It’s a bright new wasteland! Full of possibilities and radiation! Time to start scavenging to build a watchtower!
Note to self: Don’t walk into the puddles, they give you two heads.
Anyways, if there’s other people might as well ask if they have anything useful or know where I can salvage.
After a few seconds talking to this man I like him already.
Awwwwww. No free weapons? Guess I’ll trade what I found in mailboxes for something.
Daaaaaaamn, that’s one ugly cow.
Well these people seem to be going somewhere, might as well go with them. To adventure! To salvaging!
Is that a mound of epic salvage? DREAMS DO COME TRUE!
Carnivorous cow was hungry.
Robots… I wonder if this one has a flamethrower and chainsaw. Robots are so cool. Man, I wish I was a robot.
The robot opens up the mound of salvage. It’s actually a town.
DREAMS ARE SUCH FRAGILE THINGS.
This guy must be the town greeter as well.
So exactly why is it called Megaton?
The town’s built around a NUKE!?!
Badassery +20 on this town.
I ask if it’s live. Apparently it is and the locals don’t much fancy living next to a death sentence so he asks if I can disarm it.
Hell no, I’m not taking away the most badass part of this town. Definitely not for 100 caps.
Anyways! Into Megaton!
Featuring the Megaton! That’s really about it in the ways of sights.
Though this shop has a vault suit?
Word travels fast or someone saw me sleeping in a junkpile outside of town.
Um… sure? Tell me about the suit first.
People like their ego stroked right? Maybe she’ll give something for free if I make it look like I’m stupid.
“It’s so big here, I can’t even see the ceiling.”
Mmmmhmmm, keep talking about a book. Like people out here can even read.
She’s looking at me when she says assistant. Does she want me to find one? There’s plenty of expendable people out there… maybe one who fell in a puddle.
Old food and medicine? I might swing by there. Wouldn’t hurt I guess. Now I know of someone who’d eat that gross food from the refrigerator I found earlier.
It’s a grocery store. What’s the worst that could happen?
Snazzy no?
Back to the caravan, the people with the guns. I like these people. They don’t ask me to do anything, just if I need weapons.
Adventure time!
Shotgun versus hairless mutant rodent. I place my bet on Mr. Shotgun.
Whoa. That’s got some kick to it. He shot that thing’s head in so hard that it went down its own throat.
+5 respect.
Pretty if irradiated.
BACK TO THE POUND WITH YOU!
This sign is mocking me.
Hey a city!
Judging by his shirt there’s no lawsuits for malpractice.
INCOMING!
HEADSHOT! Shotgun toting man racks up another kill.
BAM! KICK IT UP A NOTCH!
Flamethrower!
DID IT JUST GET HOT IN HERE?
These things are everywhere.
Armed and armored. They must not like the station those robots played because they picked it off from 200 yards with a Laser Gatling Gun.
LASER GATLING GUN.
Goodbye. You’ll be in my dreams Laser Gatling Gun.
Spidey senses tingling! Or maybe it’s my Geiger counter.
Someone’s in the window!
It was not a nice person and they shot at us.
Looks like my bat has serious competition now as favourite weapon.
Victory is a box of grenades.
Turned against those I liberated them from, grenades make a messy job much easier.
After losing the guard and the caravan in the fighting the two of us beat a hasty retreat. Missiles are just so unfair against flamethrowers and no amount of badassery with a shot gun can close the distance gap.
Goodbye city of doom. I’ll miss you.
Adventuring at night! This guy needs no sleep and I’m hyped up on jet, let’s get a move on.
That sign needs definite racial sensitivity courses.
Boxes of mines and more grenades? Don’t mind if I do.
More mutated cows. This is a worrisome sign. I’d better be careful of puddles around here.
I was right. This puddle is making my Geiger counter go crazy.
Barbecue for breakfast.
These campers were prepared. They brought ammo and mines. No one was going to question their “extra-curricular activities.”
Too bad about that nuke. At least they didn’t die virgins.
What’s that all the way over there?
That robot sphere has a laser. Now I’m glad I didn’t mess with that one back near my fort.
I can see D.C. from here.
Well Harith here’s where we part ways. I took you to the next town and I’m gonna stay even if you don’t.
I’m going to miss that shotgun son of a bitch.
I am Arthur. King of the Britons. My quest is for the Holy Grail. The airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow is up for debate questioning the species.
Now let me cross. I answered your questions three.
Pleasant place. Envy of the world for its number one ranking in education and child friendliness.
Maybe I can catch up with Harith again if I set out now…
Nah, I’ll spend the night here.
With a nice fortification on the bridge to keep super mutants away until I wake up and get my flamethrower all up in their face.