+ my sniper friend decorates the sand with your one of your brains?” He chuckled, stowing the axe. “So, let’s stick to the niceties. I’m here with an offer.” Looking up at another newcomer, he felt the sweat run down his face. “We run a little… deathrun every few months. Every +

+ settlement nearby has to send someone. None negotiable. The winner is provided fresh water from yours truly until the next one. You lot are in the area, you send someone too. Hell, I don’t even care if they actually live here. Your guy wins, you get the water and they’re free to go. +