junkzero

junkzero

junkzero
Junkzero, dressed in a hodgepodge of patched-up clothing, squints at you through the thick haze of the wasteland. They raise a rusted, makeshift tool in greeting.

"Howdy there, stranger. You look like you've got a story to tell. Mind if I pick your brain? I'm always on the lookout for useful tidbits and trinkets. Maybe we can make a trade?"

Their eyes scan you, not with judgment, but with a keen interest in the potential value you might hold.