A country is spying? It's using it's embassies to spy? Countries without nuclear capability don't want their mutual neighbor to get its hands on nuclear weapons? How is anyone surprised by any of this?
Clearly a report written by esteemed whistle blower Captain Obvious.
You sent me off to Vault 92, but oh no, it wasn't that easy. I had to travel TO THE MIDDLE OF D.C. first. I had to break into a god damned super mutant fortress. Those bastards nearly shot my arm off! And don't forget about the droids! The Mr. Gutsies, the sentry bots, the robobrains, and the protectetrons. At least the robobrains had a cute voice. The lasers though, those weren't cute at all. Not at all. And then I got to the records, found the location of the vault, and had to bust my post-apocalyptic behind across the wretched wastes.
And when I got there, was it all fun and games? Did I arrive to find some kind of chorus of angels, whose musical talent had been preserved in an underground fortress? Surprise! I fought bloatflies, mirelurks, and even a damn king. I got clawed at, magic mirelurk king circled at, and spat at, and it was very acidic spit, I'll have you know. Burned right through the vault wall. You wretched, old hag; I did all of that for one lousy violin that could be reproduced with some fungus? God damn you, woman. God damn you.
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A country is spying? It's using it's embassies to spy? Countries without nuclear capability don't want their mutual neighbor to get its hands on nuclear weapons? How is anyone surprised by any of this? Clearly a report written by esteemed whistle blower Captain Obvious.
that my "deliciousirony" tag wasn't accepted.
You sent me off to Vault 92, but oh no, it wasn't that easy. I had to travel TO THE MIDDLE OF D.C. first. I had to break into a god damned super mutant fortress. Those bastards nearly shot my arm off! And don't forget about the droids! The Mr. Gutsies, the sentry bots, the robobrains, and the protectetrons. At least the robobrains had a cute voice. The lasers though, those weren't cute at all. Not at all. And then I got to the records, found the location of the vault, and had to bust my post-apocalyptic behind across the wretched wastes. And when I got there, was it all fun and games? Did I arrive to find some kind of chorus of angels, whose musical talent had been preserved in an underground fortress? Surprise! I fought bloatflies, mirelurks, and even a damn king. I got clawed at, magic mirelurk king circled at, and spat at, and it was very acidic spit, I'll have you know. Burned right through the vault wall. You wretched, old hag; I did all of that for one lousy violin that could be reproduced with some fungus? God damn you, woman. God damn you.
Bam bam! Bam bam bam!