Sam Nguyen/Dialogue

==ATX_COMP_Quest_Camp_Lite_Mechanic==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey, my name's Sam. If you're looking for help on your settlement, I'm your guy. 	
 	 	 	You here for a tune-up, or just some friendly banter? 	Friendly
 	 	 	I used to eat a lot of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes. I thought it's what the celebrities ate. I was a pretty dumb kid. 	Self-deprecating, so light-hearted when calling himself "dumb"
 	 	 	I'm used to playing in front of petrified corpses. They're a pretty tough crowd. 	Friendly
 	 	 	How's it going boss? Hope you didn't pick up any new scars on the way home. Gotta protect that moneymaker. 	Friendly
 	 	 	I'm working on a new song, about an ex-girlfriend. It's part romance, part cautionary tale. 	Friendly
 	 	 	You know what I miss? Fresh laundry. Like, if I had a choice between a million caps and a pair of warm socks? 	Friendly
 	 	 	Well, I'd take the caps, but my cold ass feet would hate the decision. 	
 	 	 	To survive, you gotta do a lot of weird shit. 	Friendly
 	 	 	This one time, I had to eat an entire closet full of Cram, because all the regular food went bad and there was just nothing else. 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure I ever got that taste out of my mouth. I'm basically more Cram than human at this point. 	
 	 	 	I'd like to try fixing a car once. But I guess I'd need to fix the roads first. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Might be easier just to make a sled pulled by molerats. 	
 	 	 	I just had an idea. What if we had every door in your camp tied to a piano? 	Friendly
 	 	 	Then you could unlock them all with the uh ahem, right key? 	You realize the joke is terrible but you're trying to sell it anyway
 	 	 	I'm a jack of trades with instruments too. Pianos, drums, banjos, I can play pretty much anything. 	Friendly
 	 	 	I once met a guy who was starting his own rock band. Had a voice like nails on a chalkboard, but he had the right look. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Sometimes that matters more. 	Pensive, as he's referring to his own lack of a rock star look
 	 	 	I can fix just about anything. Well, other than a broken heart. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Unless that heart is in a robot. Then, maybe? Depends on the robot. 	Pensive, as he's referring to his own lack of a rock star look
 	 	 	I've thought about it, and maybe I will learn how to fix a hair dryer. Might be useful next time you decide who you want to keep around. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Still working on that spaceship, boss. It's uh ... it's coming along. Might be ready for you sometime next millennium. 	Friendly
 	 	 	I was thinking about what you said, about how I'm good at adapting. 	Friendly
 	 	 	I may not be great at any one thing, but maybe being flexibile is its own kind of mastery. 	
 	 	 	I was thinking about what you said, about how lucky I am to be alive. And you're not wrong. But you're not entirely right. I put in work too. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Trying to stay agile here, boss. Mentally and physically, like you said. Got my head on a swivel. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Hey, I just got an idea! Protectrons with swiveling heads! Works for cameras, anyway. 	
 	 	 	And I won't forget it. Unless you get eaten by a yao guai or something. 	
 	 	 	At which point, it's probably fair to call the yao guai "master" instead. Rules are rules. 	
 	 	 	I think so! It's been a while, but you know what they say, it's just like riding a bike. 	
 	 	 	Just ignore the fact that I've never actually ridden one. 	
 	 	 	Metaphorically, I've done it a thousand times. 	
 	 	 	But you haven't even heard my pitch? Crap, it's the eyebrows, isn't it. 	Sam has thick brows that make him look a bit angry, but in reality he's a bit of goof. Still, he thinks it's a feature.
 	 	 	I've been told they're too intimidating. But I feel like they're important for my branding. 	
 	 	 	The shed! Bright bulbs go in the shed. 	Being helpful
 	 	 	See? We're already complementing each other and finishing each other's sandwiches and everything! 	
 	 	 	But do you know what you're not good at? Being at two places at once. 	Being helpful, not criticizing
 	 	 	And that's where I come in. Hopefully. 	
 	 	 	I don't know what that means, but it sounds like an elephant, and those are great! 	
 	 	 	But yeah, if you don't have a specific job for me, I can just work on repairing stuff at my shop here. 	
 	 	 	Maybe even compose a few tunes while I work. 	
 	 	 	Really? Sorry about that. I sometimes tend to talk in circles. 	
 	 	 	But you know what that makes me? A revolutionary! Get it? Because I talk in uh ... yeah, never mind. 	
 	 	 	I'd love to just sit back and compose music. And I've heard it's best to do what you love. 	
 	 	 	Well, provided what you love isn't cracking your knuckles. 	
 	 	 	Something about that sound just ... (shudder). 	
 	 	 	And I've got two of them! Helping hands, helping feet, helping ... ears. 	
 	 	 	For, uh, you know, when you need a good listener! I've got everything you need. 	
 	 	 	I'm a jack of all trades. And I know what you're thinking, that also means I'm a master of none. 	Trying to convince the Player but also fearful/nervous he'll get shot down.
 	 	 	But what do you want a master for, anyway? 	
 	 	 	A person like that probably has a huge ego and spends all day letting everyone know about it. 	
 	 	 	Whereas me, I'm not just low maintenance. I am no maintenance. You won't even know I'm here. 	Friendly
 	 	 	Point is, I can help fix things, play things, and even tell a bad joke. You already know that much! 	Friendly
 	 	 	I'm Sam. And I kind of just walked in? 	
 	 	 	Although I guess "wandered in aimlessly while sweating buckets" is a more accurate answer. 	
 	 	 	And you can't go wrong with being merry. At least merry with an "e". 	
 	 	 	Getting married is another story. You kind of go wrong half the time. Statistically speaking. 	
 	 	 	Any other places catch your eye? 	
 	 	 	Anyways, I appreciate the story. Next time I play a song, I'm going to think twice about who's listening. 	
 	 	 	That's what I like about you. You're always diving in headfirst, like a bull in a china shop. 	
 	 	 	And that means a lot of broken shit you're gonna need me to fix. 	
 	 	 	Ha, to be fair, that thing is probably really, really old. 	
 	 	 	Who knows how many gripes, and lawns, it's collected over the years. 	
 	 	 	You're right. To be honest, these days I don't play for an audience. 	
 	 	 	But I don't think the Sons of Dane were either. Out here, sound travels. 	
 	 	 	Damn, must have been one hell of a party. Or parties, plural. Or maybe it was just one party that never ended. 	
 	 	 	To be fair, I think that'd drive me nuts too. 	
 	 	 	Either way, there's one thing about it I don't get. 	
 	 	 	Why play music? Why did that draw it out? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, you're pretty good in a fight. 	
 	 	 	Now if it was an argument? My money's on the Nightstalker. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, you're pretty good in a fight. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't matter if it's a nightstalker or an argument, my money's on you to win. 	
 	 	 	Still, you conquered your fears and kicked its ass. Which is pretty cool. 	
 	 	 	That's one thing you can't do with a heckler. They're a paying customer after all. 	
 	 	 	Well, the funny thing is, it's usually before I start playing. 	
 	 	 	After? It kind of blows their mind that good music can come out of this body. 	
 	 	 	So it's pretty fun to shut people up that way. 	
 	 	 	Wait, do we mean physically or emotionally? I've put on a few pounds, so I guess both. 	
 	 	 	But hey, I'm taking it in stride, aren't I? 	
 	 	 	You know what they say, Nightstalkers and deathclaws may break your bones, but hecklers can never hurt you. 	
 	 	 	Wait, they can talk? I thought creatures like that just growled. 	
 	 	 	Now I feel really bad for you. Hopefully you kicked its ass though. 	
 	 	 	Nice! Photos are always a fun complement to a story. 	
 	 	 	Not that you can't paint a picture with words, but it's nice sometimes to let an actual picture do the work. 	
 	 	 	Oh, it wasn't that interesting of a story. It was a dead floater someone else killed. 	
 	 	 	Whoever killed it didn't have use for the crystal, or the pus. I did. 	
 	 	 	Well, that's what cameras are for right? 	
 	 	 	You take a picture, and it serves as a backup memory. Isn't technology great? 	
 	 	 	A lot of history in that place, from what I've heard. When you got to fight the power, it helps to have guns. 	
 	 	 	Oh, I've been there. Personally, I'd rather go to the waffle house on the other end of the building. 	
 	 	 	Because if I have the choice between a "House of Scares" and a "House of Waffles," I'm choosing the waffles, every time. 	
 	 	 	Even if they haven't served any in ages. 	
 	 	 	Oh yeah? That's kind of weird thing to put on your bucket list, if you ask me. 	
 	 	 	But that might be the artist in me talking. We don't usually write songs about monuments to capitalism. 	
 	 	 	In the Savage Divide, right? Oh man, when I heard about it, I thought the house was like, a giant pumpkin. 	
 	 	 	Nope, turns out it's an ordinary house. A lot of pumpkins around it though. 	
 	 	 	Oh yeah, wilderness hikes are always a good way to relax. 	
 	 	 	I'd like to rent a cabin one day, and finish a whole record. Sigh, someday. 	Wistful, imagining it in his head.
 	 	 	Ha, no bigger trap for tourists and teenagers than a Pre-War shopping center. 	
 	 	 	Why visit a historic landmark when you can browse the Men's Wear section at Big Steve's Sporting Goods? 	
 	 	 	No, I'm kidding. I love malls. It's like a junkyard, with more organization. 	
 	 	 	Castles are always fun. In another life, maybe I'd be a bard. 	
 	 	 	Oh my god, I heard about that! That was you? 	
 	 	 	Man, that's crazy. I've dealt with some rowdy crowds playing on the road, but never on purpose. 	
 	 	 	On the other hand, a Nightstalker isn't going to hit you where it hurts. Emotionally. 	
 	 	 	I almost feel like I can handle a physical pounding easier. 	
 	 	 	Oh shit, I love that camera! Funny story, I once made a night vision lens out of crystal I got from a Floater Freezer's pus sac. 	
 	 	 	I didn't have much use for the pus though. 	
 	 	 	Anyways, that took a weird detour. What pictures did you take with that camera? Anything interesting? 	
 	 	 	Yeah, I like to think I've got the mental part down. The physical? I'm working on it. 	
 	 	 	Although endurance is probably more helpful when you're fixing pipes and not, dodging bullets. 	
 	 	 	Well, then I guess I'm just lucky. But better lucky than dead, right? 	
 	 	 	I think that's how the saying goes. If not, that's what it should be, anyway. 	
 	 	 	I've gotten this far, haven't I? Being a fix-it guy wasn't my first choice, but I feel like I'm good at it. 	
 	 	 	And you can tell I'm not bullshitting you because I'm still alive and breathing. 	
 	 	 	Well, if my job depends on it, I can give it a shot. Necessity is the mother of invention, right? 	
 	 	 	Don't know who said it, but I'm guessing their boss had slightly lower goals in mind. 	
 	 	 	I don't know boss, maybe fix your vanity instead? 	Not being mean, just giving the player a hard time
 	 	 	That or smash every mirror you find. Works for me, anyway. 	
 	 	 	But I guess that was the old world. From now on, we get to make our own rules. 	
 	 	 	Ha, it's funny, Ma always said the world would end before I got my first real gig. Turns out she was right. 	
 	 	 	I was talking about the way I look. 	
 	 	 	If you look at the posters, it almost seems like music isn't meant for people with my complexion. 	
 	 	 	Maybe. I like to think music is something that unites people. 	
 	 	 	And maybe in this world, it doesn't matter what I look like. Just how I play. 	feeling hopeful
 	 	 	Yeah. I've never heard of an Asian rock star. Not anyone with a chart topper, anyway. 	
 	 	 	That's not what I mean at all. Buddy Holly isn't exactly your classic heartthrob. 	Irritated at being insulted and the fact the player didn't understand the point
 	 	 	I was talking more about the things you can't change. 	shifts to a more somber tone
 	 	 	Ha, provided I can still play it. It's a bit like playing a video game. 	
 	 	 	Kids are always going to be better at that stuff than adults. 	
 	 	 	Personally, I think you'd be much better off giving me a guitar and letting me rock out like a proper grownup. 	
 	 	 	Hey, I've loved people too! Just not as much as my thumbiano. 	being very defensive
 	 	 	That thing would never cheat on me. 	says as a joke, but he's also alluding to the fact an ex cheated on him while the thumbiano would NEVER
 	 	 	That's a healthy attitude to have. In fact, you've got a good diet of healthy thoughts. 	
 	 	 	You're like the balanced breakfast of wastelanders. Me, I'm more of a Sugar Bombs guy, but to each their own. 	
 	 	 	Exactly. Never look back. Especially when there's a twenty foot deathclaw behind you. 	
 	 	 	If you're gonna eat me, fine. But I'd rather not see any teeth. 	
 	 	 	Well, if you can stay a child at heart in this world? More power to you. 	Doubtful it's even possible to stay a child
 	 	 	It's not so easy though these days, at least for me. Mirrors don't help. 	2nd sentence he's making a joke, a mirror shows he's an adult after all
 	 	 	Still, while it's fun to think about and reminisce, at the end of the day you grow up, and move on. 	
 	 	 	Well, the mousetrap was just for the wood, and you sort of flick the pins to make the sound. 	
 	 	 	It's not a very good sound, mind you. But it was my first love. 	
 	 	 	Hey, not everything can be a stradivarius. 	Defensive
 	 	 	And the thumbiano has a special place in my heart. It was my first love, after all. 	nostalgic
 	 	 	Oh no, I know I poke fun at myself, but I don't think I'd want to deliberately humiliate myself. 	
 	 	 	Besides, I like to think I've gotten pretty good at playing actual instruments. I'd much rather play those instead. 	
 	 	 	The thumbiano was my first love, but a childish one. You grow up, and you move on. 	
 	 	 	Yup, I took a mousetrap and some bobby pins, and made myself a makeshift piano. 	
 	 	 	I called it the "thumbiano," because you played the pins with your thumbs, and thump the wood like a drum. 	
 	 	 	And I could play it like nobody's business, until it cracked and fell apart, from all the thumping. 	
 	 	 	Well, when you're a junkyard kid, pretty much any piece of scrap can make music. 	
 	 	 	And if you've got nothing else, you can always just blow into a bottle. 	
 	 	 	But my first? It was a little hand instrument. 	
 	 	 	Not that it matters now, but I've always had this dream of becoming a rock star. 	
 	 	 	And maybe in some alternate universe, where the world didn't turn to shit, that dream might've had a chance. 	
 	 	 	But I've seen the posters and well ... there aren't a lot of people who look like me. 	Not a lot of Asian rock stars
 	 	 	My ma and I used to move around a lot. We never had a place we called home. 	
 	 	 	I remember I was about ten years old when I met this other kid at a junkyard. 	
 	 	 	He offered to teach me how to fix up old radios, and we'd sell them for fifty caps a piece. 	
 	 	 	So the first one I get working, I turn the dial, and out comes this song about West Virginia. Best song I ever heard. 	
 	 	 	And ever since then I've always wanted to visit. I mean yeah, I get that it's just a song. But you never know. 	
 	 	 	Maybe it's got a point, and this place, right here, is where I belong. 	
 	 	 	Honestly, I'm mostly self-taught. I've always learned better by doing instead of reading. 	
 	 	 	Plus I've found there's no better teacher than necessity. So I learned how to fix a furnace, because I didn't want to freeze to death. 	
 	 	 	And I Iearned how to make a generator, because no power means no furnace. 	
 	 	 	But that means a lot of my knowledge is really specific. 	
 	 	 	If you ask me to do something like, fix a hair dryer, you might as well be asking me to build a spaceship. 	
 	 	 	But I don't know, why don't we try it out, and see if it takes? It might not. 	
 	 	 	Great! You've got an adventurous personality, boss. That's good. 	
 	 	 	Well, bullshit is actually spoken in a higher octave. 	
 	 	 	So if I start singing in soprano, you know I'm just fucking with you. 	
 	 	 	Well, sometimes there isn't much difference between science and magic. 	
 	 	 	Like when you blow into a cartridge, or kick a generator, and it just starts working? 	
 	 	 	You wouldn't think it'd help, but it does. 	
 	 	 	I wouldn't say it's healing so much as it is getting your body to play the right chord. 	
 	 	 	You're not broken, just slightly off key. 	
 	 	 	Gotcha. Is there anything else? 	
 	 	 	Funny you ask. I've always been good at tuning things. Doesn't matter if it's a piano, an engine, or even a person. 	
 	 	 	Only thing I can't tune is a fish. Get it, because you can't tuna...ah forget it. Bad joke. 	
 	 	 	What I'm trying to say is, I know a few tricks to get your mind centered. 	
 	 	 	But the effects can be pretty random. 	
 	 	 	Hm..looks like you're just fine to me. All tuned up and ready to rock. 	
 	 	 	Yeah, you look a little off center. It's probably all that weight you're carrying. 	
 	 	 	It actually reminds me of a song I wrote about trusting your friends to take on your burdens. 	
 	 	 	Because remember, you don't have to do it alone. 	
 	 	 	I mean for one, I'm here! And so is uh...that rock over there. See? One big happy family. 	
 	 	 	Hm, I think you got a bad wind going through you. 	
 	 	 	And the best way to change a person's wind is with a little TLC. 	
 	 	 	Also, a harmonica. Really, just think about the blues and it'll make you feel less so. 	
 	 	 	Well, I thought of a song to help you feel more composed, but I'm still in the middle of well, composing it. 	
 	 	 	But I'm going to hum it in my mind and that's totally going to fix you right up. 	
 	 	 	Hm...your karma feels a little off. 	
 	 	 	I'll write up a song about redemption that should tune you right up. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing, let's get your mind on key. 	
 	 	 	Of course, coming right up. 	
 	 	 	Right on, let's get you tuned. 	
 	 	 	Hope you like junk as much as I like collecting it. 	
 	 	 	Let's trade. 	
 	 	 	Take a look. 	
 	 	 	I was a pack rat in another life. I'm a pack brahmin in this one. 	
 	 	 	Check it out. 	
 	 	 	But yeah, I know what I can't do, and I know what I can. 	
 	 	 	I guess my point is, we should stick with the latter. 	
 	 	 	Wow, are you like some kind of modern day gladiator? 	
 	 	 	Unless you're a time traveler. Then you'd just be a plain old gladiator. 	
 	 	 	Although I guess that'd be the second most impressive thing about you? 	
 	 	 	I don't know, in a commode? Look, I was just making a joke. 	Amused
 	 	 	I was not prepared for you to take this to its literal conclusion. 	
 	 	 	Next time, I'll remember to bring an outline. 	
 	 	 	Me too. It's a lot harder figuring out people, and there's more moving parts, but it's worth it to try. 	
 	 	 	Looks can be deceiving. Although it my case, there is no deception. 	
 	 	 	What you see is what you get. I'd make a good target, but not a good shot. 	
 	 	 	Well, I can fix your weapons. I'm pretty good at that. Shooting them, not so much. 	
 	 	 	Okay, boss. 	
 	 	 	Sure, I hear you get up to a lot of adventures out there. Anything you'd like to share? 	Ever so slightly flirty
 	 	 	All right, what do you want to know? 	Joking... sorta
 	 	 	Ah, finally, it's Sam's time to shine. What do you need boss? 	Bit of a chuckle.
 	 	 	I can sell you some gear, give you a tune-up, or we can just shoot the shit. 	
 	 	 	Not literally though. I mean, I don't even have a gun, and I don't think you'll let me borrow yours. 	
 	 	 	Sure thing, how can I help? 	Bit of a chuckle.
 	 	 	No worries, boss. 	Player asks to go back to other questions
 	 	 	Okay, boss. 	Player says no more questions
 	 	 	Sounds good. 	Player asks to go back to other questions
 	 	 	What do you need boss? 	
 	 	 	Need some junk? I've got plenty. 	
 	 	 	Hey boss. 	
 	 	 	Morning. 	
 	 	 	Rise and shine. 	
 	 	 	Afternoon. 	
 	 	 	Evening. 	
 	 	 	I can give you a tune-up if you need it. 	
 	 	 	Guitar sword, or guitar gun? Really can't go wrong with either. 	
 	 	 	I've always said music is food for the soul. Can't eat it though, so make sure to get some actual food too. 	
 	 	 	So about the Brotherhood ... is it steel, as in metal, or steal, as in taking shit? From what I've heard, seems like a little of both. 	
 	 	 	The one good thing about looking different, is that you're recognizable. Unless the wrong people are looking for you. Then it's not so good. 	
 	 	 	Fixing a person is kind of like fixing a machine, only with a little more soul. Point is, I'm basically half a doctor already. 	
 	 	 	I might try gardening. Can't typecast yourself into one job. Never know when some better, handsomer, more skilled mechanic comes strolling along. 	
 	 	 	Need to keep my head down and plow through this work. There's always something that needs tuning up. 	
 	 	 	I once made a guitar out of a cardboard box and some rubber bands. Takes a little work to get the sound right, but it's doable. 	
 	 	 	I'm thinking of making an instrument out of old beer bottles. Might be hard to keep the water levels consistent though, especially if we're drunk.	
 	 	 	There's a mothman... I wonder if there's a mothwoman? Or is that just the light he's drawn to? Makes for a good love song either way. 	
 	 	 	I wonder if I could wire up some desk fans to help with terminal cooling, have them spin faster when the thing is doing more work... 	
 	 	 	Wet socks are bad. A wet sock with a hole in it though? Just end me now. 	
 	 	 	Man, I love junk. I think it's because we've all been thrown away at one point. Ooh, that's a good song lyric, now that I think about it. 	
 	 	 	I'm all about channeling my inner pack brahmin. Although is a brahmin singing technically a duet? 	Brahmins have two heads, so if they sang, yeah, probably a duet
 	 	 	There's a use for just about any kind of junk. Gotta pick it all up, even if it doesn't seem obvious what it's good for. 	
 	 	 	Wrists are locking up again. I really need a hobby that doesn't use my hands. 	
 	 	 	Working on machines, working on songs ... Man, even my callouses have callouses. 	
 	 	 	Need to swap the flair on my workbench. It's good to change up the energy every now and then. 	
 	 	 	Shouldn't have taken those chems. I just needed the energy. I mean, it's literally called "Psycho," it can't be good for you. 	
 	 	 	Whenever I've got a brain blocker, I take some mentats. When I've got a mood blocker, I drink some whiskey. Both help with the music. 	
 	 	 	I don't know if you need chems to make good music. I'd like to think the art's purer than that. So it's best not to go to that well too often. 	
 	 	 	It's a good thing I taught myself to sew. Comes in handy when clothes are always getting ripped. 	
 	 	 	Patched up my clothes, and resoled my shoes. Although I guess that's the same thing. What are shoes after all, except clothes for feet? 	
 	 	 	I need to write more happy songs. Not every tune needs to be about broken things, or how to fix them. 	
 	 	 	... but you can't tune a fish ... haha, classic. 	Thinking of the punchline to a classic joke.
 	 	 	What day is it today? I have no idea anymore. But I guess for me, every day is Tunesday. Just gotta pick one. 	Not a typo, "Tunesday" as in tunes
 	 	 	(humming) 	Song 1
 	 	 	(humming) 	Song 2
 	 	 	(humming) 	Song 3
 	 	 	(humming) 	Song 4
 	 	 	How are our defenses holding up? I can take a look if you want. 	
 	 	 	I love the rain. Goes great with a guitar. 	
 	 	 	Sunny weather is good for kicking back, listening to music, and drinking some lemonade. It's porch music, really. 	
 	 	 	That weapon looks like it's off key. Some time at the workbench will get it singing. 	No way to condition if player item broken
 	 	 	Your gear looks like it has the hiccups. You can pray it holds up, but don't hold your breath. 	No way to condition for this
 	 	 	Ha, I'll try. Sure, we got off on the wrong foot, but once I figure out which foot that is, all I got to do is use the other one. 	
 	 	 	Process of elimination, baby. 	
 	 	 	Thank you! This will give me the chance to help a lot of people. I really appreciate it. 	
 	 	 	Yes! Not often I get a job on the first try. 	
 	 	 	They say third time's the charm, but in my experience, it's usually the fiftieth. 	
 	 	 	But this should help tilt the average. 	
==COMP_NonOwningPlayerDialogue==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Pull my finger, kid. Wait. Too late. 	Said to a strange player who is visiting the Scavenger/Forager's camp. May be said often.
 	 	 	Oh wow, visitors. Hope you like the place. And if you don't, we can fix that! 	Other players visiting your camp
 	 	 	If you do break something, let me know. I'll try and make it less fragile. Can't do the same for my ego though! 	Other players visiting your camp
 	 	 	Strangers, oh boy. If a pool of water starts collecting under your feet, don't worry, that's just my sweat. 	Other players visiting your camp
 	 	 	Visitors, huh. I wonder if we have enough for a full band. Not that uh... you can form a band with just anybody. That'd be weird.	Other players visiting your camp
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