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To the Guy I murdered at the Billings Farmstead...I'm NOT Sorry.
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Finally...For once after the bombs fell I felt normal again. I found a quaint little farm just off the Ohio River that reminded me of my grandparents. Nice two story white house...lots of open land, a few out buildings scattered about, heck it even smelled like home. Like anywhere now, the Gouls and Scorched needed to be cleared out, and once that was finished I saw a vision of what this could be.

My Farm.

I repaired the work bench and got to it. Priority one...protection. I threw up turrets in every direction...I can't sleep any more with out the whir of their little motors. Next some extractors to work the land. Tests showed I would be pulling lots of Copper and Gold! Heck who needs farming now! Took be a bit to get the generators running but once powered up the giant mechanical beasts roared to life. Soon enough I'd be swimming in copper and gold!

To think, now, Bottle caps are worth more...

Nothing to do now but let these marvels of engineering do their thing, so I check my map. I hear there is work to be found at the power plant to the south...So I head that way.

I dunno how long I was there but between the Scorched, Radiation, and all the repairs that needed done I lost track of time...until my pipboy started buzzing... "Homestead Under Attack!!" I pull up my camera feed expecting gouls...and find a fellow settler...DESTROYING EVERYTHING! "Bounty issued for McDoucherson...100caps!" the number climbs as I watch the chaos...My rage boils. I rush Home as fast as possible.

I arrive in the barn to the north, smoke and flames pouring out of the extractors I so carefully built. Fires dot the fields where my turrets once stood. "I thought this place was safe...I thought this could be home...how stupid". I thought to myself as I process the monster that could do this...and then the shots ring out POP....POP....POP.

They wake me from my confused state...and like a beacon for my rage I see him, shooting my final extractor. POP....POP...POP. His shots hide the noise of me sneaking up on him....I get right behind him. So easily I could just snap his neck and be done with this problem...no...he needs to suffer...He has taken my dream from me. I strike up my lighter and ignite the rag on the end of a bottle. I toss the volatile cocktail at the assailant and watch the chaos ensue. Scared to death, and on fire, he begins running like a scared beast. Another cocktail flies through the night and crashes at his feat. I'm beginning to smell the flesh burning...I feel...A little better.

He can't decide between self preservation or stopping this unspeakable horror that will be haunting him til he dies...in a state of panic he begins firing off wild shots. He can't seem to hit anything so I pull out Baby. A barbed all-star bat I've had since I was in the vault, It's going to be personal. I vaguely remember being shot, and the hollow sound of baby crashing into his skull. I do remember coming too and hes there, at my feat, a bloody scorched mess, begging for forgiveness. I light up a final Maltov and throw it up...It glides through the night in slow motion, almost silent...I watch every second of it...I was so close that the heat from the fire made me start to sweat.. The smell of burning crops and flesh relentlessly attacked my senses...The final screams of a man that deserved to die...It was invigorating.

Once the flames died down I looted the corpse hoping for some water and found a metric ton of useful stuff. Ha. Better take all this before the raiders show up. Took it all and bolted...I guess I'll have to find another spot to call home...and Give up on my dream of being normal ever again...that's not the way it is anymore..I have to be like them If I want to survive...Kill or be killed I guess....

To the man that burned my farm to the ground. I cashed in your 200 cap bounty...and I have all your stuff. I'm going to come back and use your body for fertilizer.

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Seriously tho...I can't have a public workbench for 10 minutes! I just want 10 minutes!!! ...Where ya'll hiding all these nice people and fun lets work together stories?!

This game is too much fun.

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