So there was this guy. He went by the name Squeedly. Big guy. Troll. Thought it was funny to live under a bridge. Had a knack for unlocking BTLs, getting them to play for as long as he wanted.
Good times, living with Squeedly. He always had BTLs to share. They weren't going bad any time soon.
Squeedly's dead now. Vegas found out he was cracking BTLs, and Squeedly found his way into Sand Creek. Parts of him. All up down the place.
He gave me a cracked chip of an Amazonian mating ritual. Right up to the disembowling part. I must have slotted that chip a hundred times.
Where was I?
Oh yeah. Point is, whenever he needed money he'd go hit up a research place and volunteer for science. He loved it. Spend a couple weeks indoors, get fed, sleep in a bed, and walk out with a fistful of nuyen.
He always said they didn't mind chipheads. You had to hide something at first, sure. But it was only chemicals that would slag up their science shit, and a turned-on chiphead never caused a researcher no trouble.
I always figured they didn't get too many awakened trolls to play with.
Either way, he always came back not-dead. And they never much cared when he ate a few chips in bed.
How hard can it be?
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