"Greeting, I am Johnny, I have quite the way with talking, and I'm not that bad with a rifle when it comes to that either. These are my stories."
"April 5, 2277, I think I should give you a small rundown on whats been going
on.
My father has, in his interest, left the vault, don't know why, but he didn't tell me, Amata, bless her soul, helped me escape the vault. Not much to say, hated the place, and I finally got to get out, though I wish it wasn't because of something as serious as my dad leaving."
"This world is fucking huge!"
"After a couple minutes of staring at the world that lay ahead of me, I realized two things.
A. The overseer was a giant fucking liar, there was no giant scorpion to stare me in the face.
B. There was something magical, quiet, and amazing about this place.
I saw a road and followed it, and found this creepy robot."
"What."
"It was speaking about some President Eden, apparently, the government is still working, I wish I was joking...
I found some Nuka Cola too, drank one, quite flavorless and fizzed out, but I found a town while vomitting from it."
It was made of airplanes.
So I ran to the town, not much to say besides that..."
-End journal entry
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