So me and my freiend found this random dude walking along the side of a road and unlike most people int his game he actually came to say hello when we talked to him. Pretty chill dude. We told him we would give a prize if he sang a song and we like it, so he starts signing some songs. After a wuick vote, we realized we couldnt agree on wheter or not he was a decent singer. We had this dude play three more songs before we decided that we couldn't ever agree. I loved every note that this dude sang, but my friend wasn't having it. We agreed that we should try something else to test this dude's worthiness. We quickly devised that if we started shooting off some rounds and it attracted zombies, that he would have to fight the zombies. We would mend his wounds if he survived. So we empty like a clip or two into the air and I kid you not this dude single handedly kills 14 zombies with a baseball bat and was barely bleeding at all. We quickly tended to his wounds and agreed that he deserved whatever one Item he wanted. Then this crazy dude starts chasing us, we hight ail the heck out of there but the guy was really persistent. We look over our shoulders about a mile up the road and sure enough, he's still running at us like he wants to hug us really bad. But seeing as he has abaseball bat equipped that he just used to kill like 14 zombies with, my friend and I were reasonably afraid. we Run like 4 towns away and this guys is STILL following us. He was probably the most persistent person I have ever met in my life. He just simply and unequivcally would not give up. Finally, about an hour of solid running later, we talk to him. We agree to stop and give this dude his rightfully earned prize. We ask him what he would like or if needs anything. This dude went silent for awhile. He was quiet for about three, maybe four strau=ight minutes. My friend and I talked and didn't want to disturb this crazy killing machine, but he earned a prize and a prize he should recieve. We then asked him if he was still there and again want he wanted or if he needed any supplies. He said he was still there and that he was just having areally bad day. apparently this guy's dog just died three days after his girlfriend broke up with him because he couldn't move with her across the country to Califronia. He really loved this dog and had had it for roughly 15 years. He proceeded to tell us a few stories about the dog and how much he loved it. He said he was really upset about his dog, and cared way more about it han his girlfriend. One time he took his dog to a park, and he started to.... uh... well, be VERY friendly towards a homeless man. This guy clearly loved his dog and had tons of stories to share with us. Aftwerwards, feeeling rather sorry for the guy, we asked him one last time if there was anything, anything at all that he needed from us, it was his. At this point, he very wearily siad "I'm gonna need 'bout tree fiddy." it was at this moment that I realized this traveler was actually a hundred-fifty foot sea monster from the Paleozoic era. "♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ lockness monstah!" I said. "I ain't givin' you no tree fiddy!" He ran way super quickly and I never saw him again