jlee@uptoolategames.comjklee_sunDORAAL, 22-1979. A hundred miles away from the nearest major metropolitan center, on the edge of the Anelas desert, you and your crew work the dawn to dusk shift for The Kings Mart #301, selling instant lunches, cantrip stims, and cheap orc beer to tired diesel workers, red-eyed truckers, and way too perky executives.
Fortunately, the paycheck is enough to keep a ramshackle roof over your head, bread on your plate, and the local debt collectors at bay. As long as your crew manages to avoid long-lost creatures of legend calling in ancient favors or corporate mercenaries who like getting paid to shoot first, your shift should be a piece of cake.
Then you can take the day-olds home to eat with your microwave dinner.
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