This is Joe. He's a REAL native.

Joe is first chief of his indian reserve. He was hunting traditional native american game for big potluck dinner when he accidentally crashed his pickup into a 7-11. "White men take more and more happy hunting grounds" was the last thing he said before falling unconscious. He woke up on tropical island, but is not sure if he is dreaming or drunk. Shartak life not much different from reserve life though--Like on reserve, Joe is willing to do various odd jobs for money: enforcer, 'authentic' native souvenir salesman, arms dealer, fruit-picker, etc. All funds go to pay for his beer runs. It's a good life!

Joe's first big island gig was working in the Derby Police Dept. He was the Officer of the Swamp with the job of keeping heavy sword poachers away. For a small one-time fee of 5gc you could take whatever you can find from the swamp, but if you're not on the list you're in deep doo-doo. Natives are exempt because of indian rah-rah unity whatever. Mainly Joe just knows from experience that Native guys don't take crap from nobody. But in the end the police chief asked for his badge and blowpipe. Something about excessive brutality. That's the white man for you.

Later, Joe won the Kingdom of Wiksik in a dicegame with Anthor, but he gave up most of his kingly duties after two weeks of hell, leaving right in the middle of a hot tub meeting. Who knew Indians could be so gawd damn irritating?

Now he's gone recruiting for Indians hungry for bloodshed, to raid the White Man village of Derby. It's still a good life!

Well shooting white men in the front isn't as good as shooting them in the back and Joe spent a lot of time ducking and hiding. Then his native brothers deserted him and Joe figured it was high time to crawl into a bottle of absinthe and drown. He didn't find any absinthe but the well water in Wiksik Crater works in a pinch. It was a good life!