by Azalea was crafting drugs.
Fire happened, oh fuck, but it's okay. She'd told her contact man Jerry, to wait outside. The LSD was coming along nicely. Luckily she'd bought this chemical station that allowed her to double her yield. That meant she'd have plenty to sell over the coming months. She'd never take this stuff herself. But others? Others would pay handsomely for the chance to do so. Which is what she was counting on.
Crafting LSD, 6 doses since I'm using a Chemical Station.
Fire happened, oh fuck, but it's okay. She'd told her contact man Jerry, to wait outside. The LSD was coming along nicely. Luckily she'd bought this chemical station that allowed her to double her yield. That meant she'd have plenty to sell over the coming months. She'd never take this stuff herself. But others? Others would pay handsomely for the chance to do so. Which is what she was counting on.
Crafting LSD, 6 doses since I'm using a Chemical Station.
