!
Gas Man: I'm running the only organic gas station in the entire Midwest!
Gas Man: Sure, my vegetable oil doesn't give much - or any! - power...
Gas Man: ...but one taste and you'll see that it's the tastiest fuel around!
[Got some Vegetable Oil!]
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Gas Man: Oh, well hel~lo there!
Gas Man: I can't help but notice that you have your hands on a work of art!
Gas Man: I will gladly part with my tools to get my hands all over those articles!
[Exchanged Dirty Magazine for Spare Tools!]
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Gas Man: Hello? Are you still there? [Enter] - Return to main menu
Gas Man: Oh, no - they took my things and left!
Gas Man: Just like the damn Feds...and my ex-wife...
It's a swingset made for young children (and drunk adults).
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One of many trees in this area. Like the rest of this town, it too suffers from neglect and ignorance of the environment.
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A (relatively) young woman who is thoroughly invested in something on her phone. Her child, less than 20 feet away, is thoroughly ignored.
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Mother: Please don't talk to me right now - I'm about to beat my record in Happy Bird.
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(She's preoccupied with her phone, and isn't even looking up.)
Mother: You don't look like you're from around here, mister.
Mother: Go away - I don't give out money to vagrants.
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(She's still not really looking up from her phone.)
Mother: I still smell something, so I know you're still there.
Mother: There are homeless shelters that can deal with people like you.
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(She seems a little more annoyed now.)
Mother: Sir, I spent quite a lot on this perfume. It was the best they had at MalMart.
Mother: I can't appreciate it with your stench all over me.
Mother: I'd appreciate it if you left.
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Mother: Sir, this is your last warning.
Mother: If you keep pestering me, I will have to divert my attention away from mobile games.
Mother: I don't think either of us want that.
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A small child, who appears to have been deprived of love and attention for some time. Judging from his appearance, however, he clearly does not lack for sugary snacks.
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Child: Hey mister! Do you think you could help me?
Child: My kite's stuck, and my mom is neglecting me again to look at her phone.
Child: Could you help me get it down?
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Child: Wow, mister - how did you jump that high?
Child: I've seen people jump down a lot, but never jump up that high!
Child: Well, anyway, thanks for getting my kite back!
Child: Here's my way of saying thanks!
[Got a Dirty Magazine!]
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Child: That was a really good throw, mister!
Child: It was just like that time my dad got my cat down from the roof!
Child: Thank you for helping me - here, I'd like you to have this!
[Got a Dirty Magazine!]
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Child: Thanks again for the help, mister!
Child: Hey mister - where are your clothes?
Child: My dad sometimes doesn't have clothes, too.
Child: But there's usually policemen around, then.
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Child: Mister, why are you in the park?
Child: You're not here to offer kids candy, are you?
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Child: My mom said not to talk to strangers with different skin colors.
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Child: Stay away! Stranger Danger!
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A young man whose hopes and dreams are as alive as the burgers he flips.
He seems to be fighting either sleep deprivation or mild intoxication.
(Possibly both.)
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Fast Food Guy: Oh - a customer!
Fast Food Guy: Hello, sir (or madam)! Do you want a free sample of our burgers?
Fast Food Guy: Don't worry 'bout the chunks - they're not all inedible.
Fast Food Guy: Not really sure what you meant by that, sir.
Fast Food Guy: Let's try this again - would you like a free sample?
Fast Food Guy: Woah, dude - you didn't actually have to take the sample!
Fast Food Guy: I'm impressed, bro. I gotta respect that kind of bravery.
Fast Food Guy: Let me know if you need anything else! Or if you start glowin'.
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Fast Food Guy: No problems, my man - I've fished ramen out of the trash that was healthier than this crap.
Fast Food Guy: If you need anything else, just let me know.
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Fast Food Guy: Woah, dude - I'm gonna need to see a shirt before you get any service, alright?
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Fast Food Guy: You're weirding me out here, man.
Fast Food Guy: I don't have any stuff to discuss with you, alright?
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Fast Food Guy: Hey, man - please go away.
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Fast Food Guy: Okay, you're really just being too weird here, bro.
Fast Food Guy: If you don't stay back, I'mma have to call the cops, bro.
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Fast Food Guy: Dude - what are you doing?
Fast Food Guy: I'm pretty sure we use that stuff to kill the rats we use for meat.
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Fast Food Guy: I've got to sell some burgers, but the oil in my frier's starting to eat through the floor.
Fast Food Guy: We need some vegetable oil here that doesn't set off Geiger counters, man.
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Fast Food Guy: Wait, you actually want this radioactive sludge?
Fast Food Guy: Hey, man, I'm not judging - I'm down to make a trade.
Fast Food Guy: Thanks a lot, bro. Now I can get back to not earning a living wage!
[Traded Vegetable Oil for Radiactive Waste!]
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Fast Food Guy: Hey, thanks again for the help, bro.
Fast Food Guy: Gotta make sure our inedible slop is quality slop, am I right?
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Teacher: Groovy! Although... are you sure you don't need this?
Teacher: You do look a bit - shiny.
Teacher: Alright - but take this star map, gotta keep up that karma.
[Got a Star Map!]
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A man, somewhere between 25 and 35. He keeps chattering to himself about star signs and energy crystals. Perhaps the humans have mastered space travel after all?
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