» Tue Aug 09, 2011 12:34 am I was finnaly finished. The cyrostasis chamber was complete. Vault-Tec would pay me millions for it. The chambers would be distributed throughout the U.S.'s vaults.
But-there was a problem. Before the chambers could be distributed, the bombs fell. A loud boom shook my house. I rushed to the chamber, taking my custom 9mm pistol, Maria. It reminds me of my wife, back home. In a hurry, I randomly chose the number of years I would stay. I chose 300. The years seemed to pass like minutes. Exept, on the 204th year, someone pulled my chamber out of the rubble. Someone I would have a personal grudge with for the rest of my life. He pried my chamber open, and startd yelling questions about a "Platinum Chip". He snatched my custom pistol from my hands. You guessed it-Benny. Even the famous Courier hates him. Benny dissapeared into the wastes, leaving me in the rubble. I rose from the chamber, observing my surroundings. I could make out a lone figure in the distance. I cautiously approached the figure.
