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The Base: A Rimworld Colony Tale (01)

The Base: A Rimworld Colony Tale (01)

Ludeon Systems Online…

<execute system check>

  • seed: thebase
  • planet: 30.80N, 10.98W
  • terrain: temperate forest, flat, dirt road, huge river, marble and slate, 651m
  • avg temp: 16.2C, winter -1.0C, summer 33.4C
  • growing season: 40 days (1st Aprimay to 11th Septober)
  • rainfall: 1522mm
  • timezone: -1

Artificial Intelligence Unit T.Y.N.A.N. is now online. All systems nominal. LifeSync reports 3 colonists inbound. Data receiving…


Serai, Engineer

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 34
  • Skills(5+): Crafting, Construction, Intellectual
  • Incapable of: Animals, Firefighting
  • Traits: Toxicity resistant, Pyromaniac
  • Injuries: None

Mickey, Settler

  • Gender: Female
  • Age 30
  • Skills(5+): Growing, Mining, Artistic
  • Incapable of: Intellectual
  • Traits: Psychopath, Greedy
  • Injuries: Old Gunshot (Torso/4)

Bunchie, Vet

  • Gender: Female
  • Age 40
  • Skills(5+): Animals, Medicine
  • Incapable of: Violent
  • Traits: Slothful, Psychically hypersensitive, Pretty.
  • Injuries: None


  • Deep – Husky (Male)

<<HELPFILE ENTRY>> T.Y.N.A.N. operates all the system functions for the colony to support life, and will also provide recommendations to the colonists on stock levels, nearby resources, local flora and fauna, as well as identifying hostile threats, space debris, and other potential hazards and weather patterns as they arise. Klaxons and other alerts will flash on the colonists LifeSync bracelets, allowing the colony to respond in a timely and sensible fashion. T.Y.N.A.N. is also shielded from EMP and solar activity and has an estimated operating time upwards of 10,000 years.

Colony Log File 0001

  • Planetdate: 6th of Aprimay, 5500

  • Entry: Recorded by T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP

For 2 days the colonists hauled. Two fields were planted south of the walls – rice and cotton. A table and 2 stools were erected on day 3. On day 4 the kitchen facilities were built and a research table was built. Microelectronic basics were finalized on day 5. Gun turrets are the next research goal. Marble must be worked into blocks to create building materials to wall off the fledgling farms.

13th Aprimay – wanderer joins.

Eden, Settler

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 20
  • Skills(5+): Animals, Construction, Growing, Mining
  • Traits: Pyromaniac, Psychically sensitive
  • Incapable: Social, Firefighting
  • Injuries: None

Base Image

15th Aprimay – first defenses are erected.

2nd Jugust – first raid from The Missiles. A lone raider with a steel knife. Colonists are ordered inside. Turrets are activated. Raider repelled

7th Jugust – farms walled in, secondary food source sewn Southwest of The Base. Base Image Update

13th Jugust – Eden breaks and goes on a firestarting spree. She is arrested and spends one day in jail before being released

15th Jugust – first raid from The Landmine Men. 4 raiders with bolt action rifles and maces. Colonists are ordered inside. Turrets are activated. Attack repelled. Repairs underway.

6th Septober – second raid from The Missiles. 5 raiders with guns. Attack repelled, but 3 turrets destroyed. Repairs underway.

7th Septober – third raid from the Missiles. 5 raiders with guns and knives. Attack repelled. Repairs underway.

12th Septober – wanderer joins

Emmie, Sex Slave

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 41
  • Skills(5+): Social, Cooking
  • Incapable: Violent, Intellectual
  • Traits: Steadfast, Beautiful
  • Injuries: Stab Scar (Left Leg/4)

13th Septober, wanderer joins

Blackout, Servant

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 29
  • Skills(5+): Medicine, Cooking
  • Incapable: Firefighting, Intellectual
  • Traits: Toxicity Resistant, Fast Walker, Abrasive
  • Injuries: Old Gunshot (Left Leg/4)

4th Decembary – Bunchie lost her left ear when a roof collapsed

4th Decembary – Poison ship lands north of The Base. Investigating immediately. 3 Scythers (Charge Lances) and 1 Centipede (Inferno Cannon). Mickey is downed. Deep, the husky, has been killed. Blackout has been downed. She has lost her left hand and is now useless.

5th Decembary – Eden has been killed. Serai has been killed. 2 Scythers and 1 Centipede have been killed. 1 Scyther remains. There are no Combat-Capable colonists left. The poison ship is
still active.

7th Decembary – Blackout does a suicide run to take down the Scyther with her bare hands. She has been killed.

8th Decembary – Emmie has died from infection.

12th Decembary – Bunchie is attacked by a maddened Ibex and has been killed.

12th Decembary 5500 – No more colonists reside at The Base. The poison ship and 1 Scyther remain.

T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP going into standby mode until new colonists appear.

<end of Colony Log File 0001>

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Posted by on July 19, 2017 in Game Journal


The Base: A Rimworld Colony Tale (02)

The Base: A Rimworld Colony Tale (02)

Ludeon Systems Online…

*<execute system check>

  • seed: thebase
  • planet 30.80N, 10.98W
  • terrain temperate forest, flat, dirt road, huge river, marble and slate, 651m
  • avg temp 16.2C, winter -1.0C, summer 33.4C
  • growing season 40 days (1st Aprimay to 11th Septober)
  • rainfall 1522mm
  • timezone -1

2nd Aprimay – Breakdown in a geothermal generator. The freezer and half the lights cease to function.

3rd Aprimay – A pack of 5 manhunting timber wolves enters the area and destroys the Scyther.

T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP returning to monitoring mode.

Colony Log File 0002

  • Planetdate: 4th of Aprimay, 5501 (Year 2 of The Base)

  • Entry: Recorded by T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP

4th Aprimay – A refugee (Youngy) calls for aid, and T.Y.N.A.N. grants aid. Chased by 8 raiders from The Missile. 2 are killed by wolves. 4 are killed by turrets (2 turrets are destroyed). The rest flee. The refugee makes it to the base but collapses from blood loss while trying to treat his own wounds. Youngy dies.

5th Aprimay – Wanderer joins

Carnazzo, Worker

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 20
  • Skills(5+): Social, Animals, Construction, Crafting
  • Incapable: Intellectual, Artistic, Cooking
  • Traits: Slothful, Pretty
  • Injuries: None

5th Aprimay – 230 simple meals rot in storage 20 seconds before Carnazzo reaches The Base. Carnazzo cannot cook.

5th Aprimay – Carnazzo destroys the poison ship (was active 16.3 days). Smokes a joint and has a mental break (Sad Wandering)

6th Aprimay – The break is over and Carnazzo is desperate for food. Her growing skill is 1, so she often fails to harvest simple berries. The map is almost depleted of forage.

10th Aprimay – first raid by the Red Hill Amalgamation. 6 tribals with tribal weapons. Carnazzo is halfway across the map from the base. There are only 4 bushes with fruit and she is in the first stages of starvation. Colonist ordered inside but does not make it. Turrets already activated. 5 tribals are killed by the turrets. The 6th flees. 1 turret is destroyed.

11th Aprimay – in order to stave off starvation, Carnazzo is forced to eat one of the tribals. She ate the head. Just the head. Raw. She is not happy. At all.

12th Aprimay – A wandered named Gecko entered the map. He has cooking skills (6) and Carnazzo rushed out to try and arrest him. He retaliated and now “Man’s Compact of Hisalter” is an enemy of The Base. She kills Gecko and breaks. She goes berzerk (Final straw: Raw cannibalism). She’s bleeding from every limb and unless she recovers her mental state, she will bleed out in 15 hours. In her rage she attacks a defenseless turkey. Carnazzo dies.

T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP going into standby mode until new colonists appear.

Incident Log

15th Aprimay: Visitor Report – A group of travelers from Leoulor are passing by.

1st Jugust: Visitor Report – Escape pod detected. Octave, Noble. Bleeds out and dies from multiple gunshot wounds. Only 3 skills. Slothful psychopath.

1st Jugust: Visitor Report – Escape pod detected. Han, Officer. Bleeds out from severe stab wounds. Was mostly useless – couldn’t haul or firefight. Slothful, abrasive, pyromaniac.

2nd Jugust: Security Report – a Manhunter pack of 6 fennec foxes enter the area.

5th Jugust: Security Report – Manhunter pack leaves the area.

5th Jugust: Visitor Report: A group from Leoulor are visting. One of the visitors has a mental break and goes berzerk, murdering two of her companions. They “didn’t like their stay”. No shit.

T.Y.N.A.N. Unit 427/FHP returning to monitoring mode.

6th Jugust: Colony Report – Wanderer joins

Foreman, Miner

  • Gender: Male
  • Age: 40
  • Skills(5+): Social, Construction, Mining
  • Incapable: None
  • Traits: Ugly, Optimist
  • Injuries: None

7th Jugust: Colony Report – Wanderer joins

Agatha, Luddite

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 33
  • Skills(5+): Melee, Animals, Construction, Mining
  • Incapable: Intellectual, Crafting
  • Traits: Kind, Psychically Sensitive
  • Injuries: None

8th Jugust: Colony Report – Wanderer Joins

Leon, Blacksmith

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 29
  • Skills(5+): Melee, Crafting
  • Incapable: Intellectual
  • Traits: Good Reflexes, Slowpoke
  • Injuries: None

12th Jugust: Colony Report – Farms are up and running again. Leon has been dedicated to hunting. The colony has some food again. The Base has been cleaned and repaired.

13th Jugust: Colony Report – Wanderer Joins

Sheckley, Oaf

  • Gender: Female
  • Age: 42
  • Skills(5+): Construction, Growing, Mining
  • Incapable: Intellectual, Violent
  • Traits: Kind, Healthy, Misandrist
  • Injuries: Old Gunshot (Right Leg/5)

13th Jugust: Social Report – Sheckley and Leon have become friends.

13th Jugust: Social Report – Sheckley and Foreman have become rivals. The feeling is not mutual. It will be interesting to see how this develops.

13th Jugust: Social Report – Agatha and Leon have become friends.

13th Jugust: Social Report – Leon and Foreman have become rivals.

15th Jugust: Security Report – Raid by Man’s Compact of Hisalter. 10 raiders. 1 has an incendiary launcher. Colonists ordered inside. Turrets activated. 5 raiders dead. 3 turrets destroyed. Captured Josh, Scientist.

15th Jugust – Election Held – Sheckley elected (Botanist). Josh has an infected leg.

1st Septober – Medical Report – Josh healed.

3rd Septober – Colony Report – Began building guest quarters.

5th Septober – Security Report – Raid from The Missile Men. 12 raiders. 3 with grenades, 1 with molotov cocktails. Colonists ordered inside. Turrets activated. The walls have been breached! Foreman is injured and needs rescued. Raiders fleeing. 5 radiers dead.

6th Septober – Security Report – Raid from the Missile Men. 12 raiders. 1 with grenades. Colonists ordered inside. Turrets activated. (Only 2 turrets active). This may be the end. Raiders repelled. Leon is injured and needs rescued. 5 raiders dead. Captured Dweeb, Scientist. All turrets destroyed.

<to be continued>

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Posted by on July 19, 2017 in Game Journal


The Joshua Kemble Holotapes: Bundle 01

The Joshua Kemble Holotapes: Bundle 01

This is a collection of first-person writings from the point-of-view of the protagonist of Fallout 4 (albeit with a different backstory) during my real-life playthrough on Survival Mode. I’ll add to these as I go, I guess.

Time Index of Journals

  • <0001> 10/23/2287|18:52

  • <0002> 10/24/87|05:43

  • <0003> 10/25/87|22:16

  • <0004> 10/26/87|15:23

  • <0005> 10/27/87|00:19

  • <0006> 10/28/87|20:01

  • <0007> 10/29/87|18:59

  • <0008> 10/30/87|12:16

  • <0009> 10/31/87|16:29

  • <0010> 11/01/87|02:40




I gotta record all this or no one will ever fuckin believe me, and I don’t know how much data this PipBoy holds, but whatever. This is my story. My true story.

I escaped from the Vault-Tec murderers. That’s right. Me, Joshua. JK. The mook. Mister “Special 4s” they called me in the Army, after that stupid donkey test or whatever. The goat, that was it. Well so what? I ain’t too fast, or too smart, or too strong, but I’m alive, and all them superstars ain’t, so what does that say? Damn right. I lived.

I lived, but those murdering motherfuckers

Killed my lady. Took my kid. Left me alive though. I can’t even talk about that Vault they put us in. Like a nightmare factory or something. Killed them all. Jason next door. And Janice. Fat Pete downna street. On purpose. Yeah. I read the fuckin notes on the boss’s computer. Alllllll about what’s really going on. What the fuck Vault-Tec was doing. Everyone’s dead. And Vault-Tec is dust. But the ones that killed Donna, and took little Shaun, they weren’t Vault-Tec. They had a look about them, specially that dude. Ain’t no corporate shitheels. Nosir.

I found a gun in the Vault. Nearly emptied all the bullets into some horrible bugs, giant roaches, I mean, fuck. I hate insects. Can’t stand em. They freak me out and now there’s giant movie-monster sized ones and Jesus, the smell. I had a freak out down there, not gonna lie. Of all the bugs I hate, roaches, I mean. I can’t. God they’re monstrous. I screamed and screamed and, yeah, ok. I pissed my pants. Ok? So what?

I threw up after too. I hate bugs. Jesus. Giant roaches.

My stomach was still flipping over, but I found some food, I think. Boxes of shit and some water. Who knows if any of it is safe to drink, I remember that much from Basic Training, but fuck, I wasn’t gonna eat no dead roach guts, fuck that. Nmm-mm. No. I’ll starve first. I’ll eat dirt first.

Mercenaries, that’s what they looked like. I remembered that look in Heilongjiang. In the mountains. The look of the desperate and vicious.

I’ll never forget his face. Looked me right in the eye. Scar-faced motherfucker.

I find him. I find my kid. I try to figure out what to do next. That’s all I can concentrate on. I’m standing on the bluff, looking at my neighborhood and tryin not to bawl like a baby, because all those good memories I had, and was going to have…

Time to go home…

Codsworth. Can you believe it? Fuck me. Got my money’s worth, am I right? And dude was bitching because he had to polish rust! Hahahahaha! You believe that? Robots, man. Shit. He’s a bad ass though. Went crazy looking for Donna and my boy, tried to tell them they were gone, but he went charging through every house, and he killed some more creepy bugs. Giant flies this time, I think. Oh god, they are fuckin gross.

I went home. Yeah. Found some of Shaun’s things. I cried, fuck yeah I did. I felt stronger after, though.


+1 to Endurance from You’re S.P.E.C.I.A.L book


I had hours until dark and I wasn’t about to go charging into the wilderness empty handed, so I searched the neighborhood. The houses are so fuckin weird now. They groan, you know. You can hear the timbers shifting, and the gasps from the floorboards. They creep me out. I found a lot of good gear though. Bunch of bottles so I can get some water, I’m so fuckin thirsty. Some more tinned food. An actual safe bolted to the floor. Looked heavy. I couldn’t open it. My shady fuckin’ youth taught me a lot, but not that, hahaha! I did try, though, fuck yeah I did. Always keep trying – maybe I’ll get better.

That first night was fucked though. Thank God the sun’s up again. God I’d kill for some coffee. Or a light for these smokes I found. Last night was fucked. Cold and lots of noises. I don’t think I slept more than an hour. I can’t stay here. Not with these ghosts in my head. Codsworth said I should go into Concord, but he wasn’t coming. I guess I don’t blame him. I don’t want to go either, but I can’t stay here. I have to go.


I’m in the gas station up the hill. Holed up is a better word, not gonna lie. Found a dog, can you believe that? Some beautiful german shepherd, super nice and shit, especially after I gave him a can of that dog food I found.

Then these things attacked. Like big naked rats or something. Came up out of the ground. The dog went psycho, I mean nuts, grabbin em by the neck, tossing them around. He’s still going at it, man! I’m not going out there. Fuck that. With this pistol? I’m an ok shot, but… Fuck. Fuck!

sounds of gunfire

Shit! Shit! Came inside, the tricky fuckers! God they are huge. Look at those teeth! Like beav-. No like giant moles, man. Jesus. Everything’s been warped by the radiation. The movies were right. What’s next? Giant ants?!

I feel ok, though. Like, I mean, fuck. I’m ok, though. I feel strong. I can do this.


Level Up (02) Perk – Toughness (1)


The dog’s ok, too. Chowing on some giant mole guts right now, muzzle all up in there, bloody as fuck. Look at him. He’s a killer. Reminds me of that guy Meat, this guy I knew in the Army. Crazy fucker. Went nuts in fights just like this dog did. The Dog-Meat. That’s him. I hope he sticks around. Right now though. Right now I have a place where I can lock the door and maybe get some decent sleep. I found this workbench. Hand tools and shit, like the guy knew that the world was ending. I’m no fuckin genius, but I can make-do. I knocked up a shitty bed for myself and found some more tools. Guy was a gunsmith too, I guess, and most of the shit I didn’t want to touch, but I found some parts that will turn this pistol into a heavy gun. Thank fuck for the modern world, huh? Modular components I could kiss you.

Blocked off all the doors and got the garage door shut. Must be running on some reserve battery because I pushed the button as a joke and the fuckin thing worked! So I’m safe, I think. Ate some shitty tinned food. Drank some of my water. Found a pump out back, filled up my bottles. Doesn’t taste horrible, but I saw some floating things. Probably gonna shit my brains out tomorrow. This is my life now. Shitting in the weeds with my home-made gun hoping giant bugs don’t chew my guts out. Sleep now.


Saw a tower from the gas station, just up on the hill. Was thinking maybe I could climb it, get a nice good look at what’s out there. No dice, though. Did find a stash of water and some drugs, though. Some ammo. I saw a weird building with one of those power tower things sticking out of the top of it. Weird. Me and the dog, sunny day, nice field and then out of nowhere we get ambushed by giant fucking flies, like a few of them, right? And Meat that crazy dog goes apeshit again. This thing loves to tear it up, and I squeezed off a few shots, I’m not bad, but I’m going to need a lot more practice and shit, because one of the bugs squirted some gross shit on me, oh God it fuckin stank, I had to waste some water washing it off. Vault-Tec might be a pack of psychos but they make a fine fabric. Came right off. Doesn’t even smell! Amazing.


The rage gripped me again and images of Donna shot through my head, ya know. Peppered my brain with that twisting in my gut. Ohgodohdonna, but you gotta clamp down on that shit, clamp down on it hard, and don’t let it be like that. She’s a memory now, that’s all, take and use it and make her your shield and Shaun is your sword. Get some peace through that.

Ok. I’m ok.

Turns out that weird building is a farm and people live there! I watched them for awhile, lying in the tall grass. Old man. Woman. Girl. Family? The stink of their mutant cow makes me gag, even up here. Bunch of crops, fuck I dunno what, I ain’t no farmer. Tomatoes maybe? And big fuck off ground limes or something, don’t ask me. They seemed really relaxed. All were armed, but they were going about their business. No lookout. No big fences. It made me think.

Right before dark I got up and put my gun away and looked as weary and as trailworn as I was, and slowly walked towards the farm with my hands up and yelled hello, I need help! They pulled their guns of course, I don’t blame them and talked to me pretty hard but I know country folk and I just nodded at all their gripes and smiled in the right places. When they asked about me, I told them the truth. I know, right? But fuck it. I had a feeling, and I was right. They fed me some roasted meat, I didn’t ask what it was, but if it was mutant cow, it tasted a damn sight better than it smelled, lemme tell ya. Some vegetables, and I asked, but they said it was a Tato. Some mutant thing. Nothing was spared. Even the food was warped and defiled. Heh. Listen to me. Fuckin poet now!


Nice people. Sad too. Told me some savages they called raiders. It really is like the movies, like that Australian one, with the cars and the mohawks. Packs of feral dogs with death as the only law. It sounded terrifying, and then they told me about the girl’s photo on the wall, the one that I didn’t see. The one they kept skirting around all night.

I felt something twist in my gut. It was suicide, that’s a given. But something broke inside of me. I swore to help them and the old man gave me this look, I can’t describe it, but it was important. It was honest. I can’t let him down. If this doesn’t end in my bloody death, maybe I could come back here. Help them put up some bigger fences, maybe a lookout tower. Another mutant cow, why not! Yeah…

They let me sleep on a filthy mattress on the floor. It was bitter cold. I heard, and smelled, the mutant cow all night, and I slept like shit, ok? I took a dump outside in the foggy morning air and I felt completely and utterly alone in the world. What was I thinking? Adopting this family for myself? Charging off to fight a pack of cannibal psychos? I swallowed hard. I made a promise. That’s so fuckin corny, I know. But still. I felt that rage of a father’s loss inside me, and it was never going to go away. If I could bring this man some peace, maybe…ah, never mind. Fuck it, right? Might be fun. Shoot some bad guys, be a hero? I could do worse.

Listen this tape thing just beeped at me that its running out. The old man gave me a dusty box of like 3 more of em though, said I could tape over em. So. I guess if you find the next one, you can hear the rest. I think maybe that…


Level Up (3) Perk – Scrounger (1)


end of recording


clattering noises

Is…I think this is on. Ok, fuck, ok! Right. Today was the suicide run. To get the locket back. I woke up with the sun. Its really fucked, I mean I’m up every day with the sun, and out like a light at sundown. Guess without alarm clocks, we all go back to being cavemen and shit. Its crazy.


So the Abernathy’s told me the Satellite Array was East. Just needed to keep the water on my left, and I’d run right into it. I was coldly calm when I set out. Terrified, yeah. But determined. I pushed into the brush just East of the gas station and Meat’s right there with me. Such a good fuckin dog.

I’m crawling over these rocks, right? Trying to keep low and shit when I hear voices. I freeze. I mean, I fuckin stopped dead and I don’t move, and I don’t breathe. Two guys. Talking shit on each other, talking about broads, they sound half drunk, and I’m thinking, Ok, I can maybe just go around these guys. But then I realize that If I survive this shitstorm I’m heading towards, then they will be in my way on the way back. Maybe I’m all banged up. Maybe dying. No way I wanna face two cannibal fucks when I’m like that. Its gotta be now.

I poke my head up real goddamn slow. Like that dude in that story about the beating heart that won’t go away. Like a fuckin glacier. I see a campfire and two big guys. Jesus, they were dressed like killers. Trophies and shit like fingers and toes on necklaces and shit. They were armed. Big fuckin pistol and a rifle. Looked automatic. Shit. Then I hear Meat growl low in his throat, almost too soft to hear. I look at him. He’s clockin something hard. I look where he’s looking.

A fuckin dog is chained to the tree past the dudes. It was huge. It looked fucked up too, like maybe it had been mutated as well. Fuckin fallout, man. Its made mosters of everything.

Two dudes and a dog. Me and my dog and my one pea-shooter.

Maybe I should go around” crosses my mind again and then I remember why I can’t.

I swallow my fear and unholster my pistol. I gotta kill the guy with the rifle first. If I don’t, I’m dead.

I got one hand on Meat’s collar, I don’t want him running down there.

It was beautiful. I blew rifle guy’s head off, just like in the movies. I see other dude run for the tree and I throw a few bullets away. He’s cursing at me and unchains the dog. It takes off so fast I immediately lose sight of it. I let Meat go and he’s gone too. This is gonna be bloody, but I got bigger problems. Dude is crouched behind the tree and letting off shots. Ricochet threw some stone at me, cut me all up. Hurts like a fucker.

I hear Meat’s howl of victory and then he’s charging the bastard behind the tree. This is it. I could feel the tide turn. Meat gets shot, but he keeps coming and he’s got the guy on the ground and I run down and put two in his chest. I run over and kick dirt over the fire and scramble my ass back into the rocks. If anything heard that, I’m dead.

I wait like an hour. Its quiet, thank fuck.

I find some drugs and a few bottlecaps in their pockets. Bottlecaps? Weird. Their guns are useless to me. The rifle has like 4 shots and its way too heavy. I have to leave it. The pistol is total shit and worse than mine. Different ammo too. At least I wasn’t shot. Meat doesn’t whine or whimper when I dress his wound. Its a deep gouge, but nothing bad. All I have is water, and I’m worried about infection, I remember them saying that’s a big deal when I did First Aid training. Nothing for it, I got shit to protect it. We gotta move.

2 hours later I see the Satellite dish. Its on this big scaffold with some outbuilding next to it. I’m hiding across the road behind an outcropping. I see two dudes. One up on the scaffolding, one walking the perimeter. No idea who’s in the building. I gotta play this smart.

That was 30 minutes ago. I got up on these rocks to the South and took out the guard, easy. Had a shotgun on him. Fuck, yes. Only 6 shells, but they might save my life. I sling it. Traded potshots with the guard up high, but got lucky and he fell to his death. Meat dealt with a molerat that we must have woken up with the noise and another guard dog, who knows where the fuck he was hiding. Shit. I owe this mutt my life over so many times. I don’t even need to feed him – he’s going to town on that molerat right now.

That building is quiet. No one came in or out. Maybe I’ll get lucky. I’ll check in later.


Its the next day. Its late. Yeah, I’m fuckin alive. I don’t know how. Lucky as shit, that’s how.


Level Up (4) Perk – Gunslinger (1)

Level Up (5) Perk – +1 to Intelligence (@5)


I had a magic day. There’s no other way to describe it, you know? 6 guys. 2 were girls, but they were shootin at me, and that makes em guys, know what I mean? Me and Meat take out 2 in these hallways, snuck up on them and that’s all she wrote. I knew there were a few downstairs and I hid in the stairwell and threw the sweetest grenade – haha, man, I mean, it was spot on. Landed right at her feet. BOOM! Hahaha! Man. That was great. Then this bitch walks around the corner wearing some gigantic fuckin gun bigger than me. Like a fuckin cannon off the side of a helicopter! My last grenade lands at her feet and I dove for the stairs.

I don’t know how she didn’t tag me. Let off a burst that almost blew my eardrums out. The grenade didn’t help either and bits of brass-balled-bitch splattered my boots. Fuckin amazing. Two of her buddies came running, but I was waiting. Molotov cocktail and I used up those 6 heaven-sent shotgun shells while they were screaming. It was, in short, a magic day.

I kissed that shotgun. Gonna give it a girl’s name. Like that dickhead sargeant made me do in Boot. But maybe he was right. Sometimes the thing you love needs a name. Rebecca was Donna’s middle name. Tough as nails. Yeah…

Yeah… That’ll do.

Lots of drugs and some food down there. Ammo for my guns and some more shotgun shells. Some bits of armor or something on these maniacs. I take an arm and leg and a chest piece that look like they’ll fit me. They slid nicely over my shiny blue suit. I like them. Makes me not look like such a giant shiny blue target with my ass hanging out and a number on my back.

I scooped up all the goodies, but not that crazy cannon of a gun. I don’t even know if I could lift the fuckin thing and even if I did, I’m gonna hump it the 5 miles back to the farm? But I did find something more valuable.

A young girl’s locket. The chain wasn’t even fuckin broken. Washed some blood off it but otherwise its ok. A magic day, like I said.

I got home a few hours ago and the gratitude and tears and back-slaps got old after awhile. Old man said I could bunk here as long as I liked, even gave me a piss-warm beer that he had buried in some hidey-hole in the yard probably, hahaha. So I’m drinking it and talking to you, and hoping these people don’t think I’m crazy for climbing up here, up the steel tower. The moon looks incredible and I wish I had a lighter that worked. I just dropped the cigarette. Maybe I should quit.

I gotta piss.



sound of a cigarette being lit

Ahhhhhh. Mmm. sound of coughing

Yeah. I even missed the coughing. That tastes so fine. I don’t have much tape left, so I’ll make this quick. I talked to the family today and said if they were serious about me staying here, then we need to do something before more raiders came back. He said they knew the harvest times, and I flashed on the Seven Samurai, but there were only 4 of us, and I’m not as pretty as Shimada. Still. They had a ton of wood and sheet metal lying around, and we starting building a fence. A wall, really, because we needed to build up as well as around.

We ran out of shit pretty quickly though. Only got one wall up – facing East down into the fields. I talked to Blake and told him about all the supplies at Sanctuary Hills. He rubbed his chin and thought for a minute.

An hour later we were driving his brahmin over the hill, a sled tied to the beast by a few ropes. The fuckin thing balked at the bridge, though, and I can’t say as I blamed it, it looks rickety as shit. In my flight across the bridge that first morning, I didn’t even notice it, I was running away from myself that day. That day. Was like a week ago. Fuck me. I’m getting old, fast. Anyway. So I humped over and grabbed as much shit as I could, made a few trips, cause the old man wouldn’t leave the mutant cow, stubborn dick. Took about 4 hours all up. Finally got back at sunset and I was getting nervous as hell. I heard some wild dogs howling in the gully nearby and if this dumb cow got its back up we could be stuck out here with no light. But we made it. We got up another section before the light died and I think we have enough to finish tomorrow.

I’m tired as shit and dirty and I stink. But I have a roof to sleep under and a bed to lie in. Food, water, ammunition. Meat lying at my feet.

I’m still alive motherfuckers. Tomorrow is Wednesday. One week since I escaped the Vault. And you can bet on o–


Level Up (6) Perk – +1 to Intelligence (@6)


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Raining all day today. What a shitty, grey, nothing of a day. Can’t do nothin, so me and the family sat around playing Spades all day and trading stories. Old Man Blake pulled out some more of those hidden piss-warm beers of his, and we made an afternoon of it. Was kind of fun, except Connie, the Battleaxe, got stinking drunk and kept waffling between thanking me for “saving the memory of our Mary” and muttering to herself that strangers weren’t welcome and maybe I should be movin on. Dizzy bitch. I ignored her and took Blake for every cigarette that he had. Ha! Sucker. I was in the Army. Spades is practically the official pastime. He never saw me comin. Of course, that lighter he loaned me ran outta juice so I got nothing to light them with, cause Connie won’t let me “smoke in the house”. I wanted to tell her a leaky barn that lets in more rain that it keeps out is hardly a house, but she kept givin me the stinkeye and I kept my mouth shut.

Storm cleared up right after the sun went down. Figures. Cold as shit now. Why did I agree to sleep in this half-assed shack on the roof? I’m freezing my balls off up here!

I gotta quit complaining. You don’t wanna hear that shit, and I’m tired of hearing my gums flap.

Ever get so bored even sleeping has no appeal? Maybe I’ll rub one out and sneak a few shots of whiskey from that bottle I found out back.

How do I paus—


Woke up to sunny blue skies and no wind. Headed downstairs early to talk to the Old Man about finishing up the walls, but he and the missus already left to take their harvest to Diamond City. Lucy said they probably be gone 2 days at least.

Well. Fuck. I’ll just do it myself then. Right? Girl turned out to be pretty handy, when she wasn’t breakin my balls for anything she could think of. She kept treating me like some dumb kid, and maybe I didn’t have a clue about the world cause I spent 200 years as a popsicle, but that don’t mean I’m a goddamn moron. I ignored her and worked my ass off. The Old Man and the Battleaxe were gonna come home to see the farm completely walled off and I might even put up another tower.

That was the plan anyway.

After lunch I head upstairs to change my boots, one of the soles got caught on a nail and tore a big hole in it. Lucky me I found a spare pair in my old house, under the fuckin bed, can you believe that shit? Naturally I grabbed em, and as I pulled my ass up the last ladder, I turn and who do I see, buck naked in my bed?

Yeah. Lucy the Ballbuster, you guessed it. Guess she had other ideas for my balls.

But I couldn’t.

It might of been 200 years, but to me, Donna died only a week ago. If if I wanted to (and I didn’t), I wasn’t ready, and if her parents found out, that’d be the end of this safe little home I got going here. I thought of all those “farmer’s daughter jokes” and busted out laughing.

The Ballbuster didn’t like that. At all. She called me some vile names and threw my spare boots at me. Clunked me right in the head too, the psycho bitch! Ran off. Thank fuck. I smoked a cigarette (fuck you Connie), changed my boots, and got back to work. I was trying to figure some way out of this mess, because no doubt the little she-devil was gonna rat me out as soon as dear old Mom and Dad got home, and I couldn’t let that happen.

My mind raced as I sweated.

Lucy let me alone with my churning guts until supper. Then she confessed in a shower of tears that she was a stupid, wicked girl, and that she let her fantasies run away with her, and please to not tell her parents. I didn’t say a fuckin word, man, not the whole time. I just let her go. In the end, with her quietly sniffling, I cleared my throat and mumbled something bland and went back to work.

Jesus. Women, am I right? Fuuuuuck me. Maybe I should be moving on.

Donna’s face in my mind punched me in the gut. The way her hair smelled. Her laugh. I walked off a lttle ways and did what I had to do to get myself under control, ok? Its not a problem if the drinking fixes the situation ok? Back off.

Anyway, the Ballbuster comes back and says she’s got an idea. Shows me this pile of old robot parts slowly rusting under a tarp out in the back fields. Says she’s thinking of some way to protect the farm with them, says she’s pretty handy with electronics and such. I asked her how she knew so much. She mumbled something about a wanderer that came by last year for a few weeks. Called himself the Mechanoid or some dippy name like that. It suddenly dawned on me, Lucy’s game. She was fuckin every stray that came along, and playing the good girl.

I shook my head and marveled at the sheer fuckin depth of the human mind.

I was pretty handy myself, and in a few hours we knocked up a small automatic gun turret. A small fusion core ran the whole thing and we did a test fire. Good range, especially if we put them up on the wall. Only problem was it would fire on anything that its sensors picked up, so we had to install some switches on them and work out a bunch of calls and signals so I could come and go without getting turned to hamburger.

A weird fuckin day, but I got that wall up. We are secure. Now I just need for the Abernathy’s to come home so I can get the hell away from Lucy before she tries to get her claws into me again.


Level Up Perk (7) +1 to Intelligence (@7)



Happy fuckin Halloween. Yeah. 200 years and a week ago I was a happy man. Now I’m holed up at the top of some garage with a goddamn zombie trying to eat my guts out. Jesus, look at this guy. Face all melted. Walking funny. Guess being dead will do that to ya.

Blake got home this morning. Was damn impressed with my work, and even more so for our turret system. Said we should make more, but no more parts. I asked him if he knew anyplace local maybe I could check out, and he told me that there was an old Shipping Company office just south of the farm. They might have some parts we would use. I said, great, and grabbed my guns, whistled for Meat and off we went into the woods.

Was going great until this brain-eatin motherfucker scared the shit out of me and chased me up here. Dumb fuck can’t climb a ladder so I’m waving my dick at him and wondering if I fire this gun, if ten more of his buddies are gonna crawl outta the woodwork. But I got nothing else, not even a stick to hit him with, so what do I do?

I’ll check in later.


I can’t…

I cannot, in any reasonable fuckin terms, begin to explain the past 36 hours. I mean, you know how I had that magic day just a few days ago? The perfect day? Today was its ugly bitch sister. Where do I even goddamn begin?

Oh yeah. The zombies. Turns out they aren’t zombies. Who the fuck knew? Might as well be though, since they ain’t living normal lives anymore. Old Man Blake called them ghouls. Ghouls for Christ’s sake. That’s even worse than zombies! Poor bastards warped by the bombs, they used to be regular dudes. I still didn’t feel bad shooting them, but it made me think about how that coulda been me. Me and Donna and Shaun, all melted and pissed off.

I got out of the shipping company with my neck. Barely. Got a shit ton of parts and stuff, which is great, but then I got cocky and found this cabin on the way back. Some hunter’s piece-of-shit, and I figure, a quick stop, what could happen?

I’ll tell you what can happen. The escalation of the fucked up bugs of this world is linear, ok? Roaches, flies and now mosquitoes. Can you imagine a mosquito the size of a small child and flies as fast as a dog runs? Well I can. I had three chasing me up that fuckin hill screaming my head off for Lucy to turn the turrets on and I’m blind firing as I run, hoping to Christ that I don’t die like this, with my insides sucked out. Dogmeat tried to fight, but I heard him make this horrible yelp and fuck me…

I had to leave him. I know its a shitty thing to do. I love that damn dog. But you seriously didn’t see the size of these things. But miracle of fuckin miracles, the turret does its job, and the old Battleaxe herself shot down one with a rifle from the top of the wall right as one of those things was gonna stab me through the heart. I’ve never been so scared in my life. What the fuck is next? It better not be no ants and snakes and shit or fuck it, I’m never leaving the farm again.

Yeah I had a few drinks after that, who wouldn’t? I hid the bottle, ok? Its nobody’s business.

I dumped the parts, took a shit, had a good cry when the adreneline left me shaking, and I grabbed my gun and headed out again.

I don’t have a fuckin choice ok? We need stuff, and I’m the only crazy fucker around here with less than 4 legs.

Me and Meat went back to that cabin. Real goddamn cautiously. All clear. Some good stuff. Even found a machete and a few boxes of ammo that I could use. We were getting ready to clear out when I heard a voice, clear as day. A man’s.

I dropped to my face and didn’t goddamn breathe. Meat’s right beside me, eyes wide and softly panting. We both strain to listen, but I don’t hear it again. I suck up the courage to peek out the window. I see a couple of dudes on the hill across from us. Then a third. They are just standing there, like they are waiting for someone.

That new gun I found had a scope, and so I had a good hard look. They were carrying some weird looking guns. Lasers maybe. Who the fuck outside the military had access to that kind of hardware these days? One of the dudes was a chick, and I saw a brahmin and a bunch of trunks and satchels nearby. A trader? I decided that my balls were not hairy or large enough, so I got up off my face, put my gun away, put my hands up, and went to say hi.

Sold a few gold bars that I had found back in Sanctuary for some herbal remedies and an ear of corn. Plus a teddy bear for Meat and some shells for Rebecca-The-Shotgun. The two dudes she had with her were hardcases, didn’t trust me a lick, and I think of one them was mentally eating my dog. The trader, named Dreff or something, gave me bottlecaps with my purchases. I asked what these were and she said, “Change”.

These crazy fuckers use Nuka-Cola bottlecaps for money. Did you know about this? Its completely fuckin crazy! And genius! I mean think about it. No more Nuka-Colas being manufactured, and presumably the machines to make the caps are radioactive slag. Light and portable. Easy to recognize. I mean its cool as shit, but kinda weird too, right? Guess all those caps in cigar boxes I found in Sanctuary Hills were worth picking up after all. I thought it was some neighborhood kids’ thing. Like collecting Grognak trading cards.

So after all that I go back and the Old Man and the Ballbuster have a second turret up and running. I show him the ear of corn I bought and I thought he was going to start goddamn blubberin on me. He just clapped me on the shoulder and nodded, farmer-style, and I knew that I had done more in that simple act than a hundred walls would have done. So well fuckin done, me.


Level Up Perk (8) – Chemist (1)


But this is where it gets weird. After lunch the Battleaxe tells me that she’s got a friend who runs a trading post out of an old diner, just a few miles East on the main road outside of Concord. Says she’s got some remedies and other bits and bobs that the family usually trades for a few times a year, but maybe since I’m “gettin ta be a part of the fambly now”, I should do the honors. Cool. I was gonna go exploring tomorrow anyway, but there’s still daylight, so why not. I head upstairs and take a nap for an hour, just to take the weight off my feet.

So I head out with Meat and we are cruising down this broken ass road, right? I see another Trader, also another chick, and I’m like, man this is great, lets see what she’s got. Says her name is Carla and she’s a saucy bitch. I like her. She sells me some whiskey and bourbon (gotta feed the monkey) and I’m paying her when suddenly Meat lets out this yelp like I’ve never heard before and there’s this like thumping, breaking noise. All of a sudden some giant fuckin bug, this cocksuckin scorpion the size of a Chryslus Corvega comes charging out at me from nowhere and I see the tail stinger, size of a fuckin sword, I swear, whip over its head and I wake up in my bed, drenched in sweat. Fuckin nightmare. Can you believe that? Haven’t had one of those since I was a kid.

That was like 10 minutes ago and I’m still shaking. I’m smoking too. Its so late, the Battleaxe will ne—

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The Joshua Kemble Holotapes: Bundle 02

The Joshua Kemble Holotapes: Bundle 02

This is a collection of first-person writings from the point-of-view of the protagonist of Fallout 4 (albeit with a different backstory) during my real-life playthrough on Survival Mode. I’ll add to these as I go, I guess.

  • <0011> 11/01/87 – 11/02/87|18:02

  • <0012> 11/03/87 – 11/04/87|15:22

  • <0013> 11/05/87|19:56

  • <0014> 11/06/87|22:15

  • <0015> 11/07/87|16:04

  • <0016> 11/08/87|20:31

  • <0017> 11/09/87|02:30

  • <0018> 11/09/87|18:22
  • <0019> 11/10/87|17:02
  • <0020> 11/11/87|23:18
  • <0021> 11/12/87|19:12


Today I told the Old Man I wanted to strengthen the walls. We talked for awhile and he drew up some plans. After lunch we hitched up Clarabell, the mutant cow, and dragged the sled back to Sanctuary Hills for supplies. All day long I was walking slow back and forth behind this goddamn ugly cow, and God help me, I think I’m gettin used to the fuckin stink.

So we built. Couple more turrets. Another tower. The Old Man and I talked about how there had to be others out there. Others who weren’t trying to rape, kill and eat us. There’s a TV satellite dish on one of the houses in Sanctuary Hills. We grabbed it and spent half the day trying to get it to broadcast a signal. Got a small gas generator running the thing, and we finally got it to work, but the range isn’t very far. I’m worried that it won’t just be normal fuckin people picking up the transmission, so I showed the Ballbuster how to shoot. She’s good.

Christ, what a day. I think I threw my back out and I woke up feeling like crap. I think I might have a cold or something. I ache all over and I just feel really shitty. Weak and tired. The Battleaxe kept bringing me bowls of tato soup. I didn’t have the heart to tell her it tasted like boiled ass, and when she left I let Meat lick the bowl clean, hahaha – ow, fuck!

Guess I’m resting for now. I’ll talk to you later.


I’m still in bed. The Ballbuster came flying up the stairs earlier and told me our broadcast was picked up by a couple travelling nearby and they’re downstairs right now! Can ya believe it? The Old Man is interviewing them. Making sure they aren’t cannibals or jet-heads (learned that term from the Battleaxe). This old leaky barn is going to be kinda crowded now, ya know? Guess as soon as I’m back on my feet we’ll have to build an annex so this couple has somewhere private to sleep. Last thing I need right now is hearing two people get it on.

Don’t know if I was dreaming or what, but I heard a woman’s voice earlier. Reciting poetry I think. You believe that shit? Poetry in the fuckin wasteland. But I remembered every word.

Don’t you fuckin laugh at me, alright?

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Really made me think, ya know?

After lunch I started to feel better. I think maybe the witch’s potion the Battleaxe whipped up for me actually did the trick. If she wasn’t such a wishy-washy bitch, I’d kiss her. Only got 3 magazines to read and I’ve read them ten times. One more day in this bed and I’d lose my goddamn mind.

I did some work on the annex. I got tired out pretty quickly, but the new guy (Jake) and his missus (Shelley) helped out. They seem like good people and the Old Man says they check out. Got a few beds together too, and Jake had some really shitty looking ears of corn that the Old Man says we can plant after the next rain. Got gourds in the ground too. But it won’t be enough. The shitty soil barely puts out anything, and we are going to need more food.

Tomorrow I go hunting. If’n I’ve got my strength back that is. Break’s over. Talk soon.

Oh. One more thing. Some drifter named Gary or something came by. Had a dog he wanted to sell. Asked me some pretty hard questions and wanted to know if I was gonna eat the fuckin dog! I told him to fuck off and was about to close the door in his face, but there was something about the look in his eye. He really loved the damn thing. I told him to come inside. Jake patted him down for weapons, and took his pistol. I don’t blame the guy for being armed. You’d be stupid not to be, but we can’t let some stranger in packing that kind of heat.

We had some lunch and talked. In the end, he sold me the dog. A mutt bitch, so I’m hoping Meat can get his freak on and we’ll have a bunch of puppies soon. Could train them up to be watch dogs, or maybe Gary will come by again and I can sell him a dog. Ha!

Anyway. Back to it.


Was feeling better today, so I whistled for Meat and we headed into the hills above Vault 111 to see if we could take some of the mutant deer I’d seen grazing on the hills. A quiet day, right?

Bull-fuckin-shit it was. I mean, Jesus, how do I keep getting myself into these messes?

A beautiful crisp Autumn day. Perfect, right? The sky is blue, the wind is low, and the trees are really beautiful in that way that only dead and dying things can be. There I go with the fuckin poetry again. Anyway. Found a couple of abandoned places – a shack and a hilltop camp. Grabbed some supplies from them and was heading south over the old logging road, when Meat starts growling low in his throat. I’ve come to trust that goddamn sound, so I climb up on some rocks, get out the rifle I managed to bolt a scope onto and start scanning the area.

Out of the goddamn ground comes another pack of those goddamn mutant moles. Like 6 of the ugly bastards! Meat went nuts. He loves killing these things, but there were too many. I helped him out, clever bastard that I am, and I swear to God he fuckin smiled at me when it was all over. I let him eat his fill of one, but had to shoo him away from the others. The farm needs this meat, and whatever else I can bag today, fingers fuckin crossed.

So we’re in these rocks near this big, whaddyacallit, transmission tower, thats the word, and I see two lovely mutant deer grazing. Two-headed and weird as fuck looking, but the Old Man says they are good eating, and what the fuck do I know from hunting? I got the shot lined up and then I hear Meat. That low growl. Jesus, now what?

The deer run off and I’m looking around when this big ugly piece of garbage walks right into my scope.

Goddamn raider. And he wasn’t alone. There were 4 of the bastards. I see their campfire too. Couple of dead bodies strung up near it. Cannibals. I mean, Jesus, I hope I’m never that hungry.

So I’m thinking, no way am I gonna take on 4 psychos, not by myself, when Meat takes off like a shot. FUCK!

Then I hear him fighting with something. I crawl to the edge of the rocks and he’s tangled up with some mutant dog – big fucker too, with a chain collar around its neck. Shit. This thing probably belongs to the raiders, and sure enough – they start looking my way.

Nothing for it, now.

First guy goes down like the sack of shit that he is – headshot. Damn, I’m getting good.

The second and third, not so easy. I throw away a few clips, but I’ve leg-shot them both, and they ain’t going nowhere, bellowing like hell, though. I’m trying to find the fourth guy, and I’m starting to panic, because I don’t see shit.

Then I hear a scrape on the rocks behind me, I turn my head, and he’s right fuckin there, a machete in his hand and its swinging for my head. I rolled off the goddamn cliff and I think I broke something, and I’m lying there, dazed, when Meat comes out of nowhere, breath smelling like blood, and gives me a sloppy lick. Fuckin. Disgusting. Then he takes off again and I’m trying to call him back, when I hear the raider yelling like someone’s got his balls.

Someone did.

I ended it with two shots to the head. A few more put the leg-shot scumbags outta their misery.

My leg hurts like hell and I think my knee is either broken or severely fucked. I can’t walk on it anymore, and its swelling bad. The Old Man insisted I take a stim with me. Some who-the-fuck-knows concoction that he said would keep me going when I couldn’t anymore. Guess now was the time to find out. Good thing too because the next thing I know, 4 fucking mutant dogs crest the ridge and are staring down at me.

Yeah, ok, I pissed myself. So what? They had dead fuckin eyes. Skin all scabby and sore looking. Big goddamn teeth. And they charge. All of them.

Rebecca. Remember her? She blows two of their heads off and then they are on me. Bad breath, ripping teeth and strong as fuck. I figure this is it, I’m dead. Meat, my sweet dog, Meat, saves my ass, again. I’ve never seen a dog flip out like that. Like I was his child or something. He didn’t just kill them. He ripped them into pieces. It was fuckin horrible.

So I’ve got like 6 dead bodies around me, a broken knee, and more raw food than I can carry. Oh, and get this. The sun went down about an h—



Level Up Perk (9) – Sneak (1)


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Holotape 0005 – Index of “Journal”

<0014> 11/06/87|22:15

<0015> 11/07/87|16:04

<0016> 11/08/87|20:31


So apparently I didn’t die. I woke up in bed. The Old Man and the new settler, Jake, somehow found me out there. Guess it was a good thing I mentioned where I was going before the hunt. My knee is just sprained, not broken, so I get to spend another goddamn day in bed. I swear to Christ I could never handle being an invalid. I would fucking off myself, seriously.

Nothing else to report today. Talk later.


Had a long day. The knee was ok. The Battleaxe spread some goop she mixed up and slathered it on my knee. Jesus it hurt like hell. Burning hot and it stunk worse than their mutant cow. Made my goddamn eyes water. But it did the trick and I’m up and about again.

I know what you are thinking. Same thing I’ve been thinking.

Why the hell haven’t I gone looking for my boy?

Here’s the thing. He could be anywhere. So I’m looking. Everywhere. I can’t take the chance of passing up even one rotten shack. I have been looking. Its just goddamn slow.

Today I wanted to explore the road that the Diner sits on. Everyday I push out little further. Every day I get a little stronger and I build up my map a bit further. The Ballbreaker gave me some paper she stashed away and I had the foresight of grabbing some pencils on my way out of Sanctuary Hills. So I’ve been drawing a map. Its crude as shit, but its better than nothing.

Dogmeat is feeling a bit under the weather today. Throwing up and shit. Probably because of all those raw mole guts he’s been eating. Seriously disgusting. Liquid baby shit practically fallin outta his ass. I never knew shit could be that color. Man.

Anyways, I headed out.

Shot a mutant deer in the Eastern fields below the farm, and I called up to the farm for someone to come and get the damn thing. At least there will be a hot meal waiting for me when I get back.

If I get back. I think about that shit a lot, ya know? I mean, what happens to Shaun if I don’t make it? Let’s be honest, here.

I mean. sigh

Like. He could already be, ya know. Gone. I don’t think about that shit much. I try not to anyway. But I still do. He’s my boy, ya know? Still looked like an old man when last I saw him. Not the cutest kid, I admit. But he’s mine. And I love him. And I will goddamn find him. I will.

Jesus. Rambling again. Yeah I had a few drinks. I know I shouldn’t when I go out, but. Some days I just need it.

So I get down onto that road. The one that runs past the diner. I see this concrete building to my right. Looked quiet. I knew not to believe that shit, so I hunkered down in some bushes and waited. Sure enough, some kinda, I dunno, fuckin flying robot or some shit, comes outta the door! Like a ball or something. Wires and antenna and shit all over it. Its just flying around, aimlessly. I have no idea what it is or if its got lasers or some bullshit so I wasn’t gonna take any chances. I find a fat rock, plant my ass behind it and line up the shot.

Goddamn thing exploded practically. Lucky for me, I guess. Don’t need no lasers up my ass. Not today. I creep up and its got some stuff I can use. A circuit board that isn’t fried, and some wires and shit. Inside the place is nothing. I mean, not nothing, but just this control panel thing that’s dead to the world, probably hasn’t worked in 200 years and next to it is this cage. Floor to ceiling. Fuckin skeleton inside, with some crates and shit. Gate is locked up tight. I know how to pick a lock, but this thing wasn’t budging. Some kinda computer thing on the wall next to it. I don’t know shit about computers. Never liked em. Still, I had a look. Damn thing still had power and its got this whole screen of gibberish on it. Some words, and this blinking square thing at the bottom. No fuckin way I’m touching this thing, so I take off.

Coupla hundred yards away is this dilapidated green house. No windows. Door wide open. I figure maybe might be worth taking a look. So I watch for awhile, like I always do. Nothin. The quiet gets to me after awhile, so I run up to it, real low, and peek in the window.

What do I see? Some goddamn drunk passed out on the couch. Wine bottle next to him on the floor. Sleeping sitting up, and Jesus I could smell the b.o. from here. I mean, I’m no rose, but this guy stunk like he rolled in shit. Dunno how people can live like that. At least rinse the dirt off or somethin, ya know?

I’m thinking I can still take a look inside, and this guy ain’t gonna say squat, and even if he does, what’s he gonna do? Didn’t see no gun on him. That was weird. Made me think for a minute. Maybe he knows something I don’t. So I wait. I watch him sleep. About an hour later he opens his eyes, rattles off this fart like a machine gun and starts mumbling to himself.

Then I see him reach into his coat pocket and pull out this thing, looks like one of them, whaddyacallit – asthma inhalers, but its got some other thing like attached to it. Dude puts it in his mouth, presses the trigger thing and sucks in his breath real deep. His eyes roll up, his head starts to sag and the dude starts fuckin drooling on himself.

Fuckin junkies, man. They never change. This guy ain’t gonna do dick. So I get up and I go inside. Dude is out like a light. I find some food, coupla lamps I can strip the wire out of, and a carton of cigarettes. Grey Tortoise. You believe that shit? 200 fuckin years go by and they still have my brand. I stuff that into my bag and I’m making my way outside when the dude musta woke up and heard me, cause he says, “Heymanyoulookinforsomechems?”

Kinda took me off guard and I spun around and almost fuckin shot him. I said, “What?”. Dude goes, “Youwantsomechemsman?”

I said, “Nah. You look like you need em more than me.”, and I take off. Not even worth shooting, this guy.

I searched the valley running up to that cabin where Meat almost died, and I find a campsite, some tools, a few other bits and pieces and I shove all that into my ruck and start heading home. Its getting late in the afternoon, and I won’t be out after dark if I can help it.

When I get back, Meat looks like he’s over his stomach (and ass) problems and nearly knocked me over giving me licks and shit. He and that new dog (I decided to call her Potatoes. Get it? Meat and Potatoes?) then starting chasing each other and the Battleaxe starts laughing, saying they are really getting along. Says maybe Meat could teach me a thing or two about women. I said something rude under my breath and went to get some dinner. Dumb broad. I don’t want no goddamn woman, ok? I’m still in love with the one that I watched die.


I skipped dinner and decided to drink my meal instead. Its quiet up on the roof and I can hear the family and the new folks all chattering away.


Who fuckin needs em.


Woke up with a bad headache, but I ain’t staying in bed again, so before the sun is even up, I whistled for Meat and we went South over the ridge towards the lake, past where I met that one Trader and her hardcase guards.

Didn’t see much except for some weird green mushrooms, glowing like one of those plastic sticks you sometimes got at concerts back in the day. I picked em anyway. The Battleaxe can make anything out of anything. I swear that woman is some kind of evil chef, and who knows? Glowing mushroom soup might be good.

We crest this hill, up onto some rocks, and I look down and see this big ass bridge going across the water. The Old Man said this was called Walden Pond but it looked like a lake to me. Anyway. Bunch of rusted out cars and on the far end some kind of makeshift barrier kinda blocking off the road. That didn’t seem right, so I got out my rifle and scoped it out.

Just like I thought. Coupla raider motherfuckers hanging out at the barrier. What the fuck were they doing? Charging a toll or some shit?

Like I said, I had a bad fuckin headache, and I was still pissed at the Battleaxe for that crack yesterday, and that’s the only excuse for what I did next.

I took a couple of potshots at them. Didn’t hit shit, but that got their damn attention and they start running across the bridge. Dumb ass me forgot to keep my head down and I hear gunshots and ricochets are bouncing off the rocks all around me. Goddamn it, I hate that shit! I start to haul ass, gotta find a better place to hide, and I dunno if I’m just slow, or the hangover is slowing me down, but I hear one of them yelling at me, I dunno what, but it didn’t sound friendly.

I got one chance.

I gotta get back to the farm, let those turrets do their job. I turn and let off a couple of wild shots, just to keep them interested, and just like I planned, they follow. Meat is right beside me, tongue hanging out, having the time of his life running from druggie psycho cannibals. If I ever get reincarnated, I’m gonna be a German Shepherd that still has his balls. What a life, am I right?

I’m running up across the fields, yelling like a sonofabitch to start up the turrets and grab some guns, and a bullet goes right past my ear. I mean right fuckin past it. Felt like I was doused in ice water, that’s how goddamn scared I was. If I couldn’t get behind that wall in the next 5 seconds, I was gonna get shot in the back or the head and that’s all she wrote. No more Shaun. No more nothin.

But I tell you what. Those turrets, and this family and those new people?

They were born to it.

All of a sudden the sounds of those beautiful machines opens up and its suddenly raining bullets. Me and Meat get inside, bar the door, and get up on the wall.

Raiders didn’t know what hit them. It was all over in 2 minutes.

Here’s the weird part though. When I went down into the fields to search the bodies, they were g—

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Holotape 0006 – Index of “Journal”

<0017> 11/09/87|02:30


sound of cigarette being lit

heavy sigh

Man. The day I’ve had. For the first time since I left the Vault I didn’t think I was going to make it home.

I wanted to go exploring a bit. Trouble is that I left before the sun was up and I was drinking again.

Been having nightmares about Donna again. I keep seeing her right before she is killed and hearing her voice calling out to me for help. I mean…

sounds of crying

What could I do? I was trapped. Those fucking bastards. Those goddamn motherfuckers!

I need…I need a minute.

sound of throat clearing

Ok. I’m ok. Where was I? Oh yeah. Exploring. I wanted to explore the roads East of Concord. So I set out with Meat in the early morning. Was still dark. No problems getting around the town. I was up on the bluff above the town, where a few mansions are sitting, all boarded up. Found a dead guy in the back of one house, just chilling on the porch. Very strange.

I moved through the forest with little trouble, but then I got turned around. At the top of a large bluff I found a skeleton next to some big piece of machinery. Looked like it opened, but I’ll be damned if I could open it. Just a ways East were the shells of some burned-out houses. Found some stuff jammed inside a chimney. People hide stuff in the strangest places. The sun came up and I could see down through the forest, and I realized I had wandered way too far North.

So I drop back down onto the road and keep heading East. Came across some train tracks and under some elevated highway. I scoped the shit out of that. Raiders like to hide up high I’ve found, but I didn’t see anyone and no one shot at me for fuckin once.

Meat started barking and took off. I’m thinking, “Shit, now what?” and as I come up over the hill I see a huge cemetary in this valley. Creepy ass crypts ringing the heights and Meat is digging at some grave. I mean, Jesus, I know he’s a dog, but have some damn respect, ya know?

I don’t like the look of this place at all.

Of course, right then it started raining and the fog rolls in. I laughed out loud. It was just too fuckin perfect, right?

Meat finished whatever the hell he was doing and comes back to me, and I see he’s got a goddamn bone. A human bone. Fuck me, I almost got sick.

We wait for an hour. Nothing moves. Just us and the fog and the rain. Across the way I can sort of make out a chapel or something, and I figure it might be best to get out of the rain. Can’t stay outside too long. Makes my skin itch.

So we go inside and I’m poking around when I hear Meat cry out in pain. “What the fuck?”, I’m thinking, and I take out Rebecca, load two shells and creep up to the doorway. Fucking raider bitch is kicking my damn dog. I blew the bitch away. Meat’s limping and I’m ready to get medieval on this whore’s corpse. Who kicks a dog? Assholes!

The rain has cleared up and its afternoon, so I figure its time to head back. Didn’t find shit anyway, except a whole bunch of those glowing mushrooms, which I gathered up.

So we head back the exact same way we came. Get past the freeway and up into the scrub when Meat starts growling. I’m looking everywhere but I don’t see shit. His hackles are up and his teeth are bared. I back right the fuck up. Suddenly out of the scrub comes the biggest, ugliest mutant fly I’ve ever seen. I throw a few shots from Rebecca into it and it doesn’t even slow it down.

I’m gone. Running. I look back to see where Meat is and the fly is still following us and a giant mutant dog joins the chase. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I holler for Meat and increase my speed. I’m even thinking of dropping Rebecca just to gain some speed. Meat is right next to me, tongue hanging out and he takes off ahead of me. Thanks a lot!

I’m crashing through brush and snapping small trees and running for my goddamn life. I check behind me and I don’t see the mutant dog but that goddamn fly is still on my trail. I stop and blow off a few more shots. Nothing. What the hell is this thing made of anyway?

I don’t know how long we were running. Felt like an hour. Somehow, and I have no idea how, we lose the fly. Thank Christ. But there’s a big problem.

I have no goddamn idea where I am.

No landmarks look familiar. I don’t recognize the terrain. I figure I’ve got maybe 2 hours before the sun goes down. I’m thinking that I’m in real trouble here. Real fuckin trouble. I know the farm is West, and that’s all I have to go on, so I start walking towards the sun. I’m in thick forest and on a South-facing ridge line. To my left, through the trees and way below me, I can see the sparkle of sunlight off a large body of water. The only real water I’ve seen so far is that pond and this is way bigger.

I’m fucking lost. Then the panic hits. Like ice water and I start sweating and my stomach starts to churn. I feel like I need to take a shit and I barely get my pants down before I shotgun a brown blast out of my ass. Gross, I know. Sorry.

I wipe my ass with some leaves and get my pants hitched up and my stomach is still feeling like crap. I’m thinking, “Fuck, what am I gonna do?”

I walk West for hours. The sun sets and I still have no idea where I am. I hear gunshots in the distance and really weird noises in the woods. Anything could ambush me up here and the panic is starting to spiral. In maybe 20 minutes it will be too dark to see anything. I don’t even see a place to hole up for the night. I gotta keep walking.

Soon I’m walking blind. I know this Pip-Boy has a flashlight on it, but I don’t dare fuckin use it. That’s like a neon sign to anyone out there saying, “Come kill me”.

I got no choice. I gotta just hunker down and wait for dawn. I at least find some rocks I can hunker down in.

Longest goddamn night of my life. Meat kept me warm and I didn’t sleep for one single second. Finally the sun came up and I’m freezing. I ate a little and shared some food with Meat and we split a bottle of dirty water. I keep heading West.

Another hour, maybe two, and I see some houses to the South. I think maybe its Sanctuary Hills. Thank God. I start heading down towards the neighborhood when I hear voices. I think, “This cannot be happening.”

But it was. More raiders. Fuckers are everywhere. This is a group of 3. Moving East, opposite of me, and halfway down the ridge, but between me and Sanctuary Hills. I’m not risking a fight, not when I’m so tired I can barely see straight and my hands are shaking from the cold. I lie flat and get Meat beside me. Somehow he knows what’s up and doesn’t make a peep. The grass is wet and I’m shivering like crazy. I felt myself willing them to move faster, and I think I was whispering, “Come on, come on.”

Luck was with me, and I haul my ass back to the farm, and when the Old Man saw me he dropped his hoe and came running over to me. Got me some food and a hot drink and a blanket, bless his wrinkled heart. That map I drew? Fuckin worthless. I’ve got to find a better way to keep track of where I am.

This tape is about to run out and I don’t have any more holotapes left. Not sure when I’ll be able to talk again.

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Holotape 0007 – Index of “Journal”

  • <0018> 11/09/87|18:22
  • <0019> 11/10/87|17:02
  • <0020> 11/11/87|23:18
  • <0021> 11/12/87|19:12


Had a shitty night’s sleep. More nightmares. Donna just keeps haunting me. Damn I miss her so much. Had a big fight with the Battleaxe too. She found my stash of bourbon. Uptight bitch. Anyway.

We are running out of food. Why? Because we had a group of 8 more goddamn people show up. I told the Old Man to shut the beacon down. Spent the day building beds and trying to get to know everyone. What a goddamn nightmare. So I grabbed Meat and we went hunting north of the gas station. Bagged a mutant deer and a dog. Can’t believe I’m eating dog for fuck’s sake. Didn’t see anything for a few hours, so I went back and checked the woods north of the farm. Ran across another pack of mutant dogs – three of them. One of them almost took my head off, but Meat and I survived. Took me a while to dress out the carcasses and haul the meat back. At least there is food for all of us now, but clearly we need to farm more, and build some more turrets. A settlement of this size is sure to attract unwanted attention.

I went back to that Ranger’s cabin and found a stash of whiskey under one of the beds. I wasn’t looking for booze, ok? But I did take the bottles. Spent most of the afternoon drunk as a fish. Meat was playing in the yard. He’s such a nut. Funny damn dog. Pretty fuckin sad that some mutt is my best friend, but there you go.

Dinner’s ready. Talk later.



Today I decided to return to the Satellite Array where I found Mary’s locket. There was a lot of supplies that I wasn’t able to take the first time, and a few locked doors that I wanted to see if I could get open.

No problems on the journey. Didn’t see anything. Was raining and really quiet. Kinda spooky, actually. Just me, and Meat, and the rain. Really peaceful, actually.

Once I was inside, I was able to find a stash of ammo for my guns, including some shells for Rebecca. Only had 3 left, so that was a fuckin lucky find. Was a computer terminal that I couldn’t figure out how to operate, and I’m pretty sure it controlled this locked door. I could see a ton of stuff through the window, and I was dying to get inside.

Downstairs that goddamn helicopter cannon was sitting where I left it. I still didn’t take it. No ammo for the thing, and no way I was going to hump that thing through the rain back to the farm, and even if I did, who the hell would buy it? It must weigh fifty pounds.

Managed to get these twin doors in the basement open. The lock was pathetic, and I am getting better at it. Bunch of barrels and junk inside. Was about to leave, when Meat lets out this yelp and I look and he’s goddamn surrounded by giant roaches. Got a cold chill up my fucking spine. Goddamn I hate those things. Managed to kill them all, but Meat was bitten a few times, and he’s in bad shape. I held him in my arms and nearly cried. I gotta carry him home, but when I was sitting there, I noticed a tape sitting on this bench. Wondered if maybe that computer upstairs could read it, so I carried Meat up there and made a bed for him while I tried to read this tape. It worked! Turned out to be a password, and I got that locked door open. There was a ton of ammo and good stuff inside. Even this huge bullet thing. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a tiny nuclear bomb, but that’s crazy. Who would build something like that? It was way too heavy anyway, so I left it. Loaded up the ruck and carried Meat back to the farm. Such a brave dog. He didn’t whimper or whine even once. Just kept looking at me with those big brown eyes and licking my face. I think he loves me as much as I love him.

Shut the fuck up, ok? Ain’t nothin wrong with that.

One of the new settlers used to be a vet, and she took a look at him. Said the bites were deep and might get infected, so I couldn’t take him out for awhile. I gave her a handful of caps and told her to do whatever it takes to make him well.

If he dies, I swear I’ll lose my damn mind.

Where’d I put that bottle?



Meat is still on the mend, and my feet are itchy, so I grabbed my guns and headed out. I want to see what’s on the other side of that lake…pond thing. It was still raining and really quiet. Perfect for my state of mind. Had another nightmare about Donna again. This time we were on our first date, at the movies, and as I leaned in for our first kiss she kind of…she kind of…rotted, I guess. Into a corpse right in front of me. I think I must have yelled out, cause everyone gave me these really weird looks when I went down for breakfast.

Fuck em. My nightmares are my own. My ghosts. Not theirs.


Took awhile to get around the pond. Damn thing is big and the hills are really steep. I didn’t want to get to close to the water. I hate the water. Always have. Not sure why, but ever since I was a boy I was afraid of it. I never learned to swim, so that’s probably a big part of it.

So about halfway around I see these buildings and shit across from me. The rain was still coming down pretty hard and I was slipping all over the fucking place, but I managed to claw my way up and as I’m lying there, trying to catch my breath, I hear this really weird voice. Like a robot or some shit, but it keeps saying the same thing. Something like, “Wow, groovy!” over and over again. I’m thinking, “What the fuck?” and then I see it. It was a Mr. Handy model, like my old one, Codsworth, and its just floating around, aimlessly, repeating that line over and over. Must be bugged out or something.

I started to stand up, and was going to go over to it, when I see not one, but two Ghouls. Shit. Damn things were fast and unpredictable. One of the buildings had a generator or something out the back, right up against the wall. I’m figuring, I climb up there, and get out that scoped rifle and have a party. Easily done and I’m lying on my belly and I can see not just two ghouls, but about six or seven of them. Whole goddamn place was lousy with them.

I’m really hestitant to start shooting, because I haven’t scouted the area, and who the fuck knows what else is out there. Gunshots would just draw them to me like flies on shit. The Mr. Handy isn’t paying any attention to them, and they are ignoring it as well.

Its a big place. Besides the building I’m lying on, there were six other buildings. Sort of set in a circle around this garden plot that’s gone to weeds and seed. I check the sun. I’ve got maybe two hours before dark. I figure I’ll head back, and maybe get an early start and come back in the morning, scout the surrounds, and if all is quiet, then I can clean out these rotting fuckers and see what kind of supplies this place has. I scootch around and duck-walk over to where I climbed up and there’s a goddamn ghoul right below me.

Goddamn fuckin shit!

My mind is racing. I don’t have any weapons on me that aren’t guns. Stupid, stupid man. I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do now?” I haven’t had a drink for a few hours and I’m staring to get the shakes. So I have a few. And then a few more. And the next thing I know the moon is up. Now I’m stuck here. I’m drunk and I’m worried that if I fall asleep I’m going to roll of the goddamn roof and break my damn neck.

But then I realize. Its dark. I can see from the moon, and if anything else is out there, they probably won’t come looking for me at night. Time to rock and roll. The ghoul who’s blocking my path gets his head blown off. I laughed. I probably should have taken the opportunity to leave right then and there, but the whiskey and the bloodlust have got my heart racing and I’m having too much fun to quit now.



What the…fuck? What…what is that? A ghoul, I think, but…

but its goddamn glowing green. What the hell?


Jesus. Ok. Ok. I think…I think he’s down. Oh shit! BLAM! BLAMBLAM! BLAM!

Ok. That did it. What the hell was that thing? Christ I need a drink.


Level Up Perk (10) – Charisma +1 (@5)




Jesus my head hurts and my mouth tastes like I Frenched an ashtray. Don’t know how I didn’t roll off the roof last night. Drunk as a pig and twice as stupid. But I don’t see anymore ghouls. I waited like an hour, and I didn’t hear or see shit. I managed to get down off the roof without breaking a leg or my neck.

This place is huge. I see someone has painted “Sunshine Co-Op” on the side of one of the long buildings. No fuckin clue what a “co-op” is, but whatever it was, its long deserted now. Maybe the ghouls were the sad bastards who lived here.

Found a lot of good stuff. Food, chems, ammo and yes! Some bottles of vodka! What’s that old joke? “Too much wodka makes you womit?” Heh. Yeah. Not much call for jokes these days. Even less for bad ones.

I found a computer terminal that I could actually operate. Turns out this place was some kind of hippie commune, and the Mr. Handy that is stuck in a programming loop they named “Dr. Goodfeels”. Hippies. Seriously. There was an interface for the robot and some alternate personality programs. I switched the “Woah, groovy” one to a maintenence program. Thank fuck it worked and the robot is silent now. Its actually clearing out the ghoul bodies! Fertilizer for the dead farm maybe?

I load up my ruck and head back. Its bulging and I can’t wait to see how Meat is doing. As I’m getting ready to leave, I notice that the bridge where I got chased away from by those raiders the other day is just below me. So that’s where it goes. To here. Well that’s damn handy. I head back that way instead of trying to navigate the pond cliffs in my less-than-sober state. No raiders, but I did see one of those mutant scorpions way down in the valley below me. Fuck that. I hurried on my way.

I’m climbing up the last bit of hill through the woods when I hear the turrets chugging and automatic gunfire. Then the klaxon that I insisted the Old Man build starts wailing.

The settlement is under attack! I race up the hill and burrow through some thorn brakes and I see five goddamn raiders assaulting the wall on the North and East. Motherfuckers. One of the turrets is already destroyed and the one of the raiders is trying to put his boot through the East door. The settlers are all up the wall, firing pipe pistols and any other damn thing they have but they are terrible shots and two of them get picked off. I gotta do something. Fast.

I have two grenades in my ruck. Found em at that co-op. Why hippies had explosives, I don’t know, and at this point, I don’t care. Two of the raiders are clumped together. I pull the pin and lob it. Man. I should have been a grenadier. Perfect shot. BOOM! And their friends finally notice me. I rabbit and start racing through the brush to the North, if I can just get to the corner where the wall turns, Rebecca and I will have a nice surprise waiting for them.

Miracle of miracles I make it. This raider dude comes around the corner and I blow his damn head off – both barrels. Goddamn it was disgusting. His head literally exploded. I got brain soup all over me. My stomach flipped over and then I hear Meat, inside the walls, and he’s losing his shit. That must mean the raiders are inside. Adreneline dumps into my system and I feel myself going cold all over.

Hang on buddy, I’m coming

The turrets must have taken out another one, because the East field is empty when I round the corner. Sure enough, the door is off its hinges and there is gunfire from inside. I run like I’ve never run before and as I shoulder my way through the entrance, I see Meat, and he’s got the last raider by the goddamn throat and shaking her like he would a rabbit. I let my breath out, and walk over calmly and put two in the bitch’s head.

Meat practically leaps into my arms. I’m crying and saying “Good dog, good fuckin dog” over and over, when the Old Man taps me on the shoulder. He says, “We lost Jake today. And two of the newcomers. They came up on us so damn fast, we didn’t have a chance to turn the turrets on until they were practically at the wall.”

I don’t say anything. I set Meat down and inspect the damage. Its not good. Two turrets down. Some crops destroyed. Front door is blasted to shit and eight corpses.

We carry out the raiders and dump them in the lower field. Maybe some mutant dogs will find them.

We bury the newcomers and Jake out the back. Next to Mary’s grave. The skies are grey and drizzling and the Old Man says a few lines from his Bible.

Jesus I need a drink.

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