Life's a game

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Audio Recording 9/15/2788

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Program Running

Time: 2:21 PM

Detected Voices: Gibson, Callie. Paladin, Danse. Hancock, John

Danse: A heads up from the Proctor would have been nice

John: You think? This place is enormous; there's no telling how many are in there

Callie: There was a good dozen out here alone, and if you count the basement

Danse: We have 5 stories to crawl through

John: Why did the people in your time have to be so obsessed with large buildings

Callie: because there were more people?

Danse: That many people, and I thought the ship felt cramped sometimes

Callie: we were used to it. Anyway, we're here for one thing, easy in, easy out

John: well, there's other crap to grab

Danse: Like what?

John: Chems, so many chems. If this place is infested with muties, there will be chems for days .

Danse: Don't you ever think about anything other than that?

John: I do, I think of ways to make you uncomfortable, I think of new positions to fuck Callie in...owww, hey he asked!

Callie: Stop it... You know I want to play a game .

Danse: Oh no, your games are...

John: they always end fun for me

Callie: Not that kind. No, why don't we make a game of killing the muties? Most single shot kills won't have to lift a finger to make camp and pack up in the morning. The Loser has to do everything and second place packs up tomorrow morning.

John: But that means all headshots and muties don't go down easily

Callie: I know, so you really have to make that shot count

Danse: I'm in; sounds fun

John: If the brotherhood lackey is up for it, so am I. I'm going to whoop your ass

Callie: You two can dish it out between the both of you, but neither will beat me

Time Update: 4:03 PM

Detected sound "Gunfire", "Yelling."

Callie: FUCK YEA 5 OVER HERE

Danse: 7

Callie: BACON? COUNT?

John: I'M USING A SHOTGUN. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?.... 3

Detected sound "laser shots."

Callie: 10 muties down!!

Danse: You're not in PA. You move faster than me

Callie: Oh, don't make excuses

John: fucking mutant hounds...19

Callie: Bull fucking shit

John: You never said it had to be done with a gun

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