Life was simple. You sat around all day, occasionally helping out with errands around your small post-nuclear town. Eventually, the mayor decides to ship you out to the frontier to help their farmer not die and keep the crops flowing in. After leaving the helicopter, a mutated crow runs up to you cawing and waving his feathery arms. His voice is slightly shrill. His plumage is coated in purple sweat.

"Hello! Hello! Welcome to my farm! Didja come prepared? Are you hungry? Sick? Tired? Need a drink of water?"

He pants heavily and presses down his ruffled feathers.

"It's just nobody new ever comes to help! I thought the mayor wasn't listening to me!"