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Mission: Sneaky, Thieving Papoo |
DescriptionGrey papoo like to steal shiny pieces of junk, er, that is, Ol' Mort's valuable possessions.
Objectives
DialogOl' Mort (136213, 84243)
What do you want? Choices:
- That's not really a welcome.
- I'm selling these fine leather jackets.
If you choose 'That's not really a welcome':
Get lost, young <lady/man>. Don't have much use for motormouth Newlanders. - How did you know I'm a Newlander?
Don't see the brilliance or the distrust found in a First-Wave scientist in you, so you must have the blind idealism and cock-eyed optimism of a newcomer. Choices:
- Do you hate First Wavers?
- Do you hate Second Wavers?
- Do you hate everyone?
If you choose 'Do you hate First Wavers?':
Can't say I have much use for them. A man can live contentedly and self-sufficiently on his own, unbothered by useless people. Doubt that an idealistic young <lady/man> like yourself would understand. Choices:
- You seem comfortable in your own way, Ol' Mort.
- Don't you ever feel lonely here on your own?
If you choose 'You seem comfortable...':
Only trouble I ever have is from grey papoo. Those jungle rats have an eye for anything shiny, and sometimes my belongings go missing. But do I blame some secret sabotage society for my problems? No, I do not! Choices:
- I like stabbing things. I'll take care of your papoo problem.
- Why don't I help you? I'll start by introducing you to Elysian concepts of community and charity, and then reintegrate you into society!
- It wouldn't be too much trouble for me to take those thieving papoo out.
If you choose 'It wouldn't be too much trouble...':
Huh. I reckon you can't help much. 'Bout fifty of those grey vermin run around the old settlement stealing whatever shines and takes their fancy. Don't know what a wide-eyed <lady/man> like yourself can do 'bout that. Choices:
- Guess if I happen across any in my travels, I'll take them down for you.
- Yay! I love helping my neighbours! I'll be off now and kill lots and lots of papoo for you!
If you choose 'Guess if I happen across any...':
Suit yourself. But don't think I'll be obliged to you if you do.
On return to Ol' Mort after killing 50 Grey Papoo:
I suppose you're going to tell me you're responsible for the decrease in papoo-related thievery I've noted. - Oh, it was nothing. Just took care of it while I was out and around
This here blueprint is a little plan I worked up for a makeshift lens. An enterprising young <lady/man> should be able to craft some up for the Elysian scientists who lack microscopes and magnifying goggles and whatnot. Choices:
- Oh, Ol' Mort, I knew that deep down you really cared about the success of the island!
- Thanks, I will.
If you choose 'Oh, Ol' Mort, I knew that...':
To sell at a personal profit! Not to help out those paranoid weirdos of course! - Of course. See you around.
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