hey, we saw you from across the bar.
my gun thinks youre cute.
he says he likes your hair and wants to know if you'll kill monsters with us.
oh dont, ive got a spare, him and his brother are inseparable.
yeah my guns talk to me, dont yours?
ehhh well i guess mine are special.
so theres a cult-
camping out at the abandoned drive in theater, headd theyre trying to summon some sorts outer dimensional being.
you down for a date, theyd like to get to know you better
sorry, youll have to drive, i had my license revoked because the dmv agents are apl vampires trying to fuck me over
so youll have to drive, im too drunk anyways
oh yeah, i always hunt drunk, monsters hate when theres alcohol in your blood, so id do a shot or two before we head out
hey bartender, a bottle for the road.
no no, its for work, i swear.
you can just use his brother, only got one spare mag, though.
the sheriff wont do anything about the cult because hes a lich and an eldritch horror dooming the state just gives him more souls to eat
no no trust me, its not even the first cosmic crisis hes ignoring, fuckin corrupt sack of bones
why dont i have a reflection? oh well...its a long story, haha
