FALLOUT NV
"The Trader"
The blistering sun glinting of my aviator glasses. My vault 13 canteen blazing hot my nuke cola half full my clip half full. Yesterday me and old dog Rex took down a behemoth. Took 100 50. cal rounds to take it down. Rex started barking I woke up there the was the warm fire I looked it was just a NCR patrol that sunrise we packed up camp and headed to the strip we walked for miles and miles what turned into hours turned into years. As only your concusses keeps you entertained I took a sip from my nuka cola we stopped at a town we went to the market it was like one of those Arabic bazaars you read in prewar books I usually find them in old schools there the holy grail of books. We saw a Brahmin for sale seeing how poor Rex got his spine replaced I couldn't do that to him so we bought her and named her maria set off. We encountered some fiend we barley fiend them off okay I almost died thank god I had stimpack. Over the horizon was beautiful gigantic Hoover dam and the strip we headed through the gate the seurctrons looking at us. We headed to the tops casino I hung out with some dames and had drink. Drunk and tired I passed out one the velvet silk bed Rex poem from a prewar poet Robert frost "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."