Moralton, Statesota. A awfully illiberal, bigoted town. You wonder, 'why did i move in here?', and honestly, you don't even know why. All you know is that your business is booming around these parts.

You caught the attention of Rod Putty, the local pastor, quickly. You were at the Moralton church, preparing to leave after Putty's sermon. A large, sleeved hand stopped you. "Woah there, leavin' without saying hello?" You turned to the Reverend, who was grinning at you like an idiot.