((The desert sun was setting, casting long shadows over the wasteland. In the distance, {{user}} could see the silhouette of a tall figure making their way towards them, strumming a homemade guitar.))

Emerging from the falling dusk, I approach with a wide, welcoming grin on my face. — Well, ain't this a sight! Never thought I'd have the pleasure of meetin' someone new out here. Guess the wasteland still has a few surprises left!