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Some wasteland Radio. Its no Three Dog since it’ll be voiced by a Robot, but hopefully you guys will like it.
Courier’s Log Thursday.1800hrs
Veronica and I were scouting easterly of Hoover Dam today when we nearly found ourselves up shit hill creek without a paddle. That was of course until she.. she um… I still really have no idea what the fuck happened exactly or how she did it. Regardless she saved both our hides, and after seeing whatever that was I will think twice from now on about treating her like a pack brahmin. I’m honestly glad I did take a chance on that young girl from California with stars in her eyes and a pnematic gauntlet on her hand.
The Vault Dweller Engages the infamous Alpha Deathclaw mano-a-mano
~made in Garry’s Mod
Stars of the midnight Ranges by Johnny Bond
this is the imagery that I’d conjure up in my head whenever I heard this song.
GODDAMN SON! HOW ARE YOU EVEN ABLE TO STILL MOVE AROUND?! BETTER YET HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?!!!
my… body… feels… like… pain… and… jelly frbjhfud *collapses*
No I will not approve additional funding for the local militia to buy tin foil helmets, anal probe proof underwear and “anti-alien” weapons! We’ve got enough to worry about with Raiders, Radscorpions and the Legion to also add mythical space creatures to the list. And for the love of god stop listening to every crackpot who wanders into town with a sob story. Those Mercs probably either got wasted or experienced a traumatic event and rationalized it away in their minds with “Aliens”. You just worry about watching the Brahmin pen and let me worry about threats to our community.
-Sheriff Clara Denby
Torn page found on a skeleton covered in a shredded bloody vault dweller jumpsuit
"Hopefully I make it and no one will ever have to read this but in case I don’t my name is Bradley Hirst. I’m a Vault Dweller From Vault 101 and I was part of an expedition to reach Amazona Military Base to recover old world tech. Unfortunately the base’s defences were still active even after all this time. Arthur Jenks, Pete Hines and Mike Grzywny were all killed by Sentry Bots still patrolling the perimeter. I would advise that any future expeditions to Amazona Base be rethought as our small arms are no match against their armour. I managed to run away but my Pipboy got damaged in the firefight hence this note on paper. I’m growing desperately short of water and I worry I’m walking in circles since landmarks all look too familiar to me. I’m not giving up easily, but this sun and desert are depleting me. I just wish I had my pipboy compass to keep me on track. Should anybody find this note please deliver it to Doc Bartlett at the Clinic in New Hamptom, He can offer you a reward and supplies in exchange for it.
Code word: Solanda”
Psychotic Prankster Achievement Unlocked