Journal Entry #4 Appalachia, Day 65: 54F, windy. Whatever bountiful gods had bestowed upon me an endless supply of dog food whenever I strolled past Mama Dolce’s have forsaken me. Life in the wastes has become increasingly lonely and desperate. I have been living a meager existence off mole rat chunks, which have a textural
Journal Entry #3 EARLIER…Vault 76, 1 Day to Reclamation: Wow! Completed our final G.O.A.T.s today. Almost messed up on the final segment. That tool Chad from level 3 just drew a straight line down the multiple choices, announced, “DONE!”, told me to eat a dick and took a nap. Met up with Jake and Amata
Journal Entry #2 Appalachia, Day 46: 68F, hazy. Nightmarish and restless sleep. I dreamt of people I do not know sleeping in my bed and posing for pictures crouching over my sleeping form quickly…to mimic the act of the “tea bag”. I awoke parched and miserable. The last glucose covered flakes of the Sugar Bombs
Interlude #1: Chad’s Tale APALAPACHIAPET, Day 1: Totally hungover kid. …how do I record with this fistcuff dude? Is this thing working? Okay…sick. I AM OUTTA HERE! Overseer was droning on an on last night about rebuilding or some sheet. First thing I’m going to do? NUKES GUY! Everyone’s house just after they finish building
Journal Entry #1 Appalachia, Day 42:74F, sunny and clear. After finding toilet paper at the Super Duper Mart, I returned to my camp only to discover a stranger had made himself comfortable at my home. After a moment’s confusion, I realized it was Chad from the Vault. After a brief chin wag recalling “good times”
