Palworld

Cautious PIDF Officer

Character

...Hey, you. What're you doing over there? This is a restricted area. ...Heh. Got nothin' to say, huh. I guess you're another one of those do-gooders, trottin' around on your high horse. Well, it's your lucky day. Couldn't have picked a nicer on-duty guy to run into. I'll let you off with a warning. So... Go on, beat it. ...Stims? Sure, Marcus's got that system down pat. Lines his pockets real nice. You hire some goons to be your dealers, then hit the town and folks get hooked. That's your first solid paycheck. Then, you jack up the prices and make sure they've all got to borrow from the local loan sharks to get their fix. Once you've bled them almost all the way dry, that's when the fines kick in, to |get that substance off the streets.| The beauty of it is, no one can stop the bastard. This desert used to be even worse before Marcus showed up, believe it or not. The weather was harsh, the Pals were brutal, and there were tons of outlaws trying to be the local big shot. That all changed after the PIDF. Sure, they're full of crap too, but when everything stinks, the least crappy option's not so bad. That's all it is. ...Anyways, we're done here. ......If I were you, I'd go check out the PIDF station. Marcus's stopped by there before, so who knows? You might find something. The useless jackasses that work there'd do nothing but drink all day long, if he wasn't keeping an eye on them. As long as you don't do anything too stupid, they won't get up off their asses. ...What're you still hanging around here for? Get going, before I change my mind. See that huge structure towering over the ocean? That's a Syndicate oil rig. It's a dangerous place, so make sure to stay away from it.