Vault 101, Capital Wasteland, 2274
(Illegible scribbles.)
(Illegible scribbles.)
(Crude drawing of breasts.)
(Crude drawing of the middle finger.)
(Illegible scribbles.)
The fuck.
We hafta write fuckin' poems?
What does Brotch think he's playin' at?
Asshole.
Who the hell even writes this shit?
See, this is why I don't go to class.
Come on, man.
Fuckin' waste of time if you ask me.
I don't got nothin' to poem about.
...'Cept, maybe that pain in the ass, Poindexter.
Doc's kid has gotten real cheeky after the G.O.A.T.
Damn mouthy bitch with her stupid med track scores.
Just askin' for me to spill her big secret-
(Previous line sloppily scratched out.)
Not sure what her deal is.
Known her all my life,
Know her inside and out.
But all in all, I don't know nothin' about her.
Never see her outside class and...
Sometimes when we... (scribbled out) ...hang out.
...
...Something's changing about her.
Jawline's harder,
Temper simmers,
Voice is gruffer,
Eyes are dimmer.
Don't know why
For a careless guy,
I saw her cry
And it bled me dry.
This shit ain't real.
She don't make me keel.
She can't make me kneel.
She won't make me feel.
She... (scribbled out)
I... (scribbled out)
Seriously, fuck this bullshit assignment.
Emotions are just a goddamn confinement.
(Drawing of the Tunnel Snake logo.)
Fortification Hill, Mojave Wasteland, 2276
I normally refrain from verse
Which brings back thoughts of days long past.
But something interesting occurred:
I took and claimed a slave at last.
She has not learned her rightful place
Beneath my hand, my mouth, my gaze.
But the Malpais Legate sets the pace;
She will obey or take the blaze.
Our ranks increase in Edward's rule
And I, his second in command,
Will lead the charge in next year's tool
For domination of this land.
As for this woman in my stare,
I plan to keep her, for I've now paid
Good coin to seal that fiery glare...
Such spirit for a courier by trade...
(Edges of worn and creased parchment are burned off.)
(Writing on back, using newer ink.)
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,
And tables have turned in startling ways.
The years have passed, but through the wind,
That woman appeared in Zion's maze.
Camp McCarran, Mojave Wasteland, 2278
(Scrawled on a piece of crumpled paper.)
I don't even know what I'm
Doing- (scribbled out)
Feeling- (scribbled out)
Living.
Just... Bitter Springs was... I was...
No other way to say it.
Killing.
(Block of ink scratches.)
Need to sit down and write.
Can't stop shaking, can't think.
Damn image is still in my sight.
The Great Khan kid dressed in all white.
I shot him dead before either of us could blink.
I'm done with this life.
NCR's fucked up too far.
Gonna leave all this strife.
Gonna find me a wife.
Settle down without burdens of war.
Hope to clamp down the lid
Over karma's harsh light
Hope I won't have to bid
Hope to have my own kid
And I'll dress it in honor of white.
Museum of History, Capital Wasteland, 2280
All fears come true
They always do
I can't define
This rage of mine
As I thrash within
My searing skin
I lash, I harm
Her trembling arms
That clasp me tight
To help the night
She'd set me free
The contract key
But just once more
I must implore
Another end
From this lonesome friend
For I can't reverse
The wretched curse
Which seeks and binds
My breaking mind
The pain, the toll
Loss of control
It spurns my hate
Degenerate
All reason fades
The madness bades
A monster snarls
My body gnarls
One teardrop falls
From her shattered walls
And I still my breath
For my feral death
(Found attached to corpse: Notes on ghoul degeneration.)