I found a bunch of hobos living in their "sacred gas station". I removed my shirt and my shoes, pointed into the air, and yelled "welelololpopolupu". Now that the ceremony had been completed, I was one of them. We traveled the wasteland scavaging and recruiting more homeless people in the name of our god "Hoboken". Many denied our god and they met their death. Others embraced and roamed the country side with us. But what's this? Another wants to join us? We gladly accept them and just before the ceremony to join our tribe is over, they run off. We follow in an attempt to kill the non-believer. Dear Hoboken... It was a trap! Over the hill were bandits! Bandits who hated Hoboken. They aimed down their sites and murdered my brothers. I am still searching for them. Hoping that one day... I will meet who killed them. Hoboken be with me... and with you. Hoboken help us all. 10/10

I found a bunch of hobos living in their "sacred gas station". I removed my shirt and my shoes, pointed into the air, and yelled "welelololpopolupu". Now that the ceremony had been completed, I was one of them. We traveled the wasteland scavaging and recruiting more homeless people in the name of our god "Hoboken". Many denied our god and they met their death. Others embraced and roamed the country side with us. But what's this? Another wants to join us? We gladly accept them and just before the ceremony to join our tribe is over, they run off. We follow in an attempt to kill the non-believer. Dear Hoboken... It was a trap! Over the hill were bandits! Bandits who hated Hoboken. They aimed down their sites and murdered my brothers. I am still searching for them. Hoping that one day... I will meet who killed them. Hoboken be with me... and with you. Hoboken help us all. 10/10