From the journals of St. Rev. Dr. McPunch, Dweller, Vault 76
“Reclamation day” my entire ass. The vault has everything we need, and I’ve spent most of my life in it! Everyone else was in a hurry to get out and see the world. I’ll tell you what you’ll see: a fat lot of nothing. How could there be anything to see? Twenty years isn’t nearly enough time to clear the rads. But I’m running out of food, and I’m going to have to go out there eventually. Might as well be on my terms.
Of course once you go outside, the door closes behind you. Nothing to it but to do it I guess.
Couple of girls standing near the vault entrance. “A real dweller, gosh!” I’m as shocked as they were. There’s still people out here? Guess there’s some sort of rumor going ‘round about treasure, and some people think it’s the vault. Hate to break it to you, nothing in there. I bet it shut down the instant the last dweller (that’s me, hi,) left. But there’s people, and not just people from the vault. That’s got to be something, right?
Found the remnants of a farm not far down the hill, and a group of people calling themselves the Responders. They traded some basic supplies for a little help. I don’t mind playing a bit of gopher for some chems and clean water. The bad news? I guess there’s a cult? That worships the Mothman?! I ran some supplies for the Responders up the hill to another group calling themselves the Brotherhood. Bunch of tightwads, but caps is caps.
Never thought I’d see it, but someone left a Power Armor frame down at the farm. Just hanging out, free for the grabbing. It’s been stripped for parts, so nothing more than a frame and a bit of juice to keep it moving. I wonder if I can find the missing parts?
There was a call for help out of the South, something about a robot? I’ll tell you, it was the most people I’ve seen in one place since Reclamation Day. Mostly vault dwellers like myself, several with fully-functional sets of Power Armor. And me with my Little Slugger covered in razor blades. Oh well. I’m not really sure that I was much help, but there was definitely a robot. Wearing a sheep? It was confusing. But I got some more caps and chems for my trouble.
Overseer left a trail to follow, which has taken me to a little town called Flatwoods. Looks like it used to be a base of some kind for the Responders. I guess I’m formally a Volunteer now? At least that’s what the computer’s saying. There’s basically nobody left to confirm it, just one other random lady and her dog. Doesn’t seem like she knows much about it either. I did some tests, cooked a burger, and stole anything not nailed down to the floor. It looks like they called everyone back to a place called Morgantown’s airport. I’ll have to go check that out at some point.