It started like any other day. Lincoln 18 awoke at 9am sharp and tried to remember a strange dream he'd had. A girl was leaning over him◊
and whispering things to him. It made Lincoln feel a little dirty, so after waking up and putting on his vault suit, he went and polished his hat for a while. That always made him feel better.
Class time. The other kids were teasing him. They always did. "Stinky Linky! Stinky Linky! Picks his nose and finds a pinky!" they would sing, over and over again until Lincoln would imagine their heads exploding like balloons full of ketchup. Today he did just that. After several second contemplating how nice ketchup is, Lincoln got up and left. Out in the hallway the childrens' jeers were starting to die away. Lincoln gave a sigh and began to wander back to his room. But alack! In a thin hallway, he encountered Officer Hannon.◊
The two men did that little 'oh bugger I'm in the way' dance. There was an awkward pause. Lincoln stared at his feet. He felt sick and a little dizzy, the kids' taunts still ringing in his ears. Everything◊ went◊ red.◊
When the haze lifted, everyone was dead.◊
A powerful urge to vomit rose in Lincoln's gut, followed quickly by a powerful urge to barbeque. He wondered if it was right to eat his friend's bodies. He wondered if they would mind. Above all, he wondered if Officer Mack would be better with ketchup or mayo.
After crying for about an hour and then feasting like a king, Lincoln realised that the vault was completely out of condiments. He new little of the outside world, but old maps put a 'super duper mart' nearby. Maybe they had ketchup? It was worth a shot. And so Lincoln 18 pushed the console to open the vault door, and prepared to step out into the wasteland.◊ What's the worst that could happen?◊
Twenty minutes, five exploding cars and a snazzy new outfit later, Lincoln stumbled across a certain something jutting from the desert sand. It looked like a city◊
. Maybe they knew where the super duper mart was.
The inside of the town looked disappointing. There would clearly be no ketchup here◊
. Lincoln sighed and prepared to leave when he was approached by the stupidest looking hat he'd ever seen.◊
Clearly, this man was a master of the way of the hat. Awestruck by the sheer sillyness, Lincoln let the man finish his introduction and wander off again. So enraptured had Lincoln been that he'd only caught salient words. "Moriarty's Saloon"? There was a likely looking building in the distance, so Lincoln set off.
The dingy pub was yet another disappointment. Not a hat to be seen. Or was there? A man in the corner waved Lincoln over. His name was Mr. Burke◊
, and he had a proposition.
Right. A choice for you guys. For those who haven't played the game it goes like this. The town we're in (Megaton) has a giant undetonated nuke in the centre. It's a public attraction, although very much live. Mr. Burke will give us a decent amount of money, a nice apartment and huge negative karma to detonate the bomb and kill everyone in the town. Or
, we could hand him in to the sheriff and get good karma, no caps, and a cosy little house in Megaton.
Whatever will Lincoln do? With which hat will he side? Will he spare the town and hope to get on the Sheriff's good side? Will he visit tenpenny tower (Burke's hangout) to see which place has the greatest hat concentration? Will he kill Burke and
the Sheriff and steal their hats? The choice is up to you.
edited 22nd Sep '09 4:57:44 AM by polymphus