December 27th, 2277 – Audio Log
Madison: What the goddamn fucking hell's wrong with this place?
Heather: It sounded like a legit advertisement! I didn't know this
was here!
(Inaudible voice)
Madison: Fucking RedEye!
Heather: Madison! Focus! I need your help blasting this door open.
Madison: Stand back.
(Rapid gunfire)
Heather: Door still won't budge! Damnit, she's all alone in there.
Madison: Blast it o-wait, how is this thing recording?
December
29th, 2277 – Written Entry
We're on the monorail back from Nuka World after a couple days spent.
Despite the hardships of raiders trying to kill us for their
entertainment...Alayna's decided to not kill them all and instead
focus on what spectacles she could take from Nuka Town. She said,
after a few days of each thinking it all out, we're going to discuss
what the future of Nuka World will be. It feels weird. Nuka World is
such a small place by the grand scale of things but we're supposed to
work out its fate? Just the three of us? That's still so many lives
to take into consideration. Heather said her mind was already made up
and the only reason she didn't just start shooting the raiders was
because she didn't think she had enough charge to her weapon. I know
where I stand.
I've seen it. Been there to witness what can happen with slave labor.
People suggest that raiders only take and live off the backs of
others, and that's true, but with slave labor things can get moving
so much faster. It's horrible but we have to get out of this state at
some point. Hearing it from the Brotherhood, it's no better around
Washington. Seeing the Pitt for myself, seeing the Mojave...at some
point someone just has to say it. The only way forward is on the
backs of a generation. The only reason the Legion was set to fail
regardless with what happened after I left was because their leader
was a backwards idiot with a superiority complex. It could have
worked if the leader was open to expanding upon things. They lost
that first battle because they rushed guns with knives along an open
plain. What did they think would happen?
I'm not saying what the raiders are doing is completely right, I'm
just saying-and going to suggest-that they're on a acceptable path to
changing the future. It just needs someone better at the lead.
January
2nd, 2278 – Written Entry
New
year, new possibilities. We still haven't had that full group talk
yet about Nuka World. In fact, all we've done so far is move house
again from the penthouse Heather was always leery about. Who thought
it'd be nice living in a place with super mutants right outside your
front door? View was nice though but a little too...Alayna called it
noir. Yeah, little too that I guess. Instead we're living in a vault
now because two hundred and some years for her just wasn't enough
exposure. She's working hard building it, honestly I don't know where
she gets the energy. Entire sections just seem to appear in a day. As
for Heather and myself...
Things
have been silent between the two of us. Like uncomfortably silent
until one of us coughs and the other assumes they said something only
to be told “no” and then things get really, really awkward. It's
that damn Nuka World doing this. I'm left to presume Alayna took
notice of this because as soon as she finished our room she called us
up. Heather and I noticed the small, waist high barricades between
the beds (two beds. Alayna is definitely saying something about our
relationship) and when Heather asked Alayna threw a pillow in her
face. Thus started the great Pillow War.
Writing
about this now it's sounds like a selfish event. We're having fun
flinging pillows at one another all the while Brotherhood fights
super mutant, scavengers are being chased by ghouls, raiders are
threatening farmers. While all this happens, we're down below
giggling about pillows hitting our shoulders and backs. But, even if
it's just once in your life, you need moments like these. You need to
kick those puddles, chase those birds, dance around your farm hoe
when that one song hits the radio. You need to crack jokes, clink
Nuka Cola bottles, stare longingly at the Nuka Girl's breasts. Just
something to maybe convince yourself that the world isn't as bad as
it seems. If you can do any of that at the end of the day...life's
still certainly worth living.
Tomorrow
I'll talk with Heather about killing those raiders and freeing those
slaves. It's time some Nuka World puddles got kicked.
January
7th, 2278 – Written Entry
Pardon
if I spend most of this entry venting. First thing's first; Cait's
brains would've been all over that fucking wall if Heather hadn't
stopped me. If it were Alayna there still might've been a chance of
that happening. I'm writing this from the bell tower in the church at
Jamaica Plains. So if you find it at the base of this place it's
because some Gunner sniped me and the damn thing fell.
So
starting...fuck Cait. Fuck her idea of ever coming here. That junkie
bitch should've been left to rot in her cell at Quackton. If it
weren't for her curiosity on the way to the vault to check that mail
box she never would've found that flyer and suggest checking out the
treasure. As soon as we got here we found we weren't the only ones
here. Ghouls were all over the place. Heather, Alanya, Cait, and I
were racing around just to make it so they couldn't attack from
behind as well as the front. Just as we finished we saw a flare and
before we knew it fucking Gunners were rushing at us! Suppose they
arrived during the attack and figured we could wipe out those bitches
for them then they could come and kill us. I don't know how many
came. Alayna kept herself up in this bell tower as long as she could,
until they started shooting missiles at her. Heather got it bad in
the leg and when we were finally through with them that's when I
pinned Cait against the wall pressing her own shotgun beneath her
chin. Heather stopped me and I stormed away. As I did I heard Alayna
mention going back but Heather didn't want any of that. She figured
we came this far we might as well finish but Alayna put her foot down
on it so...we'll be heading back tomorrow. I'm not upset. In fact,
I'm looking forward to it.
This
treasure most likely isn't even worth it.
February
2nd, 2278 – Written Entry
Cait,
Heather, and I woke up this morning to loud squeaks like a pained
cat! We turned to find Alayna holding a baby molerat she had found
so, naturally, Heather reached for her rifle and Cait asked what the
fuck she was doing. She wasn't paying any attention to any of us and
as the mole rat pup squirmed in her hands she started talking to it.
The pup didn't exactly calm down but soon she put it down and it ran
to the nearest hole. Alayna then sighed and looked back at us
proclaiming another five weeks to the nuclear winter.
Sometimes
I wish I knew her better...other times I'm just too afraid to ask.
February
3rd, 2278 – Written Entry
“Coastal
Cottage will be our
home.” Alayna told us from the rocks overlooking this questionable
cave. I'm honestly glad she's around, giving these places names. If
it were up to me this place would be called “Wrecked Beach house
#76”. It was a brief debate on whether or not we work with what was
there or just dismantle the house for material. The latter side won
out as Alayna wanted to build this place up her way. Heather asked
why we needed a place what with the Maple Leaf Rag, our room up in
the vault, or even Sanctuary Hills. Alayna said she wanted a quiet
place then looked to Cait. Guess she meant a quiet place for all of
us. The place is quiet. Peaceful even.
Haven't
talked much about Cait since Jamaica Plains. She let it all out. Her
past, her abuse. However, even then I think she was wrong for turning
toward drugs. In her weakest moment though she wanted to be clean so
Alayna helped her. She's still traveling with us and I haven't said
much to her. Part of me is expecting some sort of apology while
another part, the growing part, is the nerve for me to apologize.
Alayna brought her along, promised to help keep an eye on her and I
guess she just wanted to repay her.
I'll
apologize tonight.
February
4th, 2278 – Written Entry
For
the past few weeks Alayna's been asking about my travels and I've
been telling her the stories I remember completely enough to tell.
It's hard to really remember the locations or even dates but I do
recall events. She suggested I start writing them down so she can
read them whenever she wishes. I said she could just ask me but she
stated how she didn't want to be a problem. Supermutants, blood bugs,
and radscorpions are a problem. She just laughed when I told her
that.
The
one common theme one runs into when wandering a wasteland is how laws
hold no meaning. How there are locations like NCR, Megaton, the Strip
where rules are set in place and you have those that enforce them.
But most areas haven't caught up to that style of living just yet.
At
one point I arrived at a small town that had been under the thumb of
some local raider boss. He didn't want money or drugs or anything of
the sort. He just wanted additions to his harem. Men,
women...children. Didn't matter. Someone was expected the day after
they came into town. So me, a traveler, with no ties to anyone there?
Made the perfect sacrifice. One wrong cocktail later and I woke being
dragged in some wooden cage. No real room to move, not even enough to
sit up. Could only just stare up at the sky and try to at least enjoy
the ride.
Eventually
got to the guys stronghold, an old farm with a few intact buildings.
Probably should have wanted money, if this was his kingdom. I was
brought to him and he praddled on for a near ten minutes about how he
was my “Master” and I was his newest acquisition. I remember
nodding, giving an “uh-huh” and then grabbing the 9mm from a
guards belt and blasting him in the head. Was still in my “just
wanna die” phase of life. He fell over dead and his guards just
stared in silence. Dropped the gun and walked out. Yeah, he really
should've been asking for money. Money makes guards loyal, not the
thought of working for some selfish yet horny raider.
Could've
killed them all, they took all kinds. But the wastes are a lawless
place. I killed a man not because he threatened me with his placement
strategies, I killed him because I wanted to die. So could've killed
them. Could've killed the town as well. But everyone was just doing
what they had to do to survive.
Got
back to the town and everyone was surprised. Sat down at the bar and
ordered another drink asking “what sort of problem of theirs this
one was gonna have me fix”. Took them a bit and, in the end, drink
was on the house.
If
I could go back and change anything to this story, it'd be to at
least let those that were taken go free. But the town was right; I
had no ties and the wasteland is a lawless place. I can act and then
I can die. What's changed? Maybe it's that there are those who don't
think that. Alayna is stubborn but I admire her dream. I'll make it
come to fruition.
Moral
of the story, since Alayna says there should always be one: Don't be
a boss when you're really a bitch.
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