#kaifman

Wandering the Nevadean desert, there's a chance you may come across a man in a shoddily constructed wooden shack.

They'll beckon you closer and ask that you take a good look at what they have for sale. Does anything catch your eye? It's very reasonably priced, and if it's not reasonable enough for you they're open to bartering. The poster beside them even says everything is guaranteed to work.

As you make your purchase, you get a closer look at that poster. The fine print makes you want to withdraw the decision you've made, but it might be too late when they've already pocketed your money and bid you farewell with a sharp-toothed grin. Who was that person they're so concerned about, anyway?

Oh well, nothing to be done about it now. Especially not when you make the foolish decision to not check for that "functionality" until you're a good distance away, and it turns out that the gun you were sold jams on every single shot without fail. That.. sucks. A lot. Even if you barely paid any money for it. Tomorrow you'll go back and try to get a refund for it.

You do go back tomorrow, but you don't get your refund. In fact, you don't get anything at all; that shack, and the man from inside it, is nowhere to be found. You're sure this is the spot and that thing didn't have wheels, in fact it looked like it'd fall apart if the wind blew too hard. How did they just.. vanish? Were they selling scams all day in a get rich quick scheme only to demolish the thing afterwards?

You begin to hear similar stories from others. Weapons not functioning as planned, medicines doing nothing, food tasting of chemicals. You hear opposite stories, too; others got guns that shot further distances than they ever should be able to, cleanly. The lucky bastards.

Asking where they've seen the shop never receives the same answer twice. Somehow they're traveling across the state at inhuman speeds and selling goods in some sort of functional vs. useless roulette. Just who (or maybe what) is this..?