As you wander around the ravaged and harsh conditions of the Capital Wasteland, you discover the corpse of an unimportant person. The corpse appears to be male, aging somewhere from 20-35, clothed with a vault 101 jumpsuit, fully-equipped with an assault rifle and a 10mm pistol, in which you would have taken by now. But that's not all; this man was lying on a pile of holotapes. Assuming it might have something important, you took it without hesitation. Don't feel guilty; we all take things even though we know it's of no use to us. You decide to take a break from walking for a while and listen to the holotapes you just found.
Surprisingly, there was nothing important about it because it turns out this was the man's journal entries, and autobiographies can be so boring yet interesting sometimes but you decide to listen to it anyways because you are a good person and have a high level of Karma, amirite?
