Prologue

Chances & Choices

It's a cold morning. Colder than usual. Was someting finally going to change?
Was it possibe that the earth adapted from the way it has been treated the last couple of hundred years?
Probably not... 5 o clock in the morning and I have slept terribly.
It's probably just my body still in state of recovery.
As I look at the housing of my 10mm pistol I notice that it's in a state of disrepair.
I should have known that this day would come.

I am in need of a new 10mm Pistol, silenced if possible. All that I have left now is my hunting rifle.
It's in good shape though, but it seems I never get used to the thing.
Too bad that I got just 16 rounds left.
The attack on the Super Mutants has worn me down, physically and Technically.

I was an idiot to think that I would've come out of that battle with a large pile of ammo and a big smile on my face.
All I have left now is 6 stimpacks, 3 frag grenades, my left arm in a crippled state and in need of .32 ammo or a new gun.
I'm too affraid of using the stimpacks for my left arm. I might need them for something a bit more serious.
It's not that big of a problem anyway since I'm right-handed.

If I just could neutralize that raider camp in the south.
After keeping an eye on them for a few days, I think I now enough about them without revealing myself.
But I'm in big trouble if they notice me. I have to attack the camp today, or pack my things and find my luck elswhere.
What am I thinking about, going back in the wastes with just 16 rounds? I would be dead within the week.
I'm still trying to come up with a better solution, but there is none. The desicion has already been made.
There is no choice. I will just have to make the best out of it.

I stroke my hair one more time, only to find a grey hair on my hand.
It's the stress I'm telling you. All those suicide actions must be bad for my health.
That, and the gallons of radiated water I've been drinking.
There hasn't been a decent bit of water to drink since the last time I've visited Warren.

12 Raiders armed to the bone, against a worn down wasteland survivor with a bad temper.
I almost feel sorry for them.
I'm looking in the distance as I turn off Three Dog's GNR.
A bit repetative, but it keeps the morale up.

Review in less than 5 words:

Not bad at all.

Woah, posted exactly 4 am.

Attack & Decay


As I take a last bite of my Salisbury Steak, I go over the one man's suicide plan one last time.
Salisbury Steak, it tastes terrible, but always reminds me of home.
Ready to gear up I guess. There are no more excuses left, and it's getting pretty dark, so I have to hurry.

Damn this helmet, much too big for my head. I think Crow sold me this on purpose, so when I trade it back for a smaller one, he can get more caps of me.
As I head out for the camp, I give a last kick to one of those damn tin cans. Those things always get stuck on my feet in some way.
Now that I think about it, someone should do something with those things. There are thousends of 'em lying around. You could make a bomb out of it or something...

Okey got to focus, the front gate's in sight. Those dumb raiders made a one entrance camp.
Good enough for me, that way no-one can escape while I'm emptying my magazine on them.
That reminds me. I'd better be carefull with my use of ammo.

The fences of the camp are made of old parts of cars and houses. You can't see a thing through there.
Excellent, gives me the chance to sneak up from the side.
As I look around the corner of the entrance, I see 4 raiders on a table shouting and drinking Vodka and Nuka cola Quantum... Fancy, they must be celebrating something.
They are my first victims. I don't have any stealthy weapons, so I might as well get in there with a bang.

I get a frag grenade out of my pocket, pull the pin out with my teeth and roll it towards the table.
They're shouting so hard that they don't here a thing.

The grenade explodes, two of the raiders get the full blow, one gets his arm torn off and the third, the third?
Something strange happens, as he just took a sip of his quantum, the whole bottle explodes. Purple flames everywhere, licking their victims to death.
It's like those communistic firework things, but better!

As the bodies are burning I run towards the right side. No time to watch the pretty flames, the whole gangs alarmed now.
Three raiders are running right towards the pile of havoc that I just created.
This is easy, I pop a bullet right in the first raider's head. The second one is a bit more difficult, takes me 3 rounds to finish him.
Six more to go. They won't be as easy as the ones before. I'm exposed, might as well turn on GNR.
A bit repetative, but it keeps the morale up.

very good, im not usualy a fan of the first person present perspective but it works well with your style of writing. i realy hope you can continue

Arrogance & Empty magazines


Six more to go with twelve bullets and two grenades. It's going better than I've expected.
They're shouting things at each other, I can't really make out the sentences.
Wait, did he just said "rocketlauncher"? where the hell did they get one of those from?
I'm hiding behind an old piece of metal board, That isn't going to save my life if he fires one of those rockets.
Cautiounesly raising my eyes above the board, trying to find him.
There he is, holding a rocketlauncher, loaded and ready to fire. He hasn't seen me yet.
Our eyes meet. He raises The launcher. Pushes the button.

As I hear the sissing sound of the rocket leaving the launcher, I look to my left.
With all the power in my legs I'm running towards the table that fell over from the earlier grenade attack.
When I think I can make it, I'm going for the jump. At the same moment the rocket hits the board.
I'm landing on my bad arm. It hurts, but I'm still alive.

This guy has to die before he can reload that damn launcher of his.
No matter how many bullets it takes, he's going down within the next 5 seconds.
I get up with my hunting rifle in my right hand. I fire, I reload, I fire, I reload, I fire, I reload.
I'm using it as a single handed weapon, reloading with my left hand. No accuracy at all, but at least it goes fast.
3 seconds and 5 bullets later, the guy lies down on the floor.

Still hiding behind the table, I look around me for anything usable.
There it is, a 10mm pistol. No muffler, but I can't complain.
The pistol was from the Quantum guy. I try to pick it up but it's smoking hot.
Nothing to cool it off with, I guess I'll have to wait.

Still keeping my eye on the enemy, I detect movement.
Two of the bastards are taking a go for the rocketlauncher.
They probably have backup fire, so I decide to throw in the last two grenades blind.
They land, the raiders try to jump away, but they trapped between the two grenades.
The grenades explode, parts flying everywhere.

Okey, time for a recount. Still 5 to go. I have no grenades and 6 rounds. This is going great, if i was planning to die today...
I'm trying to get a indication of their positions. There's one, and another. Wait they're moving. They're going straight for me!
Time to use this weapon how it's supposed to be used. No mistakes now, I have to get them all with a headshot.
I get up, start to aim, BAM! headshot, BAM! headshot, bullets flying everywhere. One hits the side of my combat helmet. He just shot my helmet of my head!
That was a close one, but there's no time to think about that. BAM! headshot, One more to go.
As I'm aiming for the last guy I notice something different, I can't beleive it.
Where did they get all this stuff from? He's wearing a metal helmet,
He's wearing a ******* metal helmet!

No way I can get a bullet through there. I have to go through his armor. Raiders armor, fancy but weak.
I fire my last three rounds aiming for the hart. One or two of them hits, I don't know for sure, but he goes down allright.
He lands on his knees, falling forward to the ground. Another one bites the dust.
It was a close one, but I made it. Look at them, all four faced down on the floor.
Kind of makes you feel sorry for th.....all four? FOUR!?

There must be still one left. But where?
A terrible laughter comes from behind the bar. "you ain't get me as easy as you got them"
It's a true clich?, the last one left, the boss with his big talk.
No ammo at all, and face to face against the baddest raider of the group.
"You don't know who you're dealing with!"
You don't know who you're dealing with, he says.
I just killed eleven of his comrades, and he's telling me that I don't know with who I'm dealing with.
I tell you, those raiders, they haven't got one bit of respect at all...

He's emptying a magazine of ammo against my fine metal table.
As soon as he's finished shooting, I pop out my head and take a look for what I'm dealing with.
It's not good. He's wearing a Talon company Combat armor, almost impenetrable. And on top of that he's wearing one of those fine metal helmets.
Those must have been on sale. He's armed to the bone. He's even wearing one of those fancy grenade belts.
I think I have only one option, and only one chance.
That 10mm pistol is lying there still, right next to me.
I turn off the radio, time to concentrate.

My adrenaline's pumping, this is going to hurt.
As the raider boss is still reloading I pick up the pistol.
It's burning in my hand, everything goes slow motion.
I get up once more, hopefully for the last time today.
The boss thinks he's invulnarable and hasn't bothered to reload behind the bar.
The burning continues. I hope that my quantum raider friend carried a loaded weapon.
I hold my breath, start to aim, only one chance.
I pull the trigger, the burning continues.

I never knew bullets could go this slow.
It hits the target, The raider boss explodes, I drop the pistol.
It's over. I spit on my hand to ease the pain and get out my pack of sigarets.
I light one and look around me to witness the mess I have created, but it was worth it.
This reminds me of the good old days with Jericho.
Well, at least until he tried to steal my last pack of sigarets.

I take a seat on one of the chairs and turn on GNR
A bit repetative, but it keeps the morale up.

very good again, is the final scentence about GNR going to be a repetetive theme. its a good way to end, but it relies on your character being in a position to turn the radio on at the end of every post. keep up the good work.

That's why my last post is that long.
But it's something with wich i can hold on to.

Thanks for the positive reactions ^_^

New post any time soon?

To quote Tayroc, not bad at all.

Trying to post sometime soon.
But my PC at home has given up on me...
So I'll go and have to see if I can find a PC somewhere

Salvages and Scariness

As I'm saluaging through the remains of my victims, I notice that I've been a bit to careless in the fight.
Most of the armors are too damaged from the explosions. That's nasty, I really could have used a fine piece of Talon Company armor.
That TC stuff is superb. I once heard a guy saying that it's all custom made in one of their bunkers.
Maybe I should round up some of my old friends to raid one of those bunkers.
It would make one hell of a stronghold, and maybe we could do some good in the world in a compensation for the old days.

As my mind is wondering through the idea of an army of justice, I collect the last piece of salvage there is to find.
50 10mm rounds, a few dozen .32, a fancy metal helmet, a few stimpacks, an unhealthy amount of buffout
and a 10mm pistol with a strange purple glow on it.
I think I'll call it my quantum pistol. Got a nice ring to it.

In the corner of my eye I notice a hatch behind the bar. I guess it's some sort of basemant entry.
I did wonder where, all of a sudden, that boss came from. I gently open up the hatch and take a peek inside.
It's pretty dark, and even worse, it smells like wet dog...
I'm turning on my pip-boy light, and take a hold of my quantum pistol.

It's huge! my light can't even reach the end of the tunnel. This is a bad idea, someone could spot me from a mile,
and I can't see a damn thing. Off goes the light, and off goes the radio.
This isn't really comfortable either, and I have a feeling that I'm not alone.
I pull myself together and go forwards. After all these years, still affraid of the dark.
It's not the dark that I'm affraid of, it's the things in the dark that I can't see.

There isn't a draft or anything. This tunnel has only one entrance, so if I have to start running, I'd best run back.
All of a sudden I'm starting to hear mumbling sounds in the distance. I can't be making this up, can I?
I'm tightning the grip around my pistol and slowly begin to move forwards.
after a while I'm starting to hear the sound of my own steps reflect of a wall in front of me.
It must be the end of the tunnel. The mumbling sound is starting to build up.
I don't know what it is, but it's really close now.

I swallow once, turn on my pip-boy light and squeese my eyes together.
The bright light is blinding for a second, then I start to see three shapes, I start to point my gun at them.
The shapes start moving epilapticly, trying to avoid the gun pointing at them.
Then I see it. These shapes are people, gagged and tied up people. They're prisoners of the raiders.

It all makes sense. These prisoners are from the talon company.
That's not bad at all. I'm starting to feel like my old self again.
I think I'll have a nice chat with them.
When I pull the gag of one of them. The first thing he say is "Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
So I kill him.
I put my hands around his head, and make a hard twist.

The other two scream as hard as they can. There's not much sound coming from them, as they are still gagged.
I love it when I'm in charge. I light on a cigarette and turn on the radio.
Damn, no reception at all. Must be that tunnel.
Could have used a bit of GNR.
A bit repetetive, but it keeps the morale up.

Good, but how you spell sigaret you spell like cigarette

Offcourse... My english isn't perfect yet. I'm from the Netherlands, so excuse me for any weird gramatic spellings

With the constant breaks, one or two sentences on each line, and the style of your writing it, almost sounds poetic.

When i just skimmed the comments, the GNR thing seemed lame, but it is a nice little addition.

Continue with this for as long as you can.

Incinerations & Interrogations

Well then, I guess they know now that I'm not playing around.
I tell them not to make another sound. They respond with a small nod.
I take another good look at them, and notice that one of the two must be a rookie.
He probably just joined the TC, one of his most regretted decisions.

I made up my plan, and start to move in the direction of the more experienced guy.
He's trying to keep a straight face as I come closer.
I turn off the radio, inhale the smoke of my cigarette one last time, and throw it away.

I remove his gag, and ask what his name is.
"Ted" he says. "Well then Ted" I say "I'm only going to ask you once."
"Where is your HQ Ted?" I allready know that he's not going to give me the answer,
but the rookie will. Especially when I shoot Ted in the kneecaps.
Ted tells me to go **** myself. I aim for his kneecap and pull the trigger.

Something happens that normally doesn't happen.
the purple flames from my Quantum pistol surround the bullet and follow it to it's target,
making Ted to go up in flames. I don't remember the gun do that before, but maybe I'm mistaken.
Well, so much for the interrogation.

As Ted burns down to ashes, I turn over to the rookie.
There's a tear sliding down on his face. I'm starting to feel sorry for him.
"Ok rookie, here's the deal" I tell him. "You tell me where the HQ is, and I'll let you live."
He gives another nod, and I take off his gag.
When he opens his mouth, there isn't much sense coming out of him.
I can't understand a word he's saying. He looks down and gives a sigh.

He looks at me again, and opens his mouth. Then I see it. He has no tongue.
Well that's solved pretty quick. I open the map on my pip-boy, and hold it in front of his face.
He points out to a place in the far east. I save the location, and start to untie the rookie.
"No funny business" I tell him.
He might be of some use to me, so I decide to take him with me.
He's a young man, his dreams are not lost yet.

As I ask what his name is, I remember he can't talk.
"Well then, I guess you need a name right?"
He looks at me puzzled, not knowing how to react at this.
"How about 'Roo'? Short for rookie." He's still looking slightly confused but gives a nod.
I still feel a bit sorry for him. "Here, this might cheer you up a bit."
I turn on the radio. "Galaxy News. It's a bit repetetive, but it keeps the morale up."

As we leave the tunnels, the sun is already setting up.
The fresh air surrounds me. I take in a big heap of air, and tell the kid to find some suitable armor.
There's some left from the raider fight. He takes an old mercenary outfit and puts it on.
I take a look in the distance and know that this is the start of a whole new adventure.

Very imaginative with the pistol idea more please

I've read a few Fallout Fanfics, and even more TES one (Which tbh are generally better) and I have only ready one Fallout Fanfic that i enjoyed more than this.

Very nice

Travels & Tellings

Back in the open air again. I must admit, I feel much better here, then I was in the tunnels.
Something about it that makes me lose control. Claustrofobia they call it. I think it's just common sense.

Roo's still very quiet. even for someone who hasn't got a tongue.
He hasn't even try to look at me. Well I guess it's normal. I did just killed 2 of his mates back there.
At least he's not rebellic. He cares too much for his own life for that.
I get my stuff and signal him to follow. We're headed north, to an old friend of mine.

The road isn't that dangerous. Every now and then Roo's giving out a weird screech that's telling me that there's a creature coming for us.
Mostly Bloatflies and Mole rats. Nothing funnier than seeing a Mole Rat run in circles when caught on fire. Purple fire.
I could swear I even saw Roo give a little smile now and then.

Every few hours we stop for something to eat and drink. The purified water rations are going pretty quick now that there's two of us.
Although the mole rat meat tastes pretty good. I don't even have to set up a fire to roast it. It even tastes sweeter when roasted 'Quantum' style.
While we're eating, I ask Roo how he's communicating. He waves with his hands. "Do all those TC guys know that sign language then?"
He responds with a no. Just two or three of them he signals.
The more I 'talk' with Roo, the more I get the feeling that he didn't join the TC voluntaraly.

The next few days are about the same. We mostly travel by road and every now and then we stop by an abandoned house to rest.
some of them houses a few lost raiders, but they don't seem to give much sport.
Every night before we go to sleep, I tie Roo up. But I think he understands.
Then finally, we start to reach the end of the line.

There it is. An old power station. It has a few turrets on either sides, and a access console at the front door.
"I actually installed those turrets." Roo's giving me an impressed look.
When we come closer to the building, a voice is coming through the speakers on top of the building.
"Identify yourselves on the console or be shot within 10 seconds."
I walk up to the console and type the same password I installed in there a couple of years ago.

Warren knowing, he didn't take the time to change it.
I was right. the door unlocks and the voice invites us in.
Once inside there's a Mister Gutsy butler waiting for us. "Tell warren that his old friend arrived" I tell him.
Gutsy responds with a friendly "Yes sir!" but when he dissapears in the distance, I can still hear a "Not that I really want to".

The place still looks the same as it did when I left here. But a bit more messy I guess.
Roo looks around him with fascination. The whole place is covered with chemicals, tubes, springes and other science stuff.
After a few minutes A man comes up to us. He has a broken pair of glasses on his face, a bald head and a big mustage. If he was a member of the
mustage club, he'd probably have the highest class. His white overcoat is covered with all kinds of colorfull stains.

He gives another good look at me and gives a shout. "Barren! I thought you were dead!"
Barren... I havent heard anyone say my name in months.
"Well, I'm not." I tell him. "Just been away for a few years, trying to figure out what's the meaning of it all."
"Fascinating" he says, "And did you get any wiser?"
"Well yeah, actually. That's why I came to you Warren."

"Well, first things first!" replies Warren. "You guys are probably exausted. Let's go to the lab. I'll give you a small update on what I've been doing."
I know exactly what Roo is thinking: "Wait... this WAS'T the lab yet!?".
We follow warren to his lab. In the distance I hear the radio.
"Isn't it fascinating, radio" Warren says. "All this radioactive waste, and here we are listening to radio active waves."
I have no idea what he's talking about.
"I always liked to listen to the radio you know. It keeps your morale up.
Too bad it's so repetetive." Warren walks to the radio and turns down the volume.

Okey, I'm about to write a next chapter, but can you guys give me a bit of feedback on my writing style before I continue?

no need, its good already.

Questions & Explosions

As Warren shows us around the lab, I'm trying to think of a way to get Warren out of his lab.
We could use someone like him. He's got great scientific inventions, but above that, he's also a great doctor.
That reminds me; maybe he can look at my arm when he's done talking.

Warren shows his latest invention. It's a perfume that makes animals like you basically."
He shows us a tiny perfume bottle. "It's not thinned yet, so be careful not to drop it"
It smells horrible, I can't believe it will actually work, but then again, Warren has shown me wrong before.
I decide that this is the moment to ask him.

"So Warren" I start. "What is it you want Barren?" He replies immediately.
"I can fix that arm, if you want". "No, it's not that."
"I discovered the location of a Talon Company HQ. And I want to put up a team to claim it".
Warren looks at me puzzled. "What do you want to achieve with that?" he asks.

I tell him my causes for doing some good in this world.
"Barren... It’s not your fault Megaton has been blown up".
"It is!" I shout at him "If I got there just an hour sooner, that kid wouldn't have had his way!"
"But no, I just had to start a fight with Colin in his bar!"
"If I hadn't been kicked out, I could have stopped that Burke [censored] from his plans."

Roo looks at me with his eyes wide open.
I decide to go outside and get some air.
They don't understand. I could save Jericho and all the residents.
Off course, he was an [censored] occasionally, but he WAS my friend.
And I just let him die there.

I open the outside door, and take a deep breathe.
All of a sudden I'm face to face with 5 TC Mercenaries.
"ACTIVATE CODE 3154!!!" I yell and haste inside.
The code is to activate the turrets to attack anything in sight.
I slam the door behind me as I hear the turrets starting to shoot.

Warren comes running towards me.
“What is going on?” He asks.
“I think some mercs followed us back here.”
Warren starts thinking. “I do have extra security here,
But they can only be used once. It’s an actual minefield which can be activated once.”

“Then why don’t you activate them?” I ask
“Well, I can’t turn them off, and it’s the last defence we have if the turrets are destroyed.”
I understand Warren’s concerns. He’s not planning on leaving anytime soon,
and he can’t do much without a home security.

I agree to try and take care of them myself. As I approach the door, things get quiet.
They probably destroyed the turrets by now.
I kick the door open and start shooting with my Quantum pistol.
Their armor absorbs the bullets and prevents them from flaming up.
As usual they’re armored to the bone. I can’t get a bullet past it.

As they’re about to return fire, I quickly hide behind the wall.
Warren stays back and keeps an eye on Roo.
Bullets are flying through the door hole hitting multiple glass tubes and chemical cups.
Glass is shattering through the room and they slowly move forwards while shooting.

I can’t do anything. If they reach the door we’re done for.
There’s no other option.
“WARREN, ACTIVATE THE DEFENCES!” I yell so hard that my throat hurts.
He runs as fast as he can to the switch. A bullet hits his side.
Warren gives a hard yell as he pulls the switch.

A mix of screaming and explosions deafens me.
The walls tremble and rubble starts falling down.
A big stone falls down and hits me on my head.
Everything goes black.

Wow, is it just me or did you forget the GNR part in the last segment? Anyway I definitely like your writing style, not many people can pull off a good fic, but even fewer can do it in the present tense. I read this great series a while back that followed the life of a Private Detective that worked in a place called the Nightside. Pretty much it was a first-person account of what happened in a massive city that is the darker image of London. "The Nightside, where it is always 3 in the morning and where man and demon walk side by side." I would definitely suggest that you check it out. Simon Green is a great writer and has the same basic style as you do. Look for Something from the Nightside. Anyway, I'm loving this, keep it up!

The boy & the pip-boy

I open my eyes. Everything's blurry and I feel nauseous.
Roo's bending over me and lies something over my forehead.
It's cool and soothing. The nauseated feeling is leaving me.
"Is Warren all right?" I ask. Roo bent down and starts writing on a piece of paper.
Off course! Warren's got tons of paper lying around here.

Warren's fine, he's sleeping now. You should get some sleep too, you have a large concussion.
By the way, my name is Richard? But Roo is good.
I smile at him. "Thanks". He smiles back.

After a few days lying down, staring at the ceiling and being treated by Roo,
I'm starting to get curious. Maybe it's just boredom or real interest,
but I'm eager to know what's the story of Roo. He did save us, instead of running away, or even killing us.

He comes up at me holding a glass of water, signalling to me to drink it.
I take a hold of the glass and take a sip.
"Where are you really from Roo, I don't believe you're a Talon recruit. What's your story?"
He looks at me, thinks for a second and starts to write.


My Story

I grew up in Megaton with my parents. We had a house there, and everything was quite alright for us.
Then my father got word from his brother who lived in Rivet City. He said they had a chance to open a shop there.
My father was always an ambitious man, so when I was twelve, we packed our belongings and set for Rivet city.

After three days of travel my father set up camp and told my mother to get some firewood.
I heard a scream from the distance and saw my father run towards her voice. I stayed in the camp waiting and waiting.
After three hours they still didn't return. I fell asleep and the next morning I woke up looking at a pair of feet.

The feet were from a slaver. He smiled at me like I have never seen anyone smile before.
His teeth were rotting and he had a scary sparkle in his eyes. I will never forget his face.
He took me with him and we went towards Paradise falls.
I remember him saying something about my future career as a metal worker.

I stayed a week or so in Paradise falls. I stayed there with some other people. An old man took care of me.
I was so confused about everything that I can't remember the most of this.
I can remember a group of Raiders picking us up to go to the north.

We were headed for a train station in the north. We stumbled upon a group of Talon Company mercs, including Ted.
There was a fight, and the TC won easily. Ted told us slaves to stand up, and we did. He started looking at us carefully,
and then he shot almost all of us. Just me and another kid were kept alive.
He took us back to the TC HQ to be trained as soldiers.

Maybe I would be better of as a slave. They didn't really give me a good time. The day I met you, I was on my first scav search.
The Raiders ambushed us and the only weapon I had was a lead pipe. They said that everyone starts off with a lead pipe.
I didn't really believe them.


"That's some story" I tell him, "and there I thought I had a bad childhood".
"I think I can say for curtain that you can be trusted now."
Roo puts up a smile and takes another piece of paper and writes down:
So what happened at Megaton exactly?
He told me his story, so I might as well tell mine.

"Well, I came to pay a visit at Jericho to talk about the good old times.
We went to Moriarity's bar for a drink, and we had a good time.
There was a guy sitting in the corner watching us carefully the whole time.
I forgot about him after a few drinks.

After a few hours, some strange clean looking kid showed up and the guy in the corner,
of who I found out later that he was called Mr. Burke, started talking to him.
I found it all a little suspicious and I thought I heard them talk about the Nuke in Megaton.

At that moment, Moriarity came up to Jericho and told him to pay his drinking debts from the last few days.
Jericho told him he didn't have it right then. Moriarity went crazy and started shouting at Jericho.
I lost my temper with that Moriarity fellow and gave him a smack in the face.

Before I knew it, the sheriff showed up with a shotgun pointed at my nose.
He kicked me out of Megaton and told me to "never come back again". So I left.
I stayed at Big town the next few days. They gave me food and shelter in exchange for security services.

Then after a couple of days, all of a sudden, Megaton blew up in one big mushroom-shaped explosion.
Immediately I started remembering the Kid and that Burke.
At that point I focussed on getting to them, no matter what the cost.
I found out pretty quick that Burke was behind all of this.

So I went to Tenpenny tower. I persuaded the guard that I needed to see Tenpenny.
I asked around a bit, and found out that both Burke and the kid were staying on the top level.
When I got there, I did find the kid. But there wasn't a trace of Burke.

I killed the kid in a way I had never killed anyone before.
Let's say that he could fit in a mug, after I was done with him.
I took his arm with the Pip-boy attached as both a souvenir and a reminder for my big mistake.
I put the arm in a suitcase, and walked out of Tenpenny tower as if nothing had happened.

After that I came to see Warren. He helped me attaching the Pip-boy to my own arm.
Those things are tricky, because it's both technically and biologically at the same time.
After that, I left all that I cared about in search of a meaning in my life."

"But why did you wanted to know all of this?" I ask him.
Because you have a bounty on your head for blowing up Megaton
Roo replied on a piece of paper.
I saw it back at the HQ
It does actually make sense. I never knew why those regulators were after me.