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Base of Operations: Raider Base, SatCom Array NN-03d
April 6, 2274
Scribe's note: The Narrator's discovery of the Pip-Boy 3000's recording capabilities came as a surprise. There are multiple recordings on this date, presumably made by accident as the Narrator was examining the unit. The male voice is assumed to be Lewis Taylor's, as the unit does not record his demise until after the third entry timestamp.
[begin entry 1]
… what this is for. Blinking lights and shit. What are you, anyway? One of these fucking things oughta...
[end entry 1]
[begin entry 2]
… of a bitch. How's this come off, huh? Stop squirming.
[weak male voice] Please... you can have it. Just let me go.
[slapping sound]
Shut the fuck up. You want Dingo coming back in here?
[male] No, no, no, no...
That's what I thought. Maybe this'll do some-...
[end entry 2]
[begin entry 3]
[man screaming]
There we go. More than one way to do it. Say hi to Dingo when he comes in here to shut your fucking ass up.
[screaming begins to fade with distance]
[sounds include footsteps on metal stairs, a door opening]
[girl's voice] Ooo, you got it?
Yeah. Don't know what it's for, but Razor said I could have it.
[girl's voice] You gonna keep his arm in there?
No, I just got tired of his bitching and whining. I can think better when it's quiet.
[girl's voice] What'd you have to do for it?
The usual. My share of the caps. Some pussy. Lot of pussy, actually.
[girl's voice] Chuck was looking for you. Hope you got some left for him, cause Dingo's gonna be by soon for me.
Yeah, I got some. I just wanna have a look at this thing some more. It's got all these buttons and shit that don't make no sen-...
[end entry 3]
[begin entry 4]
Is this... can you hear me?
[end entry 4]
[begin entry 5]
Wow. I can't believe this shit. You're playing back everything I'm saying. This is so weird. Never heard my own voice before.
[distant adult male voice] Hey Ronnie! Where you at, girl? Get your ass over here!
Ah shit, it's Chuck. I'll check you out some more later.
[end entry 5]
April 7, 2274
Um... So... I'm Ronnie. This is our place. It's a good place. We can see for miles around from the tower. Anything moves down there, couple of us go check it out. It's usually stupid Wastelander fucks wandering around. They're so fucking stupid. Worse than them is the Vaulties, like the guy I got you from. He gave up without a fight, him in his clean blue clothes. Dingo likes fucking with them more than Wastelanders, cause they been in their pretty little vaults since the bombs fell, all nice and cozy while the rest of us had to scrape by.
Don't matter. You're mine now. Hope I can figure out this catch thing before this arm starts stinking.
April 9, 2274
Didn't think I'd have much to say, but I feel like I should. It took me a couple days, but I got you unhooked. Now you're sitting pretty on my arm. Razor thinks you're a lumpy piece of shit that don't do nothing good. I ain't telling nobody about the recording. Or the rad meter. Don't know much about the other things you got. Can't read the words, but I figured out the rad meter real quick. Just don't know what the other things are all about. Well, there's the heart beat thingy. If I turn up the sound, it bips along with my heart. Ain't sure how it does that, but it's kind of neat.
April 11, 2274
Scribe's note: This entry has been omitted from the transcription due to its subject matter. In summary, the Narrator recorded an explicit act between herself and a fellow raider by the name of Jammer. Pip-Boy 3000 log files indicate that this entry has been accessed six times.
April 12, 2274
Scribe's Note: There are multiple recordings on this date. The second entry has been omitted from the transcription due to its subject matter. In summary, the Narrator recorded an explicit act between herself and the raiders' leader, Razor. Pip-Boy 3000 log files indicate that this entry has been accessed three times.
[begin entry 1]
I'm gonna use this thing some more. Nobody knows it can record, so I used it with Jammer. That was fucking hot. I listened to it again this morning and got all wet. Tonight's Razor's turn. Gonna do it again, cause he does me good. I just hope he ain't gonna use the Psycho first. He gets rougher when he's shot up. Better dose myself up just in case. I can take a hit or two if I get enough Med-X before.
I like you, Pip-Boy. You're a good listener.
[end entry 1]
[begin entry 2]
Omitted.
[end entry 2]
April 14, 2274
It's my day to watch from the tower. I hate it up here. Yeah, I can see all around, but it's a load of shit, you know? There's nothing for miles. I kind of hope Chuck wanders over. He's on the other side. Ain't nothing gonna happen while we're fucking, right? Maybe I'll call him over. I need some dick.
April 17, 2274
Scribe's note: This entry has been omitted from the transcription due to its subject matter. In summary, the Narrator recorded an explicit act between herself and a fellow raider by the name of Chuck. Pip-Boy 3000 log files indicate that this entry has been accessed twelve times, and downloaded to holotape four times. It is not known if the tapes were distributed or broadcast publicly.
April 18, 2274
Went scavving today with Dingo, Chuck, and Noob. She ain't been out yet. Got a pretty good haul. Best when we can find some Wastelanders camped out, cause they got a pile of shit all in one place. Didn't find none today, but we got into an office building that's been giving us trouble for a while. All the entrances were sealed up ages ago. Finally broke through. Probably only been sealed for a couple decades at most, though. It was cause there was ghouls in there. Not too many, nothing we couldn't handle. Dingo gets off on killing them bastards. Few years ago, we ran into a pack of them and one of our guys got taken out. I wasn't there, but they said it was real gross. Dingo's been going nuts killing them ever since.
When he gets a hard-on from killing, he grabs the first pussy he finds. It was mine this time, so he bent me over a desk and gave me a good fucking. Chuck loved that, and nailed Noob on the floor where he could still see us. It was great. All of us together. That don't happen too often, you know? Usually the guys wanna fuck one of us by himself, except when we party. Then it's kind of a big deal, with chems and booze and fucking. All of us in a big mess on the floor, dicks and pussies going at it. Love them parties. Hope we have another one soon.
April 21, 2274
Scribe's note: This entry has been omitted from the transcription due to its subject matter. In summary, the Narrator recorded an explicit act between herself and fellow raiders Chuck and Dingo. Pip-Boy 3000 log files indicate that this entry has been accessed thirty-two times, and downloaded to holotape sixteen times. It is not known if the tapes were distributed or broadcast publicly.
April 22, 2274
Still sore from last night. But fuck, what a time we had! Usually it kind of sucks when Dingo and Chuck both come at me, since they always argue about who gets my pussy, and who has to settle for ass. But this time, they must've figured it out before they stopped by, cause they weren't fighting all the way down the hall. So I figured I'd record it, just in case it wasn't bad. Glad I did.
Dingo wants in a pussy all the time. If we find Wastelanders, he's gotta fuck the girls soon as he sees them. Hates it when there's just guys. So do I, cause he goes after one of us if he don't get a Wastelander bitch to fuck. And he ain't nice when he's pissed. Course, Razor's gotta have them first, him being the leader. But sometimes, if Dingo's brought him enough caps, or Razor's in a good mood, he'll let Dingo have the pick of them first.
I asked Razor once if I could fuck one of the guys we found, cause watching Dingo at it was getting me horny, and he said no. He laughed and told me that ain't how it works, whatever that means. Then he said, you want fucking, I'll give you some. And he had me right then. Real rough, cause I'm his favorite.
He'll do Noob and Angela together, but he takes me and Roxy by ourselves. Far as I know, he's the only one who'll have two of us girls at once. I don't know why. I've had Dingo and Chuck at once, but always Razor by himself, and Jammer alone, too. Guess that's the way it is.
April 24, 2274
Running out of Med-X. I think I got four or five doses left, and I can't wait on Chuck for his regular supply. Razor said I shouldn't use them up so fast. I didn't wanna tell him, but... it's kind of because of him. He likes to slap his fuck around, and he ain't exactly careful about things. Like, he once beat the fuck outta Roxy. Knocked her cold. It's the Psycho, I'm pretty sure. He shoots up and goes all crazy. Dingo's on Jet half the time, so he ain't much better. Still, Chuck ain't so bad, and Jammer likes to talk a little after he's gotten off, so they kind of even things out.
So if I want more Med-X, I'm gonna have to pull my weight even more. That's how it works: I go scavving with the guys, we bring in loads of shit to sell to one or two of the traders we got deals with, we get caps out the ass for it, and we can buy whatever chems we need. They like to bring me scavving cause I got a way with terminals. Can't read what's on the screen, but that ain't what it's all about anyway. It's patterns, you know? I can figure out numbers and letters. I can get up a screen that's got a bunch of gibberish and shit all over it, but I've gotten so I know what parts of the gibberish might be the password. This hacking tape I use tells me how close I am to cracking it, and it's just about finding a string of letters that looks right.
Course, if I want chems and we ain't going scavving real soon, it's gonna be some kinky shit for Razor. He likes tying up a bitch and sticking shit up her pussy, her ass, down her throat. He don't do it real often to one of us, cause... he likes us. We're his girls. Wastelander bitches, though. Yeah, they get the treatment. I only did it once, cause I was out of Med-X completely, and was starting to get shaky. He put me on this table with my feet tied so they were about as far apart as they could get. I was spread so wide it hurt. He wrapped rope around my tits, too. Squeezed them real tight, then pinched them a lot. Kept telling me I liked it. I ain't stupid; I told him yeah, I like it. Then he got this long stick and fucked my pussy like it was a dick. Ain't sure what he was trying to do with that, but I played along. He kept watching my face, too. Then he got rid of the stick and shoved his fingers up my twat. That was better, and was getting to be kind of good. Then he finally gave me his dick, and by then he was so fucking hot he rammed me hard.
Roxy had to let him have her like that too, and she said he smacked her ass, fucked her pussy, smacked her ass, fucked her pussy, with her tied up on this frame with her legs and arms spread out. He don't do none of that shit if we don't need something from him. It's like, if you're asking Razor for a favor, you gotta pay extra.
April 25, 2274
Got lucky. Razor said he found a prospect we could hit. He's always looking around with his binoculars. He can see a hell of a lot farther than the rest of us, so maybe he caught sight of a good spot in the settlement a couple miles away. Everybody's going except Jammer and Noob, cause somebody's gotta guard our spot.
April 26, 2274
I'm on watch duty while everyone's sleeping. We been in a running fight for half a day. Turns out the place Razor spotted was a raider hang-out. Dingo about killed him, but he said he only saw movement, not what was moving. Anyway, they ain't friends of ours, so we been taking them out. Teach them to chase us down.
Course, Dingo managed to get a hold of one of their bitches. He fucked her good and hard, then blew her head off. Served her ass right. I'm still hurting from taking a couple hits during the fight.
Chuck patched me up, cause Angela was busy with Razor, and Dingo went after Roxy when he was done with the raider bitch. Chuck didn't fuck me, though. I'm kind of glad. I just wanna sleep. But I got a couple hours to go before I can do that.
April 27, 2274
We're back, and Noob said she spent the whole time getting it. Jammer had her in every room, on every stick of furniture, every mattress. Lucky bitch. I like Jammer. He don't do chems so much that he goes fucking nuts on your ass.
April 30, 2274
The boys were getting bored, so they dragged a couple Wastelanders in. They're from a little settlement not too far away. Razor's making their folks pay ransom to get them back. Just for the fuck of it. Dingo's shitting himself cause one's a girl. We got to watch him fuck her a couple times. Chuck did me on all fours so we could both see it all. Jammer wanted in, too, so they took turns. Razor put Roxy to work on his dick. Angela and Noob had to guard the other Wastelander fuck, so they missed everything. Pissed them off. Except... Razor don't know it, but they fucked that Wastelander, the two of them did. He didn't wanna at first, they said, but they worked on him, and he finally got it up for them. Noob said it was great. She got to ride him, and Angela made him lick her pussy. I ain't heard of that kind of thing, but she said it felt real good.
Course, we all know better than to ask for that. The guys don't do that shit.
May 1, 2274
I'm about going nuts. That Wastelander bitch won't stop crying. She's in the next room and these broken up old walls are worthless for keeping noise like that quiet. Dingo ain't been nice, but shit. Shut the fuck up, already.
May 3, 2274
Still ain't got the caps from the Wastelander fuck's family. Razor's getting pissed. He sent the guy's finger to them, show he meant business. They keep saying they can't get that much, and he tells them it'll go up if they keep making excuses. Then we all have a laugh, cause the guy's already dead and hanging from one of the walkways, and the bitch is only alive cause the boys are still fucking her. I heard Razor did his kinky thing to her. Better her than me.
May 6, 2274
It's Sunday, so Chuck came by with some Med-X. He's pretty good about that; he'll bring me some Med-X and I'll give him something extra with the pussy. It's our deal. He's got a stash somewhere, cause I know we don't have enough for him to keep giving me a couple days' worth every week.
He likes me to jerk him off. That's the extra. First the pussy, then the hand. I'm game. Whatever he wants, long as I get my chems.
Today he said, don't never grow up, kid. Then he ruffled up my hair. I hope I'm his favorite, too. There was a girl here for awhile that he liked a lot, when I was growing up. Sally or Shelly... something like that. She took care of me when my mom was busy fucking or scavving. She was nice, but she disappeared like my mom did. Then we got Roxy.
I guess that's how it is – there's a guy for every girl. Probably keeps them from bitching about having to wait for a fuck. Razor don't like whiny babies. I remember when I was real little, he told me if I opened my mouth again, he was sticking his dick in it. He had to do it once, too, cause I thought he was kidding, and wouldn't shut up. I can take a mouthful of dick now, but not so good when I was six.
May 8, 2274
Scribe's Note: There are multiple recordings on this date.
[begin entry 1]
Crow's almost here. I spotted him from the tower. I love it when he comes by! He don't have a ton of chems on him usually, but he's good about holding back a few doses of Med-X. He passes them to me on the sly when Razor ain't looking. He knows I get it rough around here sometimes.
I think he makes Razor pay more caps for the armor he sells. I don't know why, but it's like... he talks real cold to Razor. Like he don't like him much. At least he still comes around. Always asks how I'm doing. And the other girls, too. Always wants to know if we're doing okay.
[end entry 1]
[begin entry 2]
I don't know what Crow's problem is. He asked how old I was, and when I told him, he got all serious. He said I needed to get the fuck away from here. Like... it ain't good for me to stick around. I couldn't believe it. Then he said my mom didn't get killed out in the wasteland like they told me. He saw her in some weird vision he had. He was being real spooky, talking about visions and spirits and shit. But he said... he said he saw Lacy – my mom – get killed by Razor. Razor? Why the fuck would Razor kill her? He said, maybe she got too old. She wasn't much older than me when she died. And he gave me this weird look.
Whatever he's thinking, it's bullshit. I'm Razor's favorite. He fucks me alone, twice a week. He don't do the other girls like that. I'm his favorite. And Chuck said, my mom was his favorite, too. So why would he kill her, huh? She was scavving and didn't come back. He didn't fucking kill her. That's crazy. That's just fucking nuts.
[end entry 2]
May 9, 2274
I ain't gonna think about what Crow said. I almost asked Chuck, cause he's about as old as Razor, so he knows everything that happens around here. He's on the Med-X like me, and it gets him real mellow. Sometimes when he's tripping, he gets chatty. I almost asked about Shelly. I think that was it. Shelly. And my mom. But I stopped. Crow's full of crazy bullshit. This is my place. I got it good here. I ain't fucking it up with stupid ass questions that don't make no difference.
May 11, 2274
I got switched up. It was Razor this time, not Chuck, on account of Roxy's throwing up and got the shits from something nasty. Chuck's busy keeping her insides in, so Razor came for some pussy from me instead. He was fucked up on Psycho, too. Had to use my last dose to get through it.
You know... I ain't never paid much attention to what he says when he's fucking me. It's just crazy shit, mostly. But... I listened this time, and... he called me Lacy once. Then, when I was on my stomach and he was reaming my ass out but good, he called me 'baby girl.' I don't know what that shit was about, cause I'm older than all the girls. I ain't a baby no more.
Anyway, it don't matter. Chuck was easy on me when he showed up later with the chems. Roxy's doing okay now that she's emptied herself out. Them boxes of food we find can be real bastards if you ain't lucky.
May 12, 2274
Scribe's Note: The Narrator's voice is shaky, rapid, and incomprehensible. Transcription is impossible for this entry. Background sounds indicate that a celebration is occurring.
May 13, 2274
I'm all worn out. Last night was one of them big parties where we get all kinds of chems and booze going. It was great. Couple of raiders from another group were by with some shit to party with, so me and the girls were real busy. They never met Noob yet, so she was getting it a lot.
Looks like their group's gonna get together with us tomorrow and hit a good sized Wastelander settlement. Dingo was all grumpy about it 'til they said there's girls, then he was behind the team-up all the way. I just hope we can get a decent load of chems. It's been tough getting my fix every day without going to Razor. Seems I been getting put on the rack more often lately cause the Med-X ain't so easy to come by as it was. Between you and me, I don't like it half as much as I tell him I do.
May 14, 2274
It's better in here. All the screaming and yelling... Gets on your nerves after awhile, you know? Them raiders pulled through, and we did a number on that settlement. I think I bagged two Wastelander shits myself. The guys grabbed two girls, so they're having a little party downstairs. That's what all the noise is about. I'd watch, but I just get horny, and there ain't a spare dick to be had 'til them girls run outta air.
I got maybe ten doses of Med-X from that place. They were making their own chems and selling them off, so everybody got hooked up good. Lots of caps laying around, too. Not so many guns, though. Kind of weird. There was only maybe ten or so of them, too. Not much of a defense put up.
Anyway, it don't matter. They're all dead now. Except them two girls, that is. Wish they'd shut the fuck up already. It's just dick.
May 15, 2274
Dingo just left. Them Wastelander bitches finally died from all the fucking, and now it's back to business as usual. It was kind of nice, actually. Didn't mind it much. I got to messing around with this Pip-Boy some more, and found a couple radio signals. Mostly just ham stuff. We're too far away to pick up Galaxy, and nobody wants to listen to that Enclave bullshit. One of the ham signals sounded promising, though. Some dumb Wastelander asshole asking for help. If I know Razor, that's too sweet a deal to pass up.
May 17, 2274
Had a great haul from that whiner this morning. The little fuck was sitting on a mess of chems. Razor was in a good mood, so we all got extras. Even me and Noob. The boys got real frisky soon as we got back, so it's been one after another for us girls for hours. Figured it was worth using one of my two Med-Xs; that kept me going. Dingo got whacked out on Jet and freaked. Knocked Roxy around something awful. Angela's patching her up. Chuck was pissed cause the Wastelander was a guy all by his lonesome. Sorry, Chuck – no pussy. I laughed my ass off the whole time he was making that guy wish he had tits and a cunt.