Ottgeier's Questionnaire

The treehouse is where I stay, on my property in Neo Genis. It’s high up, out of view, so no one can get to my stash. I keep it comfortable, with all my weed tucked away safely from anyone who might try to take it. As for money, yeah, I’ve got some, but it’s not from regular work. I’m a stash thief. I find the places where people hide their weed, take it, and move on. Here’s the thing though, I’m part of some ad campaign for a rapper in the real world. I don’t really know how it works, but they keep putting my face on things. I get some extra greens for my stash, and that’s all that matters. No one’s getting my stash, not while I’m around.

I get my money from a few different places. Of course, I find those hidden weed stashes, take ‘em, sell ‘em, and make some cash. But I also get a bit from Ottgeier merch and advertising. I’m part of this whole thing for a rapper in the real world, and they keep putting my face on stuff. I don't even get how it all works, but hey, I’m not complaining. I spend the money on keeping my stash full, upgrading my treehouse, and making sure I’ve got what I need to keep going. Maybe pick up a few snacks or a little extra luxury, but nothing too wild.

My ambition is simple: keep finding the good stuff. The weed, the hidden stashes, the things people think are locked up tight. I want my stash always full, always safe. I’m always on the lookout for the next big score, the next place to hit. How far would I go? As far as I need to. I don’t play fair when it comes to getting what’s mine. Killing for it? Nah, I don’t need to kill. But I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my stash safe, even if it means getting close to danger. I’ve been in tight spots before but always find a way out. Nothing comes before the stash. That’s my goal, and I’ll do what I must..

The most defining event of my life was the first puff I ever took. It wasn’t just about the weed, it was the feeling, the way it made everything slow down, how it cleared my mind. It was like the world opened up, and I saw things from a whole new angle. That moment changed me. It wasn’t just about getting high, it was about control, about knowing I could escape the noise of everything else. That first puff set me on the path I’m on now. I knew from then on, the stash would always be my thing, and I’d never stop searching for it.

1. Myself: I’m the closest thing I have. I trust myself more than anyone else, especially when it comes to my stash. It’s all about keeping it close, making sure it’s always there. I live for it, and I’ll do anything to make sure it stays with me.

2. The Stash: My stash is everything. It’s not just weed, it’s my fix, my focus, my obsession, . It’s what keeps me going, waking up, and I protect it like nothing else. I can’t go a day without it, not even a second, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it full and safe.

3. The Ottgeier Brand: The brand is part of this whole deal, whether I fully understand it or not. They put my face on things, and it makes me money. I don’t care how it works, as long as it helps me keep my stash full. That’s all that matters.

Childhood? More like a joke that became something real. Two stoned friends, sitting around, passing a joint, had this best friend who rapped on the side. He wasn’t famous yet, just doing his thing, but something about him stuck. The way he moved, talked, carried himself, they started calling him Ottgeier, laughing about it like it was the funniest thing in the world.  

At first, it was just a nickname, a high thought that didn’t mean much. But when you’re high enough, ideas start feeling real. They kept joking, kept building on it, and at some point, Ottgeier wasn’t just a nickname anymore. He was something else. He was me. By the time their friend blew up and made it big, I was already here, living the name, hunting the stash, making my own way.  

Later came the merch, the advertising, the money. People put my face on things, turned me into something bigger. Not that I planned any of it. I was just doing what I do, floating through, taking what I need, always chasing the next stash.

Love? Only for the stash. Nothing else ever came close. People talk about soulmates, about that one thing that completes them. That’s what the stash is for me. The smell, the feel, the way it hits just right. No person ever gave me that. No person ever could. I never needed anything else. Never wanted it. Love means attachment, and attachment gets in the way. People ask too many questions, expect too much, want things I don’t have to give. The stash never asks for anything. It’s just there, waiting, ready, perfect.I’ve had moments, sure. Passing connections, short-lived sparks. But nothing ever lasted, because nothing ever mattered more than the next hit, the next find, the next high.