Journal Entry 09 - 2289-06-15 - The Pipe is Life is the Summertime Blues.
Even after so many damn nuclear bombs going off twenty-five to thirty six years ago, the explosions did nothing to correct the humidity and heat common in East America's Summer Seasons. Then one day I stumble upon several off these, I can't describe them in simplistic detail. I swear in the name of Jesus Christ, their must be hundreds of these pipes around West Virginia. Who idea was this twenty-five to thirty fucking years ago? What is its purpose. Did Vault-Tec do this shit? Is it another one of their experiments.., fuck if I know. And Why would I want to stick my face and nose over a stream of unidentified gas. I need to scorched, or a ghoul (in case of radioactivity) or a almost human scavenger to satisfy my curiosity.
Edited by Ramke Hrafneldur

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