Introduction

Congratulations, adventurer you've found my journal. I purposely hid this journal here in this hidden underground shelter near Broadcast Tower KT8 in hopes that someday someone would be brave enough to adventure outside their comfort zone and explore the Capital Wasteland as had. Indeed this hidden underground hideout which once housed Chinese remnant spies is a place most citizens of the Capital Wasteland wouldn't dare venture out to look for given the dangers lurking out here in the Wastes.

My name is Clint, a name which might not register with most, though my several nicknames such as "Vault Dweller", "The Lone Wanderer, "The Messiah of the Wastes", or as Three Dog called me "101" are quite well known, or at least they were in my time. By the way considering where I hid this journal, I figured I'd have been dead for sometime before someone actually found it, so I've written this journal or at least parts of it assuming so. In this journal you will read about some of my adventures, and thoughts on the people and events surrounding my life in the hopes that it could perhaps provide inspiration for you to continue my work on cleaning up the Wastes and doing good for humanity. I lived my life believing that humanity with all of it's flaws and problems was worth saving, and worth fighting for. In my adventures here in the Wastes I've seen many horrors and terrible things such as Raiders, Slavers, Smugglers, The Enclave, and other scum of humanity that it almost made me give up and say "the hell with it, they aren't worth it", but deep down I knew that humanity was worth it. Hopefully, after reading this journal you will feel that same as I did and carry on fighting the good fight.

Bravo! Despite the minor flaws in puncuation, this was a top notch intro.

Vault 101:

The Overseer:

If my time in the Wastes has taught me anything it is that the people of the Capital Wasteland for the most part just want to be left alone. The people of the Wastes by in large enjoy their freedom, and living their lives the way they want to live their lives. Wastelanders have a low tolerance for others trying to run their lives for them, or try to control where they go, or what they do with their time. As is the case, most Wastelander's would not want to live in Vault 101. In deed my time growing up in Vault 101 was no paradise like some may have thought, when in reality it was closer to a prison with a sick, and twisted Overseer as it's Warden. In Vault 101, Overseer Alphonse Almodovar was in a sense a dictator who decided where people lived, and how they lived their lives. In Mr. Almodovar's world of Vault 101, it was his way or the highway though the highway was blocked off by a Vault door made of steel and guarded by men with guns loyal to the Overseer.

Mr. Almodovar is as close to evil as one could get, perhaps his time as overseer had given him such a taste for power and authority that he lost all sense of right and wrong. The day my Father left the Vault to resume his work on Project Purity and my subsequent exodus from the Vault to find him showed the Overseer's true colors. That day, many people like Johnas, Floyd, and the Holdens were killed in the name of the Overseer in his quest to keep people from leaving the Vault, and breaking themselves of his rule. To this day despite my heroic image I firmly believe that if Amata weren't his daughter, Alphonse Almodovar would have met his end at my hands before I left that place. To this day I still don't know how I managed to restrain myself and not kill him that day after seeing him harshly interrogating his own daughter.

Amata:

It always amazed me how a real self-centered, and arogant man like Alphonse Almodovar could produce and raise a daughter so different from himself. Amata was the closest thing to a friend I had growing up in Vault 101, perhaps due to the fact that I was born outside the Vault and brought there by my Father, so in a sense we were outsiders. Perhaps being the Overseer's daughter in a way made Amata an outsider herself which maybe why we were so close growing up in the Vault. It saddens me that are relationship had to end due to the circumstances surrounding my departure from the Vault and her relationship to the Overseer. Ultimately, Amata decided that her loyalty was to Vault and it's residence rather then our friendship. It hurts to think that, but she was right, the needs of the remaining people in the Vault outweighed my own. They needed a leader who actually cared for them, and could lead them to living a productive life outside the Vault and she was the one to do it. Plus, as tough as she was that day she helped me escape the Vault, I couldn't invision her surviving the harshness and cruelty of life in the Captial Wasteland.

to be continued...

I really like how you breathed life into both the Overseer and Amata, especially how in depth you went into the Overseer's mind, offering clues as to why he was such a harsh man that he now is
one minor thing, it's not Johnas, it's Jonas, but for the most part I liked it keep it up!

Its good, but the Lone Wanderer perspective is not so original