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ID: B683LqAJ/qst/6260881#6264869
6/25/2025, 4:17:13 AM
The first Pip-Boy, the dead man's, you crack easily. You thought for sure you would need Lorraine's help, but it seems you have a knack for it.
>+1 Terminal Skill
With full access, you see the broadcast is transmitting from this one. Explains why the frame is hot to the touch, running constantly for however long they've been dead or more. Additionally you find a file marked "Daily Maintenance Log" & another labeled "Personal Log." Checking the Daily Maintenance Log, you only find a very long string of characters. The Personal Log on the other hand, reveals much more. You begin reading the last entry.
"Been feeling sick ever since that trader stopped in, but what else could we do? Didn't know we'd catch something & we've gotta eat & drink. Just a bit longer & we'll never have to worry about missing a meal again. Sick or not, nobody fucks with you when you have a laser gun." You read it aloud & a worried look passes over everyone present. Did a disease kill them? Could it still be infectious? You read further on.
"Fucking canoe started taking on water ever since I ran into that goddamn crab, fuck me. I'll fix it in the morning."
"Jasmine says she feels a little guilty already, had to remind her what they did to her older brother, to my mother, to plenty of other people we knew. Decent motherfuckers trying to keep ORDER when everything was breaking down, & the goddamned fishes treated them like the scumbags out here. They get what they have coming, what they fucking deserve. & we get rich."
"Big O don't want to hear me out? Wants to sit on his fat ass & wait while the rest of us scrape by? Well fuck him & the brat he thinks we'll take orders from, WE GOT THE CODES! Jas even swiped some hooch & the good stuff they had brewing, tonight's going to be the best night possible to start our new lives!"
Skimming the rest of the backlog, most were rather mundane complaints, half-baked ideas, & mentions of this "Jasmine," the dead woman, you assume.
>Turn Off the Broadcast
>Download the Personal Log
>Write-In
The dead woman's Pip-Boy, on the other hand...
[Continued in next post.]
>+1 Terminal Skill
With full access, you see the broadcast is transmitting from this one. Explains why the frame is hot to the touch, running constantly for however long they've been dead or more. Additionally you find a file marked "Daily Maintenance Log" & another labeled "Personal Log." Checking the Daily Maintenance Log, you only find a very long string of characters. The Personal Log on the other hand, reveals much more. You begin reading the last entry.
"Been feeling sick ever since that trader stopped in, but what else could we do? Didn't know we'd catch something & we've gotta eat & drink. Just a bit longer & we'll never have to worry about missing a meal again. Sick or not, nobody fucks with you when you have a laser gun." You read it aloud & a worried look passes over everyone present. Did a disease kill them? Could it still be infectious? You read further on.
"Fucking canoe started taking on water ever since I ran into that goddamn crab, fuck me. I'll fix it in the morning."
"Jasmine says she feels a little guilty already, had to remind her what they did to her older brother, to my mother, to plenty of other people we knew. Decent motherfuckers trying to keep ORDER when everything was breaking down, & the goddamned fishes treated them like the scumbags out here. They get what they have coming, what they fucking deserve. & we get rich."
"Big O don't want to hear me out? Wants to sit on his fat ass & wait while the rest of us scrape by? Well fuck him & the brat he thinks we'll take orders from, WE GOT THE CODES! Jas even swiped some hooch & the good stuff they had brewing, tonight's going to be the best night possible to start our new lives!"
Skimming the rest of the backlog, most were rather mundane complaints, half-baked ideas, & mentions of this "Jasmine," the dead woman, you assume.
>Turn Off the Broadcast
>Download the Personal Log
>Write-In
The dead woman's Pip-Boy, on the other hand...
[Continued in next post.]
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