@Suzu Albert: "They promised shelter from the upcoming nuclear war, but weren't really expecting one or used the people inside for horrible experiments. Like Vault 43: Populated by twenty men, ten women, and one panther.
Or Vault 106: the overseer instructed the vault to be filled with colorless psychoactive drugs into the air filtration system exactly 10 days after the door was sealed. The drugs caused hallucinations which led to all of the vault residents' insanity.
Or one that made me uneasy to enter VR for a long time, Vault 112: All residents were placed in suspended animation and connected to a virtual reality simulator, where they thought they would live a "perfect" virtual life indefinitely. Unfortunately, Dr. Stanislaus Braun (May he rot in there until the end of time.) held absolute control of the simulation and used it to torture the residents for his own pleasure. I had to mercy kill everyone."
edited 11th Aug '17 3:20:40 PM by Nemtsol
Will make dad jokes for friends.Alberts: -to Ironscales- I can understand that perspective. But that is still no excuse for them to not try and build bridges with you.
-Meanwhile, Oliver hits play, and the projector unit at the side of his head begins buffering his memories-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Alberts: -to Ironscales- It would stoop directly down to their level.
-Oliver and Clarence are hanging out in the armory. In the background, Anita fiddles with a Kraber anti-materiel rifle, while the other two soldiers play rock paper scissors with each other-
Oliver: Aaaaaand scissors get trashed by rock. I think that marks your fiftieth consecutive victory, Clarence.
Clarence: Doesn't count. You're trying to lose.
Oliver: This coming from the person who said she got perfect accuracy on a mission because she didn't fire a shot, so technically she didn't miss. Yeah, just enjoy your 50 win streak.
Clarence: And what, just hand it to me? Don't even try to play mind games with me? Come on, Ollie boy, you know me. I enjoy working for my meals.
Anita: At a game of chance!
-Oliver laughs, and Clarence groans and lightly slugs her friend in the shoulder. As they get ready to resume play, Marvin walks in-
Marvin: Well, I hate to break your deployment boredom-induced reverie, but I've got bad news for all of you, and good news for one of you.
Anita: Do tell.
Marvin: Bad news is, we're being deployed on a combat op to an arctic climate sometime in the next few days. IMC ditched a prototype there and we're gonna try to steal it out from under them.
Clarence: Is the good news for me?
Marvin: Oliver, my request got approved. I guess whoever was looking over your case file must have liked your newfound moxie. So congrats, Rifleman Second Class, you're gonna start getting paychecks.
Oliver: ...Second Class?
Marvin: Yep. You'll be on our level soon enough, don't worry.
Clarence: -claps her hand on Oliver's shoulder- Look at ya boy Twitchy here, he's going places!
Anita: Let's go to the bar and get a few drinks. My treat, Ollie.
-The squad files out towards their current ship's bar to get shitfaced in celebration... and then the footage fast-forwards-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Ironscales: Ah, fuck, I get you :/