How Bandits Are Born

I carried around two extra pistols as well as a plethora of food to share with some  new spawns. I found one. He was afraid of me. I said, “You need not worry, sir. I have gifts for you.” He threw his hands up. I put my gun away and told him to put his hands down. He need not worry. I have never taken a human life. We chatted for a moment about where we were and where we were both headed. I offered him some food and he accepted. While I was taking the food out he hit me in the head and knocked me unconscious. He then took my gun and shot me. I am closer to becoming a bandit everyday.

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