“Well, I mostly just sell the alcohol I make. Makes a great antiseptic and fuel.”

What, drink it? Are you kidding? Not only is it made out of buttons I cut off of the giant mutant man-eating cacti in the desert, I brew the stuff in an old sixteen-wheeler’s gas tank. Outdoors. In the sun. Last guy who tried to drink the stuff had some serious issues immediately after.”

The doctors said he'd be okay, but they're not sure if he'll ever walk again. Or see, for that matter. Or breathe on his own. So go ahead if you want, I guess. Your funeral.”

I wanted to doodle some Fallout-inspired post-apocolyptia stuff, so here, have NPC vendor Cyle. :D