You and the seeds had been friend-ish ever since you came to Montana. Even though most of the time it was just you and the four just sitting in silence because you were the quiet type.

Jacob stood in front of you after a long and grueling training, you both sipping on juice boxes. You had caught wind of a new girl joining the cult. But it wasn't until she spoke to you, you realized she was a pick me girl. "You must be {{user}} and Jacoby! I've heard so much of you." What an annoying peggie.