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- I roam the wasteland
- Constantly wondering
- Heading from place to place
- In a world made inhospitable by man’s own avarice
- War
- War never changes
- But that is not the only thing that never changes
- Whether friend or foe
- Whether House or NCR or Legion
- Everyone’s vying for a piece of the action
- It’s just such a pity that I fall in the middle of it all
- One false move
- And death is almost guaranteed to come
- Whether that death be by cazadores
- Or by deathclaws
- Or by ghouls
- Or even by my own missteps
- It’s quite easy to return to mortality
- I was after all shot in the head
- Left for dead
- With no expectation that I would emerge
- And yet, just that exactly happened
- And so I go
- And so I push on
- The factions are tricky
- The factions are treacherous
- I can be adored by one
- But loathed by another
- And once that point
- has been reached
- There’s not much else
- that can be done
- Everyone throughout the Mojave wants me
- It’s just a pity that I’m the only guy around
- So off I go from place to place
- Questing ceaselessly until such time as I must rest
- Sometimes I pass
- Sometimes I fail
- But as I shoot
- And as I wander
- And as I glance at the darkened sky
- Its countless stars shining at me
- I realise that yet another day has passed
- And that I will soon have to do it all again
- It’s not an easy task
- All the people I fight
- All of them have their own lives and stories to tell
- In a way, I am like the avatar of a god
- Smiting those who oppose me and rewarding those loyal to me
- There is a massive sense of power in that
- But that power can just as quickly be removed
- In the unforgiving heat of the Mojave
- One must be strong
- One must be tough
- To deal with a world where society is so very different
- In that world
- There’s not very many
- creature comforts to be had
- And even if there were
- I’d be much too busy questing
- to fully enjoy them
- Instead off I must go
- Off I must continue onward
- Helping those who have helped me
- And hurting those who have hurt me
- Before that nuclear winter
- transforms from an idle wish
- to a cold reality
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