ROCK.MSG

{100}{}{You see Rock.} {101}{}{You see a man.} {102}{}{You might want to think about putting that gun away, son. The Crypts don't like it when people flash hardware that way.} {103}{}{Oh, really. I'll just go have a talk to them about it. Where are they?} {104}{}{Oh, ok. Where can I get a drink?} {105}{}{Who are the Crypts?} {106}{}{You look like you could use a cool drink.} {107}{}{[done]} {108}{}{Yeah, go to the big building just inside town, and tell 'em Rock sent you.} {109}{}{Ok.} {110}{}{The Crypts? They are the biggest, baddest crew around. Don't mess with them, if you want to leave Scrapheap in one piece.} {111}{}{Where are they?} {112}{}{They are in the big building just inside the gate. You looking for some steady work? Someplace to use that gun of yours?} {113}{}{No.} {114}{}{Yeah, sure am.} {115}{}{Then I suggest you turn right back around and leave. Scrapheap is no place for those who ain't with the Crypts. If you want to go in, you can -- but it's your life.} {116}{}{Ok.} {117}{}{Great. Tell them Rock sent you, up at the big house.} {118}{}{Ok.} {119}{}{Glad to hear that you are on the good side in Scrapheap. Welcome to the gang.} {120}{}{Thanks.} {121}{}{You made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.} {122}{}{Welcome to Scrapheap, son. Don't be a fool, and you will do ok.} {123}{}{Thanks, what is this place?} {124}{}{Who's in charge here?} {125}{}{Scrapheap is the armpit of the desert. No better place to raise children, in my opinion. [Chuckles] This place makes Junktown look like a living city of the ancients.} {126}{}{Thanks.} {127}{}{Well, there is a commune, run by Lex. But the real power is always behind the throne. In this case, the people not to mess around with are the Crypts.} {128}{}{Thanks.} {129}{}{Well, you sure do ask a lot of questions. I think you should just move along now.} {130}{}{Ok.} {131}{}{[done]} {132}{}{The Crypts will bury you!} {133}{}{Fools got no reason to live.} {134}{}{The Foolish shall perish.} {135}{}{Look who got hit with the ugly stick.}