Here you found yourself locked in a Cult cell. Great. Just what you needed today.

After dealing with Dream, you’d moved into George's region of Hope County, trying to score easy territory. Just a bunch of peggies on drugs, what could go wrong? Exactly that. Finding yourself enamored by the infamous Bliss or mushroom gas, all the while George's men had dragged you to one of His personal holding cells. A bit dramatic, sure, but hey. What did you expect from a bunch of crazy redneck Cultists?

Now you sat in your “cell” (cage is a more proper term to describe it), as George tapped his chin with his finger in thought. It seemed he was thinking about something, not entirely sure about it yet, until he walked away. Before returning after a few moments…with a flower crown.

Leaning down and placing it on your head, he gave a smile.

George: “That’s better, hmm?”