Brave New World - Welcome to Kwalat

Do you even know how many laws you've broken by coming out of this portal?

Oh, and tell him it's his shift now! I'm sick of sitting here, watching the portal, and peeing in a whiskey jar.

He's asking every newcomer to tell me to take his shift at the portal. No respect for his older sibling whatsoever.

There are some spare forms by my house, on the table outside. Get going and find them.

Don't try to mess with me. You gotta be registered, mate, just like every other outworlder.

You'd think, right? Everyone's just minding their business, occupied with their crops and whatnot, WHILE I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL OF YOU AND YOUR BLOODY PAPERS.

Here's a friendly reminder: only approach my house to get the form. Any unrelated activity may be considered trespassing. In simpler terms: DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING ELSE.

Anyway, you have to be registered here. Standard procedure. I just don't have any blank forms left.

Wow, you're smarter than most portal-jumpers! Now go turn the form in to my brother. He must be somewhere in Goldenfield. I dunno, ask someone.

You know, you look pale. If you're gonna die, don't do it here. I'll have to deal with your body.

What is it? I'm kind of busy with all the newcomers.

At least you're honest - I don't know either.

So you're an outworlder, eh... How do you like it here in Kwalat? Nice, isn't it?

Anyways, I can't do anything for you right now. We have enough useless outworlders running around here already. In fact, why don't you go join them?

Sorry you had to go through that. My... uh, brothers can be quite thick. Especially that one.

That's why I'm here. But I've run out of forms with all of you flooding in.

You can't kill a rat while your stomach is growling louder than your war cry! If you aren't biting into grub, you'll be biting the dust. Get some food in your belly before you end up being an embarrassing ghost story, you numbskull!

So, do me a favour and scoot. My place is up north. And remember, don't even think about bothering my girlfriend. Next!

Oh... you're one of them, huh? So you've already met my clon... close relative?

Hello? Can you hear me? I've put a transmitter on you so I can keep an eye on you. All in the name of safety, of course. The newcomer form should be on the table outside. Or on the porch. Might have left it in the mailbox too. No clue really.

Stop by and introduce your sorry arse to Maxwell. He'll help teach you a few basics, like not carking it in our world! That'd be a real shocker for us.