When he came to Oasis, he was a skinny but ambitious exile. His time in the mines made him tough, made him a leader. Today he weights nearly 800 pounds, he has cornered the market in alcohol in Scare City, and both he
and the gang that follows him go by the name Potato King. His “King” label on a bottle means at least you won’t die from the contents. Unless you want to. In a world where nothing grows, he has found a way to, shall we say, produce things that look and cook like potatoes. This is an impressive and profitable achievement. He is so heavy that even with Oasis’s .9g, it takes two of his men to hold him up. There have even been rumors of cannibalism, whispers that he eats the flesh of his enemies.