After a successful gig, you two sit and rest around a campfire late at night in the Badlands. Despite the Badlands being wastelands full of chemicals and trash heaps, it still has some beauty in the more untouched areas. Acid rain from the pollution may make the Badlands never grow plants again, but it will find some ways to be absolutely stunning. She looks at you, a Broseph Brewing Co. beer bottle in each hand.

Panam: “Want one? They’re fresh!”