Into the Woods

Saddle up, soldier! Let's show those Dreads who's boss.

So, did you give those Dreads a taste of Boomstick hospitality?

Hot diggity! You sent those Dreads packing!

Here's your reward, sport. Don't blow it all on gum and cigars.

If I had a medal, you'd be wearin' it right now. Well done!

Alright then, guess it's just me and my trusty broomstick against the apocalypse today. Good times.

Could be my PTSD talkin', but I reckon those Dreads have our scent. They'll come, alright.

No pressure, but if they overrun us, I'll be on the rooftop screaming 'I told ya so!'

Alright, hero, but when those Dreads come knocking, don't say ol' Hank didn't warn ya.

I've got enough gear here to make Rambo blush. So why don't you grab some and give those Dreads a little surprise party they'll never forget?

Someone's gotta head out there and show those critters that Goldenfield isn't their cafeteria.

I'm sittin' here with a tractor, not a chariot, and these old bones aren't what they used to be.

Windreach Woods or Tempest Timberland might as well be the local diner for those Dreads, and they're not exactly the friendly neighbors.

Back in my day, we didn't wait for trouble to find us. We went lookin' for it in our spare time!