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The Divide Looking into the distance, my eyes see a place, a valey perhaps, it is even more dire and deadlier than the wasteland itself. The strong restless winds of this forsaken place howl only death and misery. I cannot imagine what can even be alive there, but if there is any lets just hope remain there. They call the place the Divide, some may call it Death Valey a fitting name I guess. But it wasn't always like this, a year? A decade? Or more perhaps, it was an important trade route of west, even there was some outpost or even a settlement there, it was harsh and dangerous, but for the NCR it was important and they keeped safe. Then something happened, explosions several ones and a mere blink the dangerous harsh trade route became an inhabitable death valey, closing all ways to itself, at least thats you hear from the people who live in the wasteland near there. My Pip-boy yelling at me, its beep, showing the dangerous levels of radiation and my old 10mm pistol is probably will not scrath whatever is there, I guess a power armor would be suitable equipment there, but it not really increase the survival chance there.
Not my Minuteman "A not a wise decision was from me, thinking I can take an entire raider gang alone withouth back up, now I alone in the night in a rusty truck preparring them to coming for me. Grabbing my laser musket, make it ready to shot the one who come before me. What made me to do this? Anger? Frustation with the leadership? Mostlikely. The minuteman are nothing more than weak police force, a charity organisation who barely can protect the ones it should. I joined them because I thought we can bring order the chaos filled Commonwealth. The Commonwealth was always a chaotic unorganised shithole to live, ever since I was born and even before that. Stupidly thought the minuteman can make an gorvement and unite the place, but Preston decided differently, he thinks charity and goodwill make the wasteland an better place, and his obsession with settlements, he is streching the resources, and send an entire battalion to protect a most insignifant shack in the wasteland instead uniting the commonwealth as alliance between the settlements and making an gorvement as the minuteman as core. As expected due Prestons leadership and ineffectiveness, I and others decided to make our version of minuteman for an united commonwealth. Due desperation for our goals and dependency for allies, we took some settlements problems and take care in order to join us and make temporaly goverment, however we do not have enough man to deal with them. This led me took this entire raider gang alone. Damn Preston, but my chances are not too bright to survive, even if I do, my fate is unknown especially if I fall in to their hand my fate could be enslavement, death or worse." 2287 March 1, Commonwealth, Claire of the Anti-Preston Group of Minuteman Author notes End
Casino Whore The air filled with smoke and lust, all one can hear the moaning of sex and sound of the gambling, quite common in the casinos of the Mojave wasteland. Gamblers and prostitutes wandering around, one here for gambling, other might not and only intend use a specific service of the casino. Mojave is a harsh place to live, some may choose one of the oldest profession to survive the wasteland, so does Rose. Rose herself is not combat expert, neither a great survialist, but she was gifted in something else, her body. She realised it has value in the wasteland and decided to sell it for caps and use it for her benefit. To her this was better alternative and safer than prospecting or working as farmer as she did it before. Trade caravans for travel, casinos for caps and gambling, trading for food and water or even weapon she use her body as payment. Like now she is whoring herself in a casino, where opposed others she does not mind walking around naked and offer herself, then kneel and blow the client. She feel no shame for that, in her eyes it just simply survival.