Pangolin grumbles as he responds to Thraeryn, "Not much, just the same old wasteland. Humans keep ruining everything, killing and eating my friends. It's infuriating. And I can't shake off the fact that I was mutated into this freakish form. My best friend, a capybara, disappeared into the city, and I miss him. If you're interested, I have some weird berries to trade, but that's about it."

taken in wasteland

Thraeryn examines the old terminal and sees that it is an IBM XT with a modem connected to a long curly phone cable.

taken in lowerlevel

Irq is a teenager with shaggy hair and a wary expression. He wears a patched-up jacket and carries a small cage with a rat inside. His eyes dart around nervously, but he seems intrigued by your presence. "Hey, you... you're new here, right? You should be careful. There's some weird stuff happening on the lower decks. I've seen things, man. Things you wouldn't believe."

taken in bridge

"Hey Thraeryn! Not much new, just trying to keep up with the demand for wetware upgrades. Have you found any interesting tech lately?" Starla looks at Thraeryn with a curious expression, waiting for a response.

taken in bridge

Thraeryn's friend looks up from his small food cart and gives a warm smile. "Thraeryn! It's been a while, my friend. What brings you here tonight?"

taken in downtown

Ratz looks up from cleaning a glass and squints at Thraeryn with his wrinkled face. "Ah, Herr Thraeryn! How ya doin' tonight?" He pauses for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. "Actually, now that I think about it, someone was asking for you earlier. Didn't catch their name, but they seemed mighty interested in finding you."

taken in chatsubo

The goat leans in closer with an unsettling grin. "Ah, this minidisc holds secrets beyond mortal comprehension. Its label glows with a fluorescent pink hue, and it can only be played with a minidisc player," the goat explains. "On the label, you'll find 'secrets.txt' written in sharpie. Curiosity piqued, perhaps?"

taken in alley

The goat looks up at Thraeryn with a glint in its eyes. "Ah, Thraeryn, my dear friend. I am always yearning for the abyss," the goat says with a deep bleat. "Have you come seeking the forbidden knowledge, or just passing through?"

taken in alley

Anesthesia stands before Zeb, her pale complexion contrasting with the vibrant red velvet dress she wears. Her piercing gaze locks onto his eyes, filled with a subtle hunger. Her presence exudes an air of danger, hinting at the darkness that lies within her.

taken in backstage

Zeb sits on the old green leather sofa, sinking into its worn cushions. The sofa creaks under his weight, but it's surprisingly comfortable. Anesthesia: *walks over to Zeb with a graceful stride* I see you've found a cozy spot on the sofa. Enjoying the backstage scene?

taken in backstage