Grand Theft Auto is owned by Rockstar & Choo-Choo Charles was created by 2 Star Games.
Welcome to the catalog: Was doc diving again and found this fever dream of a crossover.
Rook stepped out of the forest and into a clearing near the swamp. He didn't know what possessed him to come here but he did so anyway, his will to explore was far more powerful than it had been for a while.
Of course after stepping out of the treeline he didn't expect to find a stilted house and a woman stirring a pot like some stereotypical witch. She even had the hat and dress of a witch. Pointy nose too.
"Ah, hello darling," she called in greeting after spotting him, "I'm making a fresh stew but I'm out of meat."
Alright, how would I help with that, Rook thought to himself.
"Any meat would do, but I smell a corpse over that way on the small island in the middle of the swamp." She pointed past the rickety boat house, "If you would be so kind as to get it for me, I'll reward you with some scrap for your train."
Rook mulled over the job. Well it wasn't really a job, more of a chore he was getting paid in scrap for. Scrap he would need to armor up his train...
Ah, what the hell, Rook gave a thumbs up toward the Witch lady and began walking towards the swamp.
"Oh and do be wary of Barry," Rook stopped and turned his head toward her, "the monster that lives in the swamp, if you simply wade in one spot he'll leave you alone."
Rook didn't move. Monster...Swamp...Barry?
Rook's body moved on auto pilot and so did his inventory, producing an RPG on his shoulder as he walked to the end of the dock.
That day the Witch made a rather nice stew out of Barry and Rook was a small crate of scrap closer to killing that son of a bitch Charles.
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