...
bend over.
Been a scooch busy this weekend moving my crazy granny around
and watching really crap movies on cable.
on the upshot
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The other day I was playing Fallout 3.
I shot a ghoul (feral radiation infected zombie) and looted his corpse and found a teddy bear on his corpse
I thought to myself
why would a hissing, snarling, dried out inhuman husk ....
I teared up a little.
It was bad enough blowing megaton straight to hell for a fist full of dollars and a snifter of brandy.
This...
was this just survival?
I pulled the trigger.
I splattered his face and dirty, pointy teeth all over the wall
reloaded
crouched down
and picked his meager rags of all valuables
only to discover he only had the one...
The bear would've barely covered the cost of the shotgun shell. Commodities and sentiment have no place in the wastes. Carry food, carry water, carry chems, carry armor, carry guns, carry bullets
carry a knife when (not if) you have none of the others.
I picked it up and took it home, picked the bits out of it and placed it reverantly on my bed.
The Vault Boogey man ...
Scared, well armed child.
Did I break character?
Or is even the despot of Paradise falls capable of being a human for one disintegratingly vulnerable moment?