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by phil0s0rapt0r

Now this is the story all about how my life in the Vault got flipped– turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, I’ll give you a hand– and tell you how I became the savior of the wasteland. In Vault 101, born and raised in the atrium where I spent most of my days:

Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and shooting some radroaches outside of the reactor room. Then, a couple of tunnel snakes were up to no good and started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my dad got scared and then he left me alone in the Vault without telling me where or why he was going, and it caused me great confusion and hardship.

The Overseer’s goons were hot on my trail, so I knew I had to get out of there. I saw my friend Amata and told her I was leavin’; she gave me a kissin’ and she gave me my ticket. I put my Pip-Boy on and said I might as well kick it. First class, yo, this is bad! Drinking irradiated water and looking for my dad. I saw some giant ant shootin’ fire at this dude. Is this what the people of wasteland livin’ like? Hmm, this might be hella rude!

I whistled for a brahmin and when it came near, the saddle said fresh and it had a dice on its ear. If anything I could say that this beast was a big one. But I thought Naw forget it. Yo, homes, to Megaton!

I pulled up to a gate about seven or eight and I yelled to the brahmin, Yo, homes, smell ya later! I looked at my kingdom– I was finally there. But before long a man asked me to detonate a bomb within the city limits and kill everyone for a few hundred units of currency, and so I did.

Overall: 0/5 Chezwicks