HORROR. 22-1989. They call your crew "The Sideshow": Kings Mart #2222. Corporate sends you to keep a store open, and your crew keeps those doors open despite a Fae tearing through the hills, an Elven revolution, or an ancient dragon asking for help. No team even comes close to the amount of public good will that your crew has generated, and you've always kept the profits in the black.

You are legends, who need a break, and corporate definitely agrees. Your new assignment is a backwater stop 2,500 miles from any conflict. It's a new store, in a safe community, where there is a lot of guilder to spend. None of the locals seem to know how to make it work, so its up to #2222 to figure out the problem. Safe, rich, quiet... What could possibly go wrong?