» Sat May 28, 2011 12:11 am When we first met, you were fresh faced and innocent. You had great aspirations to help the burned out hell that was your world just like the two others that I knew who came before you. You used your knowledge of science to save the town of Megaton from the unexploded Atom bomb in the center of the town. You helped the Sherrif when Mr Burke tried to kill him by taking him out first. You only stole when you had to and only then just to get by. When you heard the calling of the military you joined the Alaskan front and fought off the red Chinese army where you found what would be your trademark, the Chinese stealth armor and the Gauss gun.
Then something changed. Something in your very make up and personality just decended into evil. Maybe in was the power you felt when you were taking out enemies from hundreds of yards away unseen in your stealth armor. One pull of the trigger and their heads exploded like melons. Maybe it was the lure of money when you got paid so well for capturing and selling those people into slavery. Maybe it was your reaction to the biggotry and hatred of the residents of Ten Penny Tower and their mistrust of Ghouls. When you slaughtered all 25 residents just so the Ghouls could move in, something inside you broke.
From the ashes of that slaughter rose your true form. You stole at will, you slaughtered innocents without a second thought. Breaking up Flak and Shrapnel by selling Flak into slavery and watching his life partner trek across the wasteland alone just made you laugh with glee. When Clover, your personal slave and follower died suddenly at the hands of a random Super Mutant, you just stripped her body, answered your canabalistic calling by eating her flesh to restore your health and you just moved on without a glance back. You delighted in telling little James Hargrove that his mother was a [censored] and he should run away. You loved helping the old man to end it all by giving him a push off the top of rivet city.
When the escaped slaves approached you to recover the relics of Lincoln, you chose to take his .44 Rifle for your own and ironically kill them all with it instead while wearing his stove pipe hat. Going on the mission for Mr Crowley filled you with joy as you shot all three in the head and stole their keys. After forcing Mr Crowley to tell you the purpose of the keys and the location of the Military base, you used the stolen launch codes and fired off the ICBM's without even a thought as to where they were headed...what did you care? Hopefully, it would just create more human flesh for you to consume.
All I can say is that you are one crazy woman and deserve the title of Scourge of Humanity and you are my most favorite yet.
