Vote. Vote never changes.

When election fervor consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground wine caves. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across the ruins of the old world to build old ideologies, establish parties, forming cabinets.

As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New Democrat Republic, dedicated to old-world values of civility and going to the polls.

As the Republic grew, so did its needed donations.

Scouts spread east, seeking new voters and lobbyists, in the wine-dry and uncivil expanse of the American Northwest.

They returned with tales of a city untouched by the politics that had scorched the rest of the world.

And a great mountain spanning Idaho.

The NDR mobilized its army and sent it north to occupy Liberal Mountain, and restore it to voting condition.

But across Snake river, another party had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of posters, forged from the struggle sessions of 86 split parties: Hexbear's Commune

Four years have passed since the Republic held the mountain -just barely- against the poster's onslaught.

The posters did not retreat.

Across the river, they gather supporters. Dunks are made, inane struggle sessions are held.

Through it all, 𝕏-City has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious president, Mr.Musk.

And his army of rehabilitated techbros and police robots.

You are a canvasser, hired by the Idaho Actblue, to deliver requests for donations to the streets of 𝕏-City.

What seemed like a simple begging job has taken a turn ...for the worse.