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Today I committed crimes to further my personal game .... does that make me a bad person? I guess so, but then again the wasteland doesn't have the moral capacity for me to judge. In truth, we all are guilty for many acts that once were considered crimes, but now are daily activities. When social collapse falls, so does everything else.

To put it bluntly: I stole other people's possessions for the contractor. He seemed to be an alight employer, but his current task has sent me down a path of corruption. I don't know if his rewards are good enough to justify what I am doing, but the last was proof enough that it is worth helping him.

The only item on his list I didn't have to steal was a suit owned by Moria. She was so happy with me from the other day that she practically shoved it in my hands. That girl can be good to me sometimes. Now if only the other one would get the hint and leave....

I don't wish to explain how I stole the rest due to the case that the sheriff might catch me and use this holotape as evidence to kill me. Then again .... I guess no evidence is needed in this world.

Suffice to say, most of it was random parts or items belonging to the less able citizens. It wasn't too hard to simply walk into their house and take what I needed. Apparently nobody has heard of a lock in Megaton. Or at least to lock their home during the day.

Either way the last thing on my list is Jericho's hat....oh boy is this going to go well....

Small Vengence

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Holotape: 17

Time: 17:32

Date: September 3, 2279

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I awoke today with a sore head and fatigued mindset. I don't remember much about yesterday after I went into Moriarty's .... but my last holotape reminded me. Now I have been told that alcohol will bring out another side to you, and apparently it does that exact thing to me. I have never consumed much of the stuff ... so last night was like swimming in the ocean when I only have swam in a small pond before.

A world of mystery and a constant struggle this wasteland is continuing to turn out to be. The harsh realities kicking me in the face when the sheriff took me into his private home. Apparently the slavers were causing a ruckus and refusing to leave .... a perfect time for me to get some well sought after vengeance.

The town's people had a quiet meeting and now they will turn a blind eye if a slaver's head explodes, as shown today. My task was not one of science, but due to me growing personal grief I felt it had to be done. While a quick nod to the sheriff ... I set out to complete my gruesome task.


While the population wasn't going to interfere ... I still had to make a solid plan as to how I was going to take down 5 heavily armed slavers at once. After many calculations and analysis of the surrounding environment ... nothing came as a good solution to my problem. Most of the flaws came from the fact that the town's folk could not hide in-doors, as to not alert the slavers, and so I had to keep my violence to a safe distance and precision.

Suffice to say .... I did it. Without pity or remorse they are now gone. While I feel it would make me sick to think about the details .... the way I achieved such a lofty .... and .... violent goal. It melted down to just sheer brute force. A force I have never applied once in my life-time, but this just seemed appropriate.

I started at the top of the old vertibird-pad and worked my way down. I tried to take the first slaver down quietly...but...I guess a corpse falling from a giant tower was a dead give-away. Before the slavers could react, I was on them like .... well .... as quickly as I could.

Head shot here, broken legs there, and then it was all over. The others just nodded to each other and a couple carried the corpses away. I was .... a hero ... I guess ....

The moral dilemma netted me 100 caps and a .32 revolver with a silenced attachment. It was an amazing weapon to be honest, but the entire event didn't give me the solace I so longed for. I need to find out what happened at Paradise Falls .... but then I need to get to Rivet City .... but I still want to find out where the base is to reclaim my old life ....

The one good thing about today was I out-staged "Courtney". She isn't as bad as the last holo-tape gave away, but the look on Moria's eyes when I dumped a load of slaver gear on her desk for parts made it at least partially worth while. She was like a child at Christmas and I smiled for the first time in a while as I went back home. Taking some parts for myself, I improved my outfit to better suit me for these wastes.

What am I going to do? I have no real place in this world ... everything made sense while the Enclave .... but now ....

This is Devs, signing off, and who may be the most indecisive man in the world.

The Contractor

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Time: 20:20

Date: September 2, 2279

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Today was an extremely interesting day, but that can be said for almost any day in the wastes. A lot happened at once, but I'll try and stick with the most important events today.

The first is quite possibly just a negative effect of the radiation tests Moria had me do the other day. She meant well ... anyway the whole point is that I had a spectacular thing happened, while I was talking to a man named Jericho, that contradicts my whole basis of scientific knowledge.

To put it in "simple terms" ... I saw a ghost. Oh how that sounds so ridiculous when said out loud! I just can't put it any other way. I was having a conversation about wasteland survival with Jericho and out of the corner of my eye I saw him! He appeared to be flesh and blood, but nobody else could see him and his movements were inhuman! A foul smell protruded out of him as he swayed in the crisp air for Eden knows what reason!

All I know is nobody else saw him and now people suspect me for a drug addict. They should be looking at that Stahl boy for that....



Getting away from the supernatural though: Megaton has a new hero. Apparently a man by the named "Jay" ... or something like that ... disarmed the bomb in the center of town and has put us all at ease. Well ... I guess not those atom worshipers ....


Either way, I feel better now knowing we won't blow up at any second. Though I wasn't so worried, I mean I could have done it! Just a few practice explosives and some ingenuity! Well ... I was more of a biochemist, but .... anyway ......



What DID piss me off ... excuse my language .... what did make me angry was the "new girl on the block"! She thinks she can just walk in and become Moria's favorite little pet! Bah, I worked hard and some gutter scientist thinks she can come up and steal my grant money ... or ... whatever Moria gives us as rewards. Either way, I won't have my position compromised by this girl .... I think her name was "Courtney" or something .... It doesn't matter!


Moria and me used to be great partners! We would spend long nights together having the time of our lives trying to reproduce lab results! I would go off and do her dirty work just to come back to her giggling and appreciation. Now some tramp wants to come in and kick me out! I am not going back to work for that old kook and his water-pipes!



Ugh, and that is why I am where I am now. I needed a drink after today and Gob is always there to supply my need for a sufficient relaxant. But ....



This time was different. This time a man sat there and had a word with me. He gave no name or identification, but what he did give was an opportunity. He said he would pay me handsomely to remove the slaver presence in Megaton. I don't know if it was the rage or booze, but I accepted his offer.



I need to think of a plan, but right now it's good to know I will get the pleasure of tearing those slaver's lives asunder. I will never forget what happened at Paradise Falls and this is just the beginning ....



I need to sleep and plan .... but tomorrow will be a turning point in my life ... I promise that ....



First those slavers will be ended by my hand .... and then ... I will fix that girl. Screw science, the wasteland demands action!

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Holotape: 15

Time: 20:01

Date: September 1, 2279

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I guess I have begun to change my outlook on life as I continually become more acquainted with my surroundings and, more importantly, the town of Megaton. A normal routine has finally surfaced, but the term "routine" is used as more of a .... reference. A loose term used to describe a life of scavenging and repairing old equipment ... though I dare say ... it is ..... enjoyable?

I have noticed a change in my personality as well today and you can't blame me for liking the new me. I have become more assertive and extremely less passive in my social and physical conduct. Mostly in the way that I handle myself and my well being.

I had my epiphany today due to a "errand" that Moria had me do. I swear .... every task she sends me on is a suicide mission! But .... yet .... every time she starts giggling and looks at me with those ... innocent eyes .... I just can't think of what she says as dangerous. Demon woman.

I was tasked with searching the ruined grocery store near by and to bring back whatever I could find. It didn't seem to stimulate me inventive mind, but it sounded like just the right task for me to go resupply without paying that damn Moriarty. He is one of the mos .... well .... that's for another holotape I guess. Out of stupidity, I left my Rock-it Launcher Mark-2 at home and instead brought my conventional weapons.


The task started out simple with nothing around to harm me and enough of a sight to give me the most spectacular sight of my life! I have had many holophotos and regular photos of the Washington monuments .... but this .... this was something on a whole different spectrum. I took a picture and I guess it will be the corner-stone of my collection. A true oasis in such a wasteland ... I bet things are better down there ... some form of law and government at such an ... American ... place.

I quickly came back to mind and focus on the task at hand as I got closer to the large building that was my destination. My objective seemed to break down right after the bus exploded .....


Such a heavy release of atomic energy sent me to my feet as the bus became even more decrepit. Thinking of it now ... I guess it is a fitting replication of what happened to our world. After getting to me feet, I quickly grabbed my pipe-rifle and hid behind the closest barrier (which happened to be a dumpster). Waiting for my enemy to come into view was probably a smart idea, but my confidence caught up with me and dragged me around the corner.

What I saw .... what I first saw .... it was like .... I guess a bear? Either way I'm lucky to be such a timid sort at times as I rounded the corner, to only fall back while screaming at what was looking me straight in the eye. I yelled more as I pointed my gun, but luckily the trader waved me out of my decision yelling back that his .... of what was it? Yoai-guy ...... something like that. Anyway, his giant bear was peaceful as long as i didn't try to harm either one of them.


It was a morally conflicting situation because I wanted to trade with him, but at the same time I didn't want to get near that bear. I politely gave a nod and walked around him as he scavenged some raider corpses that I guess were from the earlier skirmish.


The store was called the "Super-Duper Mart" and I felt the name to be fitting. Such a childish name was a perfect trap for a gang of raiders and soon that it only proved my point. The place was crawling with the bastards as they walked around every corner, doing god-knows what. I decided not to cause a scene and crept around some cash-registers to the closest room.




To explain what happened after is like describing how a kid hits a hornets nest with a baseball bat. Sure, it started ok as I found a fridge containing many assorted packages of food and invited me to take everything in a greed fueled by hunger. I guess I should face Jenny again after what happened ... my silent protest of Moriarty and his goons are really taking their toll on my food supply.

Anyway back to what happened. For the first time in my life .... I was truly greedy. I concluded the raiders were protecting more then food and i wanted it. My plan was to sneak around the back and while they weren't looking, simply take it. Well that plan failed miserably as I opened the door to the room i was in and a raider I hadn't seen looked over at me. He screamed, I fired, and the whole building went crazy.


I couldn't accurately describe what happened next. My mind was working in fight-or-flight mode and I was struggling to keep alive. My stitches the doc put in my are still in pain. Anyway, I grabbed the weapon the raider's corpse was grasping and I pulled it around to face my first foe. She was a dirty looking one with a wielder-mask on .... probably to hid her shame. Either way I pulled the trigger of the weapon as she run up to me and I shot back with recoil and so did her head.

I can honestly say I love this weapon. Ammo is hard to find, but it really packs a punch. Nothing like shooting cans from my Rock-it ... but lets not mention that to my future customers when I open my own store. Either way it was a true life saver....until I ran out of bullets.

At that point I had to equip my pipe-rifle and my realization I had never accurately aimed in combat shined like a beacon as I constantly missed. That's how I got shot the first time ... in the leg ... bastard ....

I guess my will to live out did those raiders, as soon the room fell silent. In a way I was lucky, but in the other i had felt like a true wasteland warrior. I had defeated many foes today, by myself, and earned that stash of weapons. I had to find a crate to haul it all, but now my home stash is filled with ammo and weapons.

While in the secure room ... I came upon a surprise. It was a rob-co maintenance robot. We had many back at base to do manual work, but this one seemed to not have been in service for quite a while.

After a few rerouted the log-in commands and created a backdoor, the computer was mine to play with. I started up the robot with a employee Id I had found next to the computer. And wouldn't you know it, the damn thing started up! Another miracle of science!




As luck would have it, more raiders came in. The seemed to have been a hunting party and were quite peeved to find their comrades dead. I was almost on my knees praying as the robot started shooting them. Luck, science, or a miracle ... I took it. I snuck out during the commotion with a few gabs and a crate filled with supplies.

Long story short ... Moria was thrilled. She was so grateful she gave me more food and hugged me. I had never wanted to hurt someone more in my life. He cheerful attitude never breaks and as she questioned all about it, she took it lightly. Of course this is to be expected. She mentioned something about a minefield, but I just gave a weak smile and told her I was going home.

Suffice to say, I got home and stored all my goods away. My night didn't end as I started, and finished, two projects of my own. The first was to secure a better locking mechanism on my door to keep out thieves. That was an easy fix with some scrap metal and some wiring to make a computerized system. The second ... well ... it was simple to improve on my gear with spare parts I had found. I finally feel like a wastelander...

Signing off, this is Devs, the most outfitted man in the world.

Rock-it Testing

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Time: 19:45

Date: August 31, 2279

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Today I have overcome my fears and properly tested my Rock-it Launcher Mark-2. I try to stay modest, but today's success has taken me back to my years on the base and made me realize why I became a scientist in the first place...my brilliance! Hehe, ok that was a bit far, but in all honesty I am surprised how well this thing worked.

I spent most of the morning trying to figure out the kinks and came to the conclusion that the 153 a/h 2131b cylinder was the root cause of such a failure the other day. I had to make a new one using some spare parts from a steel-cutter called an "autoaxe". I also improved on the battery and electrical output to give me even more power to the main component. Though there was a fair share of....problems that surfaced with the new electrical system.



After working through all the bugs in my system, and giving it a thorough testing at the gun range, I decided I needed a real-life scenario to properly test my weapon before selling it to other wastelanders. I heard wind of recent raider attacks and how they were holding out somewhere around town, so i decided it was best to help my town while testing the Rock-it. I.....I was a bit nervous going out on my own to hunt raiders....it's odd how that idea doesn't seem crazy anymore....I am a true wastelander now.

The journey wasn't long, but frequent stops to loot the local houses gave it a longer feel. Most the good stuff was already taken, but a few odds and ends kept me from taking it in as a total loss. Before I knew it, i had found the raider hideout. It wasn't hard to deduce the where-abouts of a bunch of vicious killers in a town the size it is....but at the same time I was extremely cautions in case something worse was inside.

A sad sight to see a place of such...inoccents...be torn asunder by such evil. Bands of people not fit to be called human nor animal, but psychopaths and killers all bent on pillaging and raping for their pleasure. I almost felt my mission to be....holy...and not one of science. I was...dare I say it? Hellbent on their destruction through the force of my own invention. This sight welcomed me and my purpose of removal.

I snuck carefully into the farthest room to the right to find a room filled with kitchen utensils and food. I pocketed what I could and continued on down the hallway. I quickly heard the noise of approaching footsteps and bent low to wait for the unsuspecting raider to round the corner. Slowly he appeared, unaware of my position, and I decided it was "hero" time.

I held up my gun to aim and pulled the trigger right as he stopped to look around and what happened......

My camera went off a couple of times and i saved these two to show the power of the Rock-it Launcher Mark-2! The explosion was gruesome and made me wonder how different I was too them....how I just came into their home and started killing them....I guess it is all for the greater good.


The sound of others coming down to investigate the noise sent me into a panic. I decided my testing was done for now and quickly bolted out of the school...not before collecting another glowing soda on my way out....I wonder what these are for anyway?

Much preparation is to be made before I go back in to rid Megaton of its raider problem, but for now I am happy to see my invention work so spectacularly. It will be hard to gather enough parts to start to make more, but when I do I promise all wastelanders will have their hands on a Rock-it to better protect themselves and their way of life.

For now I am back to helping Moria with more of her "tests". I'm starting to think she likes me....most of these tests involve me doing something harmful to my body and her examining it....I feel weird about it. I guess it is for science and I guess I do owe her one....still....

Maybe I will go check out that grocery store she keeps going on about just to get away for a while....can't be that bad right? For now, this is Devs, the most successful man in the world.

Scientific Endeavors

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Time: 21:14

Date: August 30, 2279

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I am starting to wonder why I continue these holo-logs. They were meant to be a last recording if anything was to ever happen to me....but now...now they are just habit. True, I haven't recorded in a few days, but I finally have gotten back to what I love to do. Megaton is no Rivet City, or so I hear, but a scientific mind still flourishes. The safety and supplies that come through won't let me create or research the things I did back at base, but instead make better tools for survival and comfort.

Lately i have been helping repair structures and utilities too make a....living. it's funny to say that now, after what I have been through, but it is so convenient to have a safe place to stay. A bed, decent meals, and a place i can contribute my abilities to. I am apart of a community...but...I still have hopes of returning to the base.....

*sighing* That damn Walter knows nothing about maintenance. He thinks a few strands of tape and bolts will hold together a hydro filtration system! These seem to be a thrown together machines from various pre-war components. It gives me a head-ache just thinking about it....

How an old man with a few loose screws himself became head maintenance personal is frighting to me. How did Megaton stay together without someone like me? Ugh....

Water isn't my only concern as of recently. I have been spending a increasing amount of time with Moria in her shop. She is....fascinating to say the least. The kind of cheerful attitude you want to stick a knife in when results ain't replicated coherently. I do admit, I have learned more about "wasteland tech" from her then anybody. At the base we had supplies and perfectly maintained machines....here....in the Capitol Wasteland that is....it's just so much different then I had imagined.

As odd as it sounds: It is surprisingly nice to have sleepless nights filled with scientific endeavors. We never did sleep much back on base due to the ever rising demand for new technology and information. I recently had an "all-nighter" with Moria working on a cure for radiation. She tried to get me to drink the water around the old atom-bomb for tests on a highly irradiated subject, but I told her I wouldn't do something so dangerous for science. We had specimens back at the base for that, who would use a healthy human? We instead conducted smaller scale testing. I am surprised what a couple of magnets and brahmin milk can do!


As a "reward" of sorts for all my work with her, she gave me the schematics of a project she called a Rock-it Launcher. I copied the blueprints to my pda and handed her back the material copy. Surprisingly, the thing is really just a reversed vacuum that shoots miscellaneous objects out of a fire hose. It sounded like a project of many uses, but Moria's obsession with a book about survival kept her from making one herself.

Imagine the possibilities! Wastelanders no longer need to scavenge for precious caliber ammunition, but could use random assortments of common day items to defend themselves! chances of survival could be drastically increased and the stories with the phrase "then we ran out of ammo" would be a thing of myth! Needless to say, I started right away.

It didn't take me long with my ingenious mind, but a few problems occurred in the build process. The first was supplying a vacuum with enough voltage to power it up enough to push objects at high velocities out of a cylinder output. A fixed that with a back-pack like set up combining the vacuum and a regular car-battery. That is only temporary for now, as a car's battery runs off an atomic power source and the only place to find those now are in old cars. Plus, if shot right I guess it could erupt....hypothetically....

The second was fitting the fire-hose onto the vacuum without a gap anywhere. I guess it isn't called a vacuum for nothing. Tape wasn't strong enough and metal wasn't flexible enough. I went to the town down the road, but nothing could be found of any sort of flexible rubbers. I came back, defeated, to Moria who happened to have just a solution. I took an old raider outfit she had "laying around for a rainy day" and cut the diminished tire off of it to use that rubber to fill the gaps and wonder glue to hold it. Moria can be so convenient sometimes. I guess the tire wasn't need on the outfit anyway.....won't stop a bullet if that was what the previous owner was thinking...

The finished product was heavier and bulkier then I had imagined. I lugged the massive weapon to the gun range and took this photo in triumph. As a quick side-project, I am surprised at the quality of it. The obvious...kinks...can be worked out later on, but for now wastelanders can rejoice in the product of a defensive tool with a infinite cache of ammo...you can just trip over! Hahah, I should package it with that phrase!

*background interference* I have taken my recording out to record my triumphant first run of my Rock-it Launcher. The audio function will record this historic moment, while the camera will snap a photo at the exact second I fire. I have chosen a rusty pair of scissors as my first demonstrative ammo type. Now...I just have to...*unintelligible words*

There! Loaded! Prepare for history!

*a increasing whirling noise followed by rhythmic clicking*

Ok, what the hell?!

Death of Andy Stahl

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Time: 19:45

Date: August 27, 2279

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A lot happened today and I am still trying to recover from what I found out was Jet. I guess I should apologize for my last entry....I was under the influence of what I found out was a mixture composed mostly of brahmin manure. I can say I will never partake in such a vile substance again....even though those first few minutes were sooo fantastic that....no. I will not do it again.

I exited my house to find the Confessor outside with a few citizens gathered around the bomb. I don't know if I was trying to repent, but I decided to stay around and listen to his message.

He spoke about how each atomic mass holds tiny universe inside of it and that when an atomic explosion accrues, many universes are created. They worship the bomb for its "life bearing" properties and hail the Great War as a second coming of sorts. I tried very hard to explain to the Confessor the logistics and science behind his claims and why the result is not of what he preaches, but he wouldn't listen. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

I continued my day with a hardy bowl of noodles and some med-x to relive some of my pains. I think I may have rolled off my bed at night or ran into something when I was....under the influence.

That's when I heard a scream (more of a screech) behind me. I turned around to find a large group surrounding something on the groud. As I got closer, I realized it was Andy. He is the brother of Jenny and Leo, all owners and proprietors of the Brass Lantern. Jenny swears up and down it wasn't suicide.....I'm not so sure. The doc is currently working on a rough autopsy so until then we won't know for sure. I helped move the body to the doc's office as Leo consulted Jenny....must be hard...

On another dark note, slavers have stopped by Megaton. I questioned the Sheriff about it, but he said they are welcome to stay as long as they don't cause trouble and have the caps. I wanted to blast them all away right there....but...I am a more civilized man and I shall stow my weapon until the time is right.

"Never seen Slavers in Megaton before."

Later that day, I visited the outskirts. It's a small camp right outside Megaton housing refugees and the poor. I felt bad that these folk work hard and try to scrap by, while I just walked in and did a quick favor for a safe haven.

I talked with a few of the locals and learned more about the surrounding area of Megaton. Apparently there is a vault right up the road. Imagine the scientific endeavours! I remember when the Enclave tried to make contact with a vault, only to be sent away. We were sent away from the very vaults we helped fund! Ugh....thinking about my former friends and co-workers seems like it was another life. And in a way....it was.....

Something for you, Proud Reader

I was recently downloading some mods to improve megaton and I think I have got it to how I want it. Either way I present you with some pictures to enjoy. I used the last one as my desktop background because it is such a grand sight of post apocolyptia.

A nice way to advertise here. Taken on Megaton Helipad.

Larger view of heliport and roof.

A simple picture showing a true apocolyptic city in its rusty glory.

http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=7178 <---Megaton Weapon Shop

http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=7922 <---Megaton Heli-Port

http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=7916 <---Megaton Roof

New Home for a New Life

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Time: 20: 02

Date: August 26, 2279

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Moira Brown....Moria......Brooown.....what is there to say? She's extremely....cheerful. She also explained to me how humans don't need livers to survive....I don't understand her logic. I guess since she is a scientist of sorts I have to.....whats the word....uhhh....respect! That's what I need to do.....She also sold me some new clothes....I'm finally warm...really warm....

Anyway.....what....um....ah! I got a new house after being a "thug" for some....crazy accent wielding saloon owner.....that's fun to say....


This guy named "Moriarty" explained to me a girl named "Silver"....funny name....she....uh...she owned him some caps and he needed me to go retrieve them. Her home wasn't hard to....find...it was the only one intact in the....um....outside town.

Yeh! So I busted in her house and....demanded...yeh! Demanded she hand over the caps she owed. I had to....talk...explain...to her that if she paid Moriarty would leave he alone....she agreed and handed me the caps...her house smelled like mine....

Anyway I....returned...re...tuuuu....I gave Moriarty back his caps and he handed me a torn sheet of paper...it was...the "deed" to this house.

It wasn't much....but it was mine....all mine....Apparently the previous owner had left in a rush and all his....stuff...was still in here! Including...some really odd...pipes...smoke....

It's weird...I just had a little and at first....at first I was like "WOW"...and now I'm...now I'm just kinda...well less elaborate about my situation....I need to lay down....this is Devs...signing on...off...melowest man in the world......

Sugar Bombs and Megatons

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Holotape: 10

Time: 4:28

Date: August 26, 2279

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I took this picture outside Cornucopia and uploaded it to this holotape for the reason of preservation. This bi-wheel, atomic motor, vehicle is in prime condition and if I had more knowledge I could get it going. It is a sad sight to see such perfect examples of pre-war tech just sit and rust. I guess if I had more (or any) troops available I could send out patrols to gather pre-war tech to study and preserve it. Imagine the scientific breakthroughs we could make! The wasteland needs....something....mabye a group like the enclave with the purpose of preserving technology like this bi-wheel. One can dream I guess.

After day dreaming, the sight of a open subway entrance caught my eye. I know I said before that I wouldn't want to go underground, but it just seemed so appealing at the time. I slowly opened the gate to the forgotten railway and slinked inside.

It seemed a while before my eyes became accustom to the low-lighting and even longer for my brain to realize the oddity of lights still working. At the time, my instincts kicked in as my arm reached for my gun and soon I realized my instinct was correct.


The body was cold, but still fresh with little decomposition. The splatter patterns and wound made me come to the realization that this person died from a direct bullet to the cranium. A quick search led me to the conclusion that this wastelander was poor and little use to me. Strange....saying that now makes me realize how barbaric that sounds....

I followed the bullet origin to a small door that protruded noise from the other side. I took out my pistol and held it facing the door as I gently nudged it open. I guess it's good I'm such a nervous shot....or those...gentlemen would be dead right now.



To be honest.....I....um......sorta shouted "Zombie!" as I backed up....panicked a bit.....anyway....

"Don't shoot!" cried the short one with glasses. It made me jump and drop my gun as I have never heard of zombies talking.

"Wh...ah....What are you?" I slightly yelled. Now it seems rude after the knowledge of how smart they are. Though their science goes against my morals, they are still in the same category as me in this world.

"You ain't never seen a ghoul before kid? Wait...You aren't here to steal my secret, are you?!" he more then yelled back.

After a short conversation, we came to the term that he was making "super-jet" and he would pay for sugar-bombs to complete his formula. I happened to have some packages of sugar-bombs with me and a quick swap netted me 60 bottle-caps, which I dropped in a satchel I had full of them. Apparently the wasteland's favorite drug is called "jet", but these "ghouls" are not very effected by their....err....effects. Super jet is an enhanced version that ghouls can take for the same effect.

"Sugar-bombs"

What was important was the fact he gave me directions to Megaton. Roe told me it was the second-biggest town in the wasteland and sounded like the sort of place I am trying so hard to find. A safe-haven that I can get a real life as I either find Raven Rock or Rivet City.

I was on a long hike to the marker placed on my PDA....when I was ambushed by raiders wielding baseball-bats. I have come accustom to violence and it showed when I took my gun out and shot the closest raider in the eye. A person was quickly replaced by a corpses he rolled down the adjacent hill.

To my amusement the other one screamed and ran away. For the first time....someone is afraid of me. It may just be a small raider, but I still feel better about myself and my abilities. Now if only I can instill the same fear in slavers. One day every slaver will fear me.... "Origin of Raider Party"

The excitement was followed by the most amazing sight of my small time in the wasteland. It is of a small town ruined by atomic war....but in the distance...that's the first-time I caught eyes of this city. It was like seeing end results after years of hard research. A grand sight that filled me with joy. I quickly took a picture and rushed towards this holy grail. Any other time I would spend trying to loot this desolate village, but at that point I had only one thing in my sight.

A standard Rob-Co robo greeted me and a sniper carefully watched my every mood. I don't know what to expect with these mixed signs, but it was amazing to see a robot way out here in such a grand condition. I wanted to examine it and take it apart....but I figure the sniper would not take kindly to that.

A dead raider gave me the warning not to try anything, but not like I would anyway. After the gates harshly opened up...I had another set of gates to get through. I pushed them open and it took more then normal effort to get them open. I almost tripped over myself as I stumbled into the city. What a grand display of my power and knowledge of the wasteland.


A....sheirf...of sorts greeted me to Megaton and warned me not to try anything. I told him I wouldn't and he seemed happy enough to hear someone so civilized. I wouldn't call myself anymore after the things I have seen and done. I guess he is the local sheriff and mayor of town...imagine the responsibilities this man has.

To make a long story short...I am currently in awe of such a marvelous trophy to the persistence of man-kind. All built in a crater around a bomb! I guess that explains the name and the numbers on my Geiger-Counter.

A friendly woman named Lucy gave me some complimentary noodles and chatted with me for a while. There is so much to learn about this town...not only do I have to find a place to call my own and a job to help me better supply myself. I sense a lot of work ahead, but for now I am just enjoying my noodles. Signing off for now, this is Devs, the most inspired man in the world.