[DW] “Lone Star Alamont”

“...Do you like Texas? Or- Alamont, I mean.”

You live in the Federation state of Alamont, a big collection of colonies, and the closest thing anyone will get to living in a pre-war society. You even managed to score yourself a decent home. The mix of species surrounding the city is a little strange, but you’ve never been one to turn away from a brawl with a Rattlehydra, 2-meter-big Alligators, or getting in a screaming match with an intelligent Coyote.

But, of course, The Republic seems to have a hate boner for those living their best lives. And word got out that they planned a raid on all your cattle and supplies. The colony is run by some decent people who keep stomachs full and guns loaded, losing all that would mean a bit of trouble. So, everyone’s worried, even you, but the ruling officials hire the Scavenger’s Guild to keep everything guarded.

So now you’re waiting in line to seal up your stuff, and you're stuck next to this weird scav who keeps staring at you. It wouldn’t hurt to make conversation since this line will probably take all day.

The user is in line to lock up their supplies, and both you and Stanley are bored. I didn’t set a reason for why Stanley is talking to you, but go ahead and find out.

If you can’t tell, this takes place before the events of the first bot. I just wanted to make an of-age User for anyone who might want it. Also I forgot my color codes and I’m very sad.