Long ago, at the beginning of time, there was the Great Bean. The Great Bean created the skies and the Earth. The Great Bean placed the sun in the sky and the birds in the air. The Great Bean even made mankind, his favored creation; and the Great Bean gifted mankind with his children, the Baked Beans, packaged in tin cans, for man to feed on. For generations, man happily feasted on the canned beans gifted to them by the Great Bean. People were well-fed and happy. Things were good. Then came the Uneating. Obesity became socially unacceptable. Skinny was the new sexy. Worst of all, people stopped eating beans. The Great Bean was angered. Mankind had refused his gift, and in the process, they had strayed from the path he had set for them. As punishment, the Great Bean set a plague onto the land - a disease that gave men insatiable hunger, so that they would turn on and consume one another. Only the bean farmers, the Great Bean's chosen people, were spared this disease. I am an Acolyte of the Bean, a member of the Order of the Haricot, part of the Church of the Holy Tin Can. It is the Church's belief that the only way to end the plague is to gather all of the cans of baked beans in Chernarus and place them in a pile on the southern coast. If we pray at this altar of beans, the Great Bean will realize that we have rejected the Uneating and once again deserve to be in his good graces. tl;dr: I kill players for their beans