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[mrfluke]

Abe's intro to fallout 4

Know how Nate has a intro explaining shit at the start of fallout 4? I've kinda made 2 versions of that for Abe, so wanted to post it here:

Version 1: War. War never changes. Fuck, everytime I hear that, makes me annoyed, but it's true. I've been around for roughly a decade now, from D.C, Reno, Pitsburg and the Mojave. And everytime, I see the same. Let's face it, the world is fucked. Got fucked Two hundred and tenish years ago, and not alot of aftercare for it. And in that mess, you got people picking up the pieces to either remake the world in their 'better' image or burn the ash. Suppose it was the same back prewar too. Bunch of fucks hopped up on power and dreams, either to be on top, knock the pillars down, or just to make the sun a little brighter when it rose. I've seen it, been in it. I don't know how much of my story is true, but I've had a hand in a few shindigs as of late. When I was 19, I left my vault, then went on a crusade to find my dad. Ended up destorying the enclave and cleaning the water of the Capital. Yes, I am that 'crazy kid from Vault 101.' Man I miss Three Dog. After that, I don't remember why I left D.C. Wanted to explore? Or grew disallusioned with it all? I'm fuzzy on the details, I can't lie. What years of drug abuse and psychosis does to you. And, well, getting shot in the head. And your brain partially cut out. Then getting fully scooped out. Shit, I'm rambling. Point is, I've been around, and I'm, what, 29 now? I know this is meant to be a vacation, and I know it's likely paranoia. But I wouldn't be surprised if I end up in another pile of shit. Cause War… War never changes.

Version 2: War. War never changes. It doesn't matter what man thinks of war, though. It was here, waiting for us. The ultimate trade waiting for it's best producer, buyer and pimp. I'm sure you're well aware of how in 2077, the world got engulfed in fire and ash, and how in the years after everything started to rebuild. And I'm sure you know how there were wars during that too. The vault dweller? A one man war against the master. That tribal from back then? A war against the enclave. And then, there was me. Wanderer, Courier, Survivor. I've had a few titles with my legends. Back in '77, I left the vault to search for my dad, and I found him… lost him again. Killed the enclave after that, and doubt much was left in the ash. After that, I traveled. Pitsburgh, Point Lookout. Even went to space bielieve it or not. Then Reno, the Divide, Utah and the Mojave. Ended up getting my brains blown out there. And while I don't remember exactly what I did, I think it turned out ok. Anyway, I was rambling. Point is, I've been around, and while my name ain't in the history books most people have heard of me. D.C, the Mojave and everything next to them have tried to kill me, yet I'm still standing. But you're probably wondering, why am I heading to the commonwealth? Well to tell you the truth, I'm taking a vacation. I've got a very special intrests with vaults, and what they were doing. And I met this fella called Zimmer talking about some sort of 'institute' there. Seemed like good enough reasons for me to check them out, and hopefully have a nice, peaceful retirment. But knowing my luck, and knowing how fate seems to push me into things being the second coming of christ… War never changes.