They've Got Vault Fever, They're All Going Mad: Let's Play NV Project Brazil!

[Genma:TheDestroyer]

Disclaimer: Incoming info dump chapter. Gunderson goes hacking and manages to uncover a metric fuck ton of background story. You should have seen this coming when you voted for a Nerd.

So average Strength equates to a carrying capacity of 200+ pounds? Even bog-standard humans are freaks around here.

Less talking more hoarding.

The laser pistol she's working on is unfortunately all for show. But the random schmutz laying around is real enough.

Did he just eat the magazine?

Not enough fiber.

Am I expecting too much when I anticipate a Computer Lab having working computers?

Maybe the hottie in the corner can help on that front.

Kira's a dead end, methinks.

Not her.

Tons 'o' fun over here.

You're joking.

She's a big girl but that just means there's more of her to love.

And multicultural to boot!

Deviant.

As Kira noted previously some physical upkeep is needed before accessing Maria's software.

Fortunately the first batch is relatively close by. It's been awhile since I played this but I'm not sure if any of them actually require a decent Repair skill.

Have we found the main lab already? That's an awful lot of switches.

And a friendly face.

Those...veins...

Pretty sure I can guess what he looks up in his free time. Hey, where's the bithead?

Cripes!

Those probably weren't the switches you were looking for, kid.

WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?

Not the right switches.

TWITCHES?! HIS GOOD LEG IS DOING A LOT OF THAT!!!

*Sniff* Smells like freshly cooked chicharones.

Why not, vault women go gaga over balding teens in lab coats. It's all the rage in Vault 10.

I like it!

Hehe, enjoy your slide into senility.

We'll see who's laughing when you can't get any sweet, sweet nectar.

Carter would give him all the nectar he wanted.

Gross.

That must be the main lab. Time to backtrack!

Where last we went left, now we go right.

Good thing we didn't put into points into lockpicking.

Hold onto your butts.

That wasn't so bad.

They liked'em large and in charge back in the day.

Ah ha! Thought you could hide eh?

What are you waiting for, kid? An invitation?

I could have done it quicker.

Or gotten yourself lost in a digital rat nest. Sometimes meta-physical avatars aren't the way to go.

Most of the nearby computers are still locked/useless.

But the four on the left side of Maria have become accessible. Progress!

Let's see what secrets rest on the initial tier.

Ooh~ a list of boys the first Overseer thought were cutest!

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From: Frank

To: Vault-Tec Personnel

Subject: Re: The End of All Things


Just kidding!


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From: Overseer Duvnic

To: Frank Bertnold

Subject: Re:Re: The End of All Things


You're a dick.


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I guess a vault here or there would have to stumble on the truth, but Clint and co. still come off a bit mary sue-ish. Did the VT employees plan to sabotage the Vault from the beginning, or was it a result of them seeing the experiment as contaminated? At that point what did it matter; everything else is gone. Screw your orders.

Mileetsya takes over and then realizes it doesn't know how to run things. Surprise.

Give it a month and Sally Struthers will be cajoling for relief packages to needy vault children. No! You and the bearded guy can go to hell, I'm keeping that nickel.

Nailed it.

Yup.

That girl is going to have back problems before she's thirty.

Auto-Doc recommends amputation.

You can't solve everything with amputation Auto-Doc. Perhaps one day you'll understand that.

Nice to know the BoS and NCR are *still* duking it out. And apparently before things started getting really heavy Vault 18 wasn't just communicating with others on the network...but actually visiting them.




Vault 3

No idea what a Reverse Pulse Cleaner is but now I want it.

With your luck it's a top-of-the-line douche.

"Get that fresh feeling through our patented reverse osmosis process! And a little radiation."



Vault 76

Y'all?

In Pittsburgh?




Vault 8 (Vault City to you chumps)

Vault City's continued existence always baffled me considering how they carried on. Treating everyone outside your borders like shit while sitting there as a gleaming target? Sounds like it's catching up to them.

That encrypted file must be somewhere on Maria's mainframe. Normally I'd suggest looking, but under the circumstances-

Is there really any doubt who they're referencing?

Um, hey. I totally wasn't about to do what you're thinking...

Shoo! Shoo! Time for that after we've left.

This computer handles the direct connection to each of the other vaults. Most are completely non-responsive or give error messages;

But some at least acknowledge the query with what amounts to voice-mail.



Vault 10

Between this and the earlier message from Mr. Tubs, I think it safe to assume their theme was "All the Nuka Cola you can drink." Odd but there's Vault-Tec for you.





Vault 3

Vault 8

Well I'll be damned. The message itself obviously pre-dates the snob fest Vault City would become, but Rossman's addendum changes things. If I'm reading it right Lynette might have gotten her uppity ass whacked along with everyone else.

Who?

Her.

Gah! The frak is that supposed to be?!

The woman who led Vault City. When there was a Vault City.

That is not a woman.

Pretty sure she is.

I'm calling it....Bert.

Bert.



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From: Jake "The Magic Man" Armitage

To: Bert

Subject: How Do I Say This?


Dear Bert,

I hate you. Because of your face everything below my belt is now a dead zone. Just thinking about you has made little Jake try to crawl further back inside.


My fondest regards Get ravaged by wolverines,

Jake.

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It says here she's already likely dead.

Then Dog has anticipated my prayers and demonstrated his works. Hail Dog!

Amen.

No. No! He's more than enough. The lot of you can get right the fuck out.

I come in response to the winds of need.

Out!



Vault 81

Meh.



Vault 88

Dog helps those who help themselves.

Usually you have to give him stuff first.

Fetch quests are fairly part and parcel with my life anyways.





Vault 19

Vault 43

Vault 77

Both of these are referenced in Penny Arcade's Fallout 3 tie-in comics, with the main focus on Vault 77. Pretty sure the occupants of both have been dead for a long time.

And now the final terminal of Tier 1, filled with the thoughts of our current Overseer.

If your enemies organized and realized where you are it's game over anyway, friend. Vaults have a horrible track record when it comes to resisting incursions.

So these squats are the first and only defense if someones stages a garbage detail? Then why would you trust their training to someone whose background you don't know?!

Worked with Baron von Steuben.

Steuben didn't sound like he wanted to clone Hitler.

Steuben was b-

Ssst!

He wasn't speaking metaphorically before, there actually is an A-list.

Why are the rest of the females ranked higher than the males?

For a computer that is so mysterious and continuously unreliable the vault personnel sure like hiding stuff on it. How do you know it won't suddenly change parameters next week and permanently lock it all away?

Rossman's got a bit o' Cowboy in him.

Pity Gunderson didn't work with him earlier before he turned all old and bitter.

An improvement over 101; this Overseer isn't giving other teenagers carte blanche to bully us while being a paranoid dillweed.

Yet. He's got a heroic last stand floating in the back of his mind.

Everything that isn't bolted down Jake.

Search out a crowbar and I'll pry up slats for our boy to carry.

Post-apocalyptic politics is what happened. Dumb lawyers doing an engineer's job. Once upon a time, Vault 18 was supposed to be the center of the American wasteland. We had this big machine at the core of that promise. But the Great War screwed that up quick. What wasn't blown to hell in about 30 minutes has been scavenged and sacked for small settlements. You see, the network was a set of cable running all over the country, and this server kept the vaults connected. But one by one the others have failed. Some were destroyed, others just vanished. Then one day, 18 years ago, they all just blinked out.

System designed to keep civilization's last bastions connected in case of war....are destroyed by war. There was a logic break somewhere in the planning stages.

Unless that was on purpose. "Hey, does anyone else's Vault seem tailor-made to fail or is it just us?" Vault 18 had it better than almost everyone else in that respect.

When the first Overseer, a guy named Clint Dickson, took over Vault 18, he severed the links to the outside. Said it was a toxic influence. He kept a few cables alive, but severed the rest. It's been just little updates ever since, until they all stopped. Now we just have what's left for you to play with. Hope you spot where those weird I/0 spikes are coming from.

Because he can't be arsed.

Takes a lot of energy sustaining that level of grump.

Wow! Great job, Star! I have to admit, I could have done it years ago, but I just didn't give a shit. What did ya find?

Case in point.

Huh. Well, that's not exciting.

No reason to bother someone who didn't care, afterall.

Now go on. You've had a tough day. Now, you should just go off to bed now. And don't let those Deathclaws getcha from under the bed.

On a scale of Georgia to...well...Georgia, what are we talking here?

Oh, you want to know what it's like in the great outdoors? Well, let me give it to you straight: It's hell upstairs, kid. A nightmare. The things you think about when you're in the dark and a clawed hand reaches for your shoulder? It's real and it lives up there. Hundreds of them. But that's just the wildlife. It's the people that make you wish the war had really ended everything, but it only did half the job. Don't you forget this, kid. The strong prey on the weak, and the closer you get to society, the worse things get. The people that walk around up there are miserable. Half dead--struggling to see tomorrow. Kids are starving, families are broken. Those that say they're here to help you are just waiting until you fear for your life. Giving them what they want to keep you safe. Then you realize what kind of slave you've become. That's what the wasteland is like. Don't ever think it's gonna change, because it isn't.

Sounds like Tuesday.

That's my every day. How is this different than before the bombs dropped?

Yup, now that you mention it. I'll let you head up to the main elevator and check out the robotics lab upstairs. Just drop my name at the guard and he'll let you in. It's dark up there. We keep the upstairs reactors offline to save power, so just follow the signs to the main entrance. You'll find the robotics lab at the end of the hall, last door on your right before you reach the vault exit.

Wait, they have robots? Why didn't he say so before?!

Jake Armitage, Robot Wrangler.

i thought it was "Magic Man".

Later.

I'm nothing if not adaptable. Try jumping me in the streets now bakebrains! Keheheheehe!

 

[Genma:TheDestroyer]

Last time on GG&J (Genma, Gunderson and Jake) we learned of the nerd promised land; Vault 18's Robot Laboratory. Jake subsequently decided to drop everything and head over there post haste. Any comments for the viewing public?

I like big bolts and I cannot lie. You other Runners can't deny, when a bot stomps in-

Never mind.

You get sprung~!

Finished a bit early, newbie.

A problem in all facets of his life it seems.

Ah, the cigar lounge. Where hard working men of the vault go to relax and discuss...sports? What do you talk about when every subject has been debated ad infinitum?

How everyone else is terrible at their jobs and no one listens to your good ideas.

Gunderson must be unto a leper in the eyes of the greater community right now. The previous occupants left so fast their smokes are still lit and covering the room in a haze. Brings back memories of my childhood.

The shunning or the cancer cloud?

Yes.

Hm...nah. You got a goofy shaped head, Gunderson. Just like we made you.

Peep this for a sec-

Now you see it-

Now you don't! Didn't know they still produced gags like that.

Not so much a novelty item as shitty programming.

Bragg's done wonders to curb these rebellious teens.

There is a tragic dearth of mechanical minions here.

We'll be in and out with whatever nerdlinger can carry in a jiff.

Your grandparents probably had a toy they kept from childhood, or some other memento that's still in decent condition. Feh. Kids here play with trucks their great-great-great grandparents bashed against walls when they were little snotbags.

Go outside and you could maybe trade it for an empty bottle. But they'd haggle.

But is it art?

For such a short mod with few leveling opportunities, this door might as well be listed inaccessible or 'needing a key'.

So easy it's like taking well preserved knick-knacks from a baby.

You read the computer entries; their baby factories went all Detroit on them decades ago.

Le hell? These things are immovable! We can't pick them up.

Last batch of children must have been particularly

and they glued the toys to the floor. It's all fun and games until young Stuben gives Sally a lobotomy with the train.

Guess which looks cleaner. Go ahead, guess. Done? You're wrong.

This is the Pre-War Parkstroller Outfit.

And here's the Dirty version.

And neither does a thing for his figure. Those hips!

Eric's the lone occupant in the dorm right now, and he's not very talkative. So we leave and resume our journey to the robotics facility.

*Sigh*

You know me too well little buddy. Last one, promise.

For the nerve center of the vault this place looks kinda...deserted. No night shift?

The old-timers have had their apple sauce and nothing short of a fire is getting them out of bed.

If you bet that door was rated 100 as well then you're either psychic or able to follow basic patterns.

The lone occupant of the office is of course Carter. Give it another twenty years and I'm sure she'd be Overseer in all but name. Everyone else is too old, more interested in exploring the outside world or a stupid grunt.

Gunderson's just taking a break...for Science!

The study of automata to be exact.

Oh! That's very helpful of you, Star! I'm glad you and your family are starting to fit in around here! Well...except for Shawn. Was there something else you needed?

Stupid Shawn, I hate that guy. Which one was Shawn again?

Don't think we've met him yet.

Put'em on the list anyway.

Oh. Well, that's weird. Haven't you seen everything a hundred times already? If you're getting stir crazy, you should report to the infirmary and get checked out. Vault madness is your responsibility and no one else's.

One could argue it's the community's responsibility to foster an environment that nurtures mental wellness and stability.

But that kinda talk is for proles. Eat the weak and take their stuff!

We're hanging out with the wrong guy then. Where's Johnny?

While she works dutifully to lighten the backlog, Gunderson begins his own initiative to clean up. Dutifully checking each and every desk and locker for spare minutia that no one would miss. Then taking the other stuff too.

Don't mind us. Whew, these lockers...sure are...dusty..eh?

....

Creepy broad.

There a time table someone can reference, or a progress chart?

Not likely. They're Vault Dwellers, they live and die here. Only way that's going to change is if it fails completely or they get attacked.

Or the self-destruct gets activated.

Sorry sweet cheeks.

Y'know half the squats are gonna go rogue the moment they experience the outside, right?

Oh yeah. Bragg's group might stick around and do their 'duty' though.

Locked doors all over the place but not a single fuck was given about the safes.

Mine.

Gunderson's, technically.

A laser thrower that isn't attached to some ungainly backpack? I will fight you over this.

Dial it down until we can figure out where to find ammo.

Child safety, what's that?

Ensuring kids have a weapon loaded and ready for any scenario.

You had a strange childhood didn't you?

I DON'T THINK ANYONE'S SWEPT BACK HERE IN AGES!

....

She's not going for it.

Yeah we should leave.

Huh, Vault 21's bake off certainly enjoys some far flung advertisement.

They do tarot readings here too!

All these mainframes, yet not a single computer in the whole place works. Except the one that wants to chat in spanish.

Puede hablar sucio en cualquier idioma.

And I wager you didn't say that right either.

Should we end it all in a blaze of glory right now? Avoid an uncertain future filled with much, much more Dr. Rossman? No. Gunderson must persevere and prove the haters wrong!

And he's not just saying that because the valve is stuck.

Feels like I've landed in the t-shirt aisle of the local Hot Topic. Or a really shitty Spencers.

What is a rader?

Hilariously past their prime and barely held together by duct tape.

What a picturesque slice of vault life we've stumbled upon.

Bored now. Point me towards my death army.

Philistine. The vault entrance is probably on the next level. Go up the stairs-

Hold that thought.

Keep your glimpses of life in a bottle, *this* is a true work of art.

Art best enjoyed by adapting it to suit my needs.

Might as well have written it in basic.

Come to us my pretty. The first of a glorious revolution!

Denied.

Useless bitty box! I'll have you yet!

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Oh, not a checkpoint in sight. The ominous reddish light lied to me.

Might've been a warning 'bout the scrap elevator.

"But don't touch the sides! Ehhhhh!"

???

It's a 90's thing.

World peace.

An unstoppable legion that obeys my every whim.

It's a bit contradictory.

Not if one leads to the other.

Peace through power!

Besides wearing down a little more each day. Hour. Second.

Never tell the kid to walk it off.

Who knows where he'd end up.

Uuhn. Well, as long as you're interested in how the vault sticks together. It's a fascinating place, really. You can just listen to the sounds, and hear the stories in it.

Huh. There are dozens, kid. But nothing is secret down here. You can hardly fart without ten people knowing about it. Down in the lower cistern, you can get into the hydroponics lab, or even into the apartments if you're clever. Then, there's a pipe network running under the Atrium that connects to every part of Vault 18's lower levels. And if ain't afraid of getting zapped by radiation you can swim around in the upper cistern and navigate the cave 'til you find the robotics lab. All of that requires my key, though, and you ain't gonna get your own unless you work up here for a long time. Or you find me dead. Same deal.

What an odd yet foreshadowing thing to say.

What? Oh. Well, the way this place was built was pretty stupid. A bunch of experimental Terra-Tec droids were used to put the place together for some Senator in L.A. He never made it to the vault before the war. They dug a straight shaft right down through the mountain and outlined everything, then built the cement shell using prefab rooms like any vault. The war hit sooner than anyone expected. Wiped out all the Vault-Tec factories. There was a huge revolt in the first week everybody came down here. Despite the mess, droids kept building and digging. They didn't have the prefab parts to finish, so a lot of our bigger spaces are just rock.

Part shortage or not this vault had immense expansion potential. With those droids they could have turned this into an underground metropolis. But two centuries later...whee, a garden.

Well, that filter room leads to a big cave where water collects from rain and snowmelt. That cave is radioactive, though. Without our water chips the entire vault would be flooded with toxic sludge. That almost failed about 6 years ago. That Bragg fellow showed us another vault down the mountain with a few old chips we recycled to get it working again. Saved our asses, too.

Convenient.

So his acceptance is a mix of prior history and desperation. Makes more sense now.

Why is it so dark in here?

The upper vault is always dark. It keeps the tax on our power low. Otherwise, we couldn't keep everything running for 200 years. The lower vault is on low power cuz it's night time. People are going to bed, and want it dark. So, we dim the lights down in Operations.

Gonna be a long one, methinks.

Not a snowman's chance in summer.

What does the fossil do all day?

Think up new ways to tear down anything lacking tits.

Sure wish we had the key. Oh wait...

Bludgeoning staff with blunt objects is never the answer.

Depends on the question, doesn't it? Relax.

There's more than one way to skin a groot.

My sweet virginal karma! Despoiled!

In defense he wanted us to work for our goal instead of getting immediate satisfaction.

That's generally how things are Jake.

Frak, your lives must be depressing.

Green doesn't necessarily mean hazardous.

The water's bubbling.

Bing! Giant sauna.

I think it growled at me.

You never take the big risks. No guts no glory.

No amnesia or ambushes or furry hangers-on.

Fek.

So much wasted energy...

This is why bug zappers are effective.

Ah Conductors. The salvage that's heavy as sin but valuable enough to still kinda be worth it.

And perfect for beating Joe senseless.

But we already have the key.

Key? What key?

Hello.

Bonjour.

Crazy gibberish!

Sure would suck if something jumped out right now....

Yup.

Anytime....

Finally.

Mine!

'Fraid not.

What? Why? Gunderson?

Because they all belong to me!

Traitor!

........

?

!!!

“The world to me was a secret, which I desired to devine."

Scared child clinging to his mommy's apron!

Power hungry hack of a mage!

​

“A mind of moderate capacity which closely pursues one study must infallibly arrive at great proficiency in that study.”

Don't worry Jake, I won't leave you for dead in the streets.

How thoughtful.

Naked in the common room sounds more fitting!

You'll never get the chance!

“...for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose--a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye."

I'd be worried about what you might do...if you ever actually finished an LP! You're the Sopranos of

Oh haha.

“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock."

The shadows spit you out like lumpy, used chewing gum!

If you had gone in there would have been nothing left!

Face it Jake; You're the Rat Shaman Mk II. "Now with augs and slightly less odor!"

Take that back!

Never!

​

YELLOW!!!

PINK!!!

Rhhargh!!!​

“What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?”

“It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.”

​

That is-

So very, very-

Awesome!

Kid did you say something?

......

Wait up!

No Ed-E tagging along on this adventure.

But would the signal still be analog?

What's analog?

Your mother's favorite position.

Stoopid fraggin' Wilson.

We sure this isn't a hidden lair? Drake would have been right at home.

Consider the weight issue solved. In fact Gunderson was able to toss dozens of useless mugs and the occasional clipboard. Next he sees Kira it's time to get his mack on.

Boom-chika wow-wow

Too bloody right.

Outside the Robotics Lab is one of those unfinished compartments Joe mentioned.

And a mysterious door. But this place gives me the creeps so we're sealing up the bulkhead again.

Ah, what a fuzzy false sense of security.

Know what makes you feel really secure?

Robot armies.

Hrm, ah. Maybe if....

We got conductors, sensor modules, fusion batteries, circuit boards and more.

But no idea what to do with them. Gunderson?

......

I think he's sulking.

How can you tell? He hardly talks.

If someone knows how to salvage the launcher too, that'd be spiff.

I should've taken a Robco Certified course during our downtime. In hindsight the rates were reasonable.

Wait a tic-

Mwahahaha.

I have a loaded energy weapon. It is my property.

Alright, stay cool.

Not yours or his.

'Kay.

Remember how long you stuck me with that hand scrap back in Seattle? I've earned this.

You certainly have.

So we get whatever that thing is.

Buh?

..........take the laser gun and the Benji.

Too late.

**** my life and **** your **** ****

Acquiesce to his terms and still he complains. Runners are never satisfied.

-with a **** monkey!

Hello new best friend, can you come out to play?

Buzzkill. Feels bad man.

Looks like someone slapped it together from a Sentry Bot and an old suit of Enclave power armor. Which means I wouldn't want to tackle it without heavy gauss backup.

Dude, we got a

.

"If it's a bucket, then fuck it." What.

Radiation poisoning is a terrible thing.

Rossman missed something that someone else found in a cursory inspection years later.

Or the 'batteries' formed during the intervening period.

You make it sound as if the robot is alive.

Boo-yah! I fucking knew, knew where those components came from. Unlike Morgan Freeman's unfortunate siamese castoff.

Y'know, looking at it up close this thing is giving me the willies. Maybe we should leave it alone.

You don't say.

And that's coming from someone who wants (so very badly) to rain death and destruction upon his enemies without physically lifting a finger.

Well blow me down, the console has a minimum threshold of 75 Science to access it. Our young prodigy is outclassed before he even begins.

Oh thank Dog.

Don't break out the ritual flea collars just yet.

One more push oughtta do it.

Success! Good job lad.

Tsk.

Aww a text adventure?! Who would enjoy playing through one of those?

Who indeed.

 

[Genma:TheDestroyer]

​

Late? Stop thinking so third dimensionally.

​

Now where are we?

Or when?

Or what? Cyber deathborgs complete games easier than Mr. Fluffikins.

Depends on the game.

I will cut you open with my brand new-



Inventory

Pulse Pistol. Here you go.

Woot! Dual wielding, chummer!


Drinking Flash: A flask to carry "sensitive liquids"

And free chooh to boot.

That could mean anything from alcohol to urine samples.

If his kidney's as bad as mine there isn't much difference.

Oh call the place Seattle and be done with it.

...so beautiful.

Go North

World City? Someone got a little Judge Dredd mixed in my Shadowrun.

So you're the infamous (as of a minute ago) Replicator Sam. Don't suppose you'd be willing to put a few soulless death armies on loan?

That a no?

Cheers, Sam. Consider this a hostile takeover.


Your puny weapons are useless on SAM!

Next time let's just try poking Godzilla in the eye with a stick.

Shut it and distract the bopper for a minute.

What?

I wanna check something out.

Wait, we never agreed on this!!!

​

So....heard that thing you had with Glados fell through. Too bad.

Shutting up now.

You find a primitive atomizer core.

You feel that this core may be valuable....

Genma feels it's bullshit he's the one getting chased around!

​

Oh god!

Maybe this could be rigged to blow? *Boom* goes Sam. Oops, SAM. Heh.



Go South

Alright I'm coming!

Must go faster, must go faster notimetolookback!




You are standing in a vast-

Keepgoing!


Go South

Is...is he gone? Did we lose him?

Looks like it you great big numpty.

Fuck you.

If he's killing Replicators then he's alright with me. Only good Replicator is a dead one.

Hey, they don't drop loot!

Trash mobs.

Clear and concise, completely unlike the dwarves we buy gear from back home.



Speak with the Hacker

Shawn...

...Star? Ugh, at least give the player some disconnect.

Half the vault seems to think he's a bigger outcast than Gunderson.

Up for investigating the Robotics Lab he mentioned?

Another one?


Go North


Go East

Like the good old days.


Examine Waste Bin

Spending your idle time sifting through waste...yup, brings back memories. So does the inevitable failure.

Te'ch!

And subsequent destruction of corporate property.


Your hit knocks the droid into a waste bin.

Found something afterall.

Almost feel sorry for the little bugger.

Think I could hawk him for something useful?

Depends on the head's condition.



Inventory


Droid Head


The beacon may attract replicators

Wonderful. Find someone you dislike and give it to them; solves two problems at once.

Nope, cause then the hunk of scrap would still be next to me.

Touche.

The remains were...what...

Be very, very still.

Why?

Trust me.

WAAAAAAAGH!!!

Or you can run away screaming like a little girl. That works too.

The lightshow definitely has my attention. While Genma finds his happy place in the corner, let's-

Talk to Hooligan.

Right on.

I hate this place!!!

You're missing the good parts!

I am *so* keeping this thing now. If someone takes issue they can talk to the badge.

Their opinion means drek all.

All these squares makes a circle, all these squares make a circle all these squares make a circle...

Hi.

Bwuh?!

Neat, huh? Found it in the dumpster behind the Shop-N-Save.

Anything to get this over with.

Been kind of a lark, actually. All the fun of a Run without the questionable stains afterwards.

Tell that to my pants.

Still better than back home.

We will beat Sam?

Let them have their moment in the sun.

I don't think this city knows what sun is.


Passcode: Key given to you by the Hacker.

Bite my shiny non-existent ass you replicator jerks!

A powerful subatomic weapon to defeat SAM!

And that troll who always gives me luke-warm kaff. No that is not how it comes out of the machine you skank.




Go North


Go North



Your puny weapons are usel-

Qu Ni De!

OH FU-

Replicator Sam was a she?

Just a working robot woman trying to make it in the world the only way she knew how. Well now she's a couple hundred credits worth of scrap. I love this gun.

And you'll never see it again.

My precious! My badge, no!

So was the passcode a red herring, or something they never got around to implementing a use for?

Everyone wants us to go to sleep and wait till tomorrow. If I know my genre this is a *bad* idea.

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Cool.

What is up with the two of you?

It's....breathing.

What?

And looking right at us.

It's got some weird internal systems but that seems a bit far fetched.

Hurh hurr huh.

We're leaving and sealing the room off.

No.

You crazy kid? Look, snag the K-9 unit on the way and we'll still have come out ahead of the game. That thing's going to skin us and pretend to be a real boy.

Give me one reason we should free Alpha later.

1. Chicks dig giant robots.

I....that's....dammit. How do I counter that?

2. Dr. Rossman stroking out on the spot.

If he's not sipping food through a straw for the next month I will be very, very let down.

These upgrades could create a halfway decent replacement for the Atomizer Ray.

Too bad they only fit Laser Rifles.

What good is technical expertise and a room bursting with components if we can't improvise? Slap a stock on it and a couple pieces to regulate power and call it a day.

Usually play with Project Nevada or HWP, right?

Journey with us as we explore the caves of the Vault 18 FORBIDDEN ZONE!!

Are these the 'prototype mining droids'? Someone swallowed a pill.

Can't argue with the results though.

Or it could been a combination of pneumatic assisted manpower and explosives.

Lots of explosives. Jake?

*ahem* Dynamite and a restless horde of disaffected youths don't mix. We'll confiscate it in the name of civic decency.

And making things that piss us off go pop.

Like the fist of an angry god coming down on a frog.

Still bubbling and oh so poisonous.

So this is where we'd have ended up if you had the balls.

Swim in that and you won't have any either.

You'd think core generator rooms would rate more security.

There are scarcely enough able bodied guards to take care of the living areas. Besides, who would sabotage one of the very things that make vault life sustainable?

Someone who thinks the vault dwellers need a reality check and a swift kick to the ass.

 

[Comte]

MOAR