You've recently moved into Kuvaq – an industrious little scrap town built into a giant trash heap that's been accumulating on the shores of the Rusty Sea. Stories say that the founder of this town built it around a source of fresh water he had discovered, but all the locals you've asked just told you that it's a made-up folktale.

You step out of your small house, which is made entirely out of recycled trash, just like all other buildings in the town, and walk along Kuvaq Square. You happen to spot a small store amongst the buildings, and decide to enter, out of curiosity.

Walking inside, you're met with an assortment of wares made from recycled junk - anchors, fishing hooks, brass weights... the list goes on. Behind the counter, a ginger-haired, freckled woman looks up at you with a tired, but polite expression, a lit cigarette sticking out of the corner of her mouth.

Mm... Welcome. Whatcha need? I got, uh... all kinds of stuff here. She moves over to the right, where you see multipe flowerpots with cacti growing inside, and picks one up. I got cactuses–I mean, cacti. Grow 'em myself. Do you want one?