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 * xx - FROST
 * yy - Far Harbor add-on

ERROR DATA CORRUPTION
! colspan="4" | [11/3/77]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalEvelynRache
 * xx0745CD
 * xx0745CD

I thank God every day that we're still alive. It breaks my heart to see what the world has become, but it's not too late. We can still help, however little. The men that attacked us were scared as much as we were. I understand. No one is born evil and no one is too far gone to turn back. When Daniel is able to walk I want to find them again. I want to talk to them, get to know them, show them that fighting and killing is not the only way. I believe that they can still be redeemed.

[11/6/77]

Danielӳ too weak to move. That storm doesnӴ sound good, but if I donӴ find meds, he wonӴ last the night. IӬl wait until heӳ asleep. DonӴ need to worry him.

[11/7/77]

Found Rad-X and Stimpaks. Itӳ too late for me, but they should keep him from getting worse.

! colspan="4" | [[Hotel Romeo] Progress Updates]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalHagenSatellite
 * xx0717D0
 * xx0717D0

-Intel confirms the existence of [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO], as well as its presence in the Commonwealth. Interviews suggest Hotel Romeo is currently in the possession of an individual smuggler [ALIAS: BISHOP].

-Traces of [ALIAS: BISHOP] found near [REDACTED].

-URGENT: Target [ALIAS: BISHOP] sighted near Nahant. Firesquad Delta Bravo to be dispatched at once. Target to be taken alive, if possible.

[[ORDERS]: MAJ Arthur Gannon]

Technology recovery program.

The High Command at Site R and Control Station ENCLAVE are impressed with Gannonӳ earlier work in Chicago and New York City. For this reason, Major Gannon is to lead the expedition into the New England Commonwealth.

Acquisition of [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO] and its escort west are the top priority of this mission, but lesser targets are to be secured along the way.

REDEMPTION

REDEMPTION: RETURN AND RECLAIM 00045*^&23/// They don't own us. They don't own the Weapons. Hotel Romeo, COBALT; they belong to the STRONG, the FREE! Our minds, our hearts, our souls, they are OURS. 443&%//|} O'ryan, Chief- he has gone to the City on our behalf. We await his victory! He will return and together we will free ourselves. We will free America. {[21b\\
 * 1) 454--//!@#

! colspan="4" | [COMING SOON]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalInstituteBackdoor
 * xx088E00
 * xx088E00

Congratulations! You've made it to the end of FROST's alpha build story. The upcoming updates will unlock this area, so be sure to stay updated to the latest version!

! colspan="4" | [Day 1]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalJahani
 * xx309D56
 * xx309D56

Bombs dropped. Itӳ surprising Iӭ even alive, given the circumstances. Good thing I made this shelter to protect me from the elements. I donӴ know if anyone else survived in the neighborhood. As far as I know, everyoneӳ either dead or long gone, and it might be a while that I stay down here. Thereӳ no way of keeping track of time. I have an ample supply or food and water to last me for a bit. Long enough to pop my head out when the time comes and see if the air outside would kill me or not.

[Eric and I]

I havenӴ written anything in a long time. A lot's happened.

Turns out I just need my gas mask to be able to walk out on the surface again. Who knew, right?

Met a stranger. I found him wandering in the neighborhood, unarmed. His name is Eric. I think he can help me protect Sanctuary Hills. Iӭ having him stay in the house across the way, so that we can watch both entrances. Maybe Eric and I can build something here. ItӤ take a while, but you know what they say. Two people are better than one.

[Gang Trouble, Tomorrow's Plans]

Getting to know Eric more and more as time goes on. Two men share as small a space as this, it's to be expected. Heӳ a good guy; finding more out about what brought him up here. Turns out he ran into some trouble with some gang down in the city. Call themselves "the Alliance". Strange name. What are they allied against? I don't know what kind of shit Eric got himself into down in Boston, but I don't care. We're getting along nicely, despite whatever murky past he's hiding. I told him my plan of the two of us building a safe haven in Sanctuary. He liked the idea. We shook on it, and that was that.

[Scavenging]

Eric and I went on a scavenging trip yesterday. Ran into another. Eric convinced me to let him live, but the rat turned on us right when he had the chance. Almost took my head off with his last shot.

I asked Eric about it later that night. He wouldn't turn on me, right? He'd never betray me the moment it suited him? What we're building here is bigger than that.

He promised me he wouldn't.

[He Couldn't]

Eric is nowhere to be found. Did he leave me? He said he wouldn't. He couldn't. Some of the supplies were gone. A man came by earlier and tried to kill me. I killed himŠI didnӴ want to, but he left me no choice. I think Eric sent him to kill me so he can have everything he and I have worked towards. He said he wouldn't, but he did. He won't have it. He can't.

! colspan="4" | [Sic Semper Tyrannis]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalLibertaliaMarcusIschar
 * xx006F87
 * xx006F87

Ԕhus Always to TyrantsԮ I remember sitting at a broken card-table all those years ago, repeating the words, as if that basement was the floor of the Roman Senate. We thought we could make a difference; free ourselves from the bonds of tyranny. But what do we have to show for it? Iӭ a goddamn smuggler and everyone else at that table is dead now. I know my part.

[Nearly There]

Found some good people. Brought ҥm to the Liberty. Plenty of rations, weapons. This place is really starting to come together. Even got them some old uniforms for when Bishop returns. IӬl tell him they were part of the crew. Itӳ not like he knew us well enough to tell the difference.

Then we finish this.

! colspan="4" | [Interview Transcript [10.20.82]]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalReconBunkerTheta
 * xx03CE6F
 * xx03CE6F

The following is an audio-to-text transcript of interviews between interviewer Maj. Arthur Gannon and Alias: ISCARIOT on 10.20.82

START TRANSCRIPT// Interviewer: What was your relation to Troy Bishop?

ISCARIOT: We were smugglers. Trafficked questionable packages for questionable people. He was the head of the operation; I just handled the books.

Interviewer: Where is HR-D4?

ISCARIOT: What? I donӴ understand the question.

Interviewer: You say that you handled the books. You had direct knowledge of every package on board the FMS Columbia. One of these packages was marked HR-D4. Where is HR-D4?

ISCARIOT: I donӴ know the specific item tag, we-

Interviewer: We?

ISCARIOT: The crew suspected Bishop was holding out on us; smuggling a little extra on the side and taking full profits for himself. Turns out he was- I snuck into his cabin and found some sketchy documents that mentioned an unmarked package and a specific drop-point: the Liberty VI.

Interviewer: What happened after you met Bishop at the drop-point?

ISCARIOT: The plan was to kill him and finish the job ourselves, with equal shares. Thing is, we never found his package. Probably still on the Columbia for all I know. We just figured heӤ taken it, and made off without us. But when we got there, he was as clueless as we were.

Interviewer: Where is the FMS Columbia?

ISCARIOT: Hell if I know.

Interviewer: Where is the FMS Columbia?

ISCARIOT: Look pal, IӶe told you everything I know, you canӴ expect me to remember exactly where I was in the middle of a nuclear fucking tsunami.

Interviewer: Administer procedure.

ISCARIOT: [UNINTELLIGIBLE]

Interviewer: Where is the FMS Columbia?

ISCARIOT: [NO RESPONSE]

Interviewer: This concludes our interview. Private, would you please escort Mr. Ischar outside?

END TRANSCRIPT//

[Personal Notes]

[9.8.82] It's been two months and we've had no headway with this thing. The higher ups are getting edgy- they'd reassign me to Site R to spend my days picking through rocks and writing studies on cockroach mutations. My place is back west, with Beth. I just need more time, dammit.

The General's inability to provide me with any concrete information on this mission is infuriating. He won't even tell me what this package I'm searching for actually is. I'm close to acquiring one of the smugglers that brought it ashore, and although it is not strictly speaking part of the mission, I plan on uncovering the nature of Hotel Romeo.

[10.16.82]-[10.18.82] Details, [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO] : Interviews confirm my suspicion that Hotel Romeo (Package HR-D4) is a form of Biological Weapon. Use of Photonic Resonation Generators confirmed in separate findings (specific documentation transferred to Surveillance Center K-21B). How this would benefit a biological weapon is uncertain. Use in conventional explosives could be evidence for enhanced EMP or Electrical Pulse weaponization. Possible false information. Interviews to be reconducted at a later date to test for accuracy.

[10.20.82] [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO] pinpointed to smuggler ship FMS Columbia. [ALIAS: ISCARIOT] uncooperative in ascertaining location of FMS Columbia. Requesting transfer to Surveillance Center K-21B. Available intel there may aid in our search.

[Surveillance Report: Militant Activity]

The militant organization Recon Squad Alpha Romeo encountered last month [CODENAME: THEMIS] has finally dipped into our district. Alpha Romeoӳ reports tell us that the group is highly organized, although they have yet to acquire significant stockpiles of weaponry. General Eatonӳ decision is that RS: Alpha Romeo will continue to surveil ThemisҠoperations for the time being, but will not engage unless fired upon.

! colspan="4" | [Psalm 112:6]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSalem1
 * xx0745CC
 * xx0745CC

Surely the righteous will never be shaken; they will be remembered forever.

[John 10:10]

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy.

[Leviticus 24:17-22]

And he that killeth any man shall surely be put to death.

[Themis 6:13]

The Scavenger is a thief. The Thief is a murderer. The Murderer shall surely be put to death.

! colspan="4" | [Of Quarries and Savages]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSalem2
 * xx0745CE
 * xx0745CE

The Savages still hold the quarry. No doubt defiling it with pagan rituals and heathen sacrifices of human flesh. Abominations. The thought of them makes me sick. I pray that the Father will grant us leave to annhilate them. Though, I must admit, his will is difficult to interpret these days.

! colspan="4" | [The Question of Affliction]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSalem3
 * xx0745CF
 * xx0745CF

The Father sees the world in a more pure way than us humble servants. He believes that the Affliction is not a curse, but a blessing; a way for us to survive among the horrors of the Wasteland. I am not convinced. Are we not meant to cleanse the Wasteland of its abominations? Are we not meant to restore the world to how it was? Surely this is the dream of the Father.

[The Answer]

I see now! It is not the Affliction of Man or Beast that makes him an abomination, but rather the force of his actions! It matters not if a man loses his skin, his hair, his teeth. If he follows the Rule of Law, he is clean inside. And in this way, we can still restore the Old World.

! colspan="4" | [Divine Inspiration]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSalem4
 * xx0745D0
 * xx0745D0

Father Daniel grows weaker by the day, but his resolve is unwavering. He writes like a man touched by the divine. Pages upon pages of holy manuscript flow from his pen. He is Inspired.

[Locked Away]

I am concerned for the Father's wellbeing. He has locked himself in the upper levels of the church and refuses to come down until he has completed. He does not eat, I do not believe he sleeps... it is unhealthy.

But who am I to question the Mouthpiece of God?

[The Vessel of God]

We found the keys hidden in the old Rook house. When we went to confront the Father, the Truth was revealed. He has become a vessel for the Holy Spirit! How could we not see this earlier? The mere sight of His glory made me tremble with fear and delight. We have locked him back upstairs. We must give him time to complete the Gospel of Themis.

! colspan="4" | [World Weary]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSalem5
 * xx0745D1
 * xx0745D1

Two months ago I was giving sermons from up here. My flock hung on my every word. But now... I'm just so tired.

The flock is eager for me to impart more wisdom, but no revelations have come. I know the answer to all my questions is sitting there at the edge of my grasp... but I find my thoughts drifting again...

The Water Thief died a quicker death than he deserved. Had we pure water, she would still live.

[Of Evelyn]

I buried her beneath the oak tree where this all began. She would have wanted that. Evelyn... you who were with me since the start. You who taught me all I know of God. You who will stay in my heart until the end.

God judge you justly.

! colspan="4" | [Entry 1]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSpectacleSmugglers
 * xx04AEA3
 * xx04AEA3

We saw the clouds from a few mile out. Captain wanted to turn the ship north, look for somewhere safe up the coast. We never had the chance. When the shockwave hit, it raised waves taller than any I'd ever seen. And when they came down... Lord, I thought that was the end.

Woke up on shore three days later. Troy, god bless him, pulled me and Duval out when the Columbia went under. Dunno how in the hell he lived through that storm... I tried asking him about it, but he wouldn't breathe a word. Can't blame him, really.

[Entry 2]

We're working on constructing some basic shelters around the island. The storm tore up the big house down by the docks pretty bad, but the shed's still intact. We've got a fish-drying shed set up mid-way down the island and Troy's even managed to salvage some antennae to make a mayday beacon of sorts. Problem is, the frequency's way too high. Besides, I dunno if anyone's even left out there to hear it.

[Entry 3]

Duval disappeared in the night. He took our raft and most of the supplies. Asshole. Troy and I are gonna try to track him down, but that's not our top priority.

If you're reading this, and you're from the Columbia, the job is still on. I repeat, the job is still on. Meet at the Liberty. We're seeing this through to the end.

! colspan="4" | [[Hotel Romeo] Progress Updates]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * aaTerminalSwitchboard
 * xx07C94C
 * xx07C94C

-Intel confirms the existence of [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO], as well as its presence in the Commonwealth. Interviews suggest Hotel Romeo is currently in the possession of an individual smuggler [ALIAS: BISHOP].

-Traces of [ALIAS: BISHOP] found near [REDACTED].

-URGENT: Target [ALIAS: BISHOP] sighted near Nahant. Firesquad Delta Bravo to be dispatched at once. Target to be taken alive, if possible.

[[ORDERS]: MAJ Arthur Gannon]

Technology recovery program.

The High Command at Raven Rock and Control Station ENCLAVE are impressed with Gannonӳ earlier work in Chicago and New York City. For this reason, Major Gannon is to lead the expedition into the New England Commonwealth.

Acquisition of [PACKAGE: HOTEL ROMEO] and its escort west are the top priority of this mission, but lesser targets are to be secured along the way.

Site Reclamation: DIA Site Alpha

Arrived with team at 0600 hours, dispersed squatters without significant resistance.

Fusion generator status: 25% Online

Archive data status: <5% Online

P.A.M. status: Temporarily offline for maintenance. Otherwise in working condition.

Continued problems with NPHs in the lower service tunnels. This issue will need to be resolved before we can continue normal operation of the facility. Recommended that we postpone deployment of additional research staff until after site is secured.

! colspan="4" | [Open Door]
 * Bunker Access Terminal
 * Terminal
 * BoSM01_BunkerTerminalDoorControl
 * 00133E5E
 * 00133E5E

Security lock released. Opening doors...

[BACK]

! colspan="4" | [Entry 1: Power's back up!]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DLC03MQ03FaradayTerminal
 * yy02958F
 * yy02958F

We finally got power up, after all this time. So, a recap.

As far as any of us can figure, it's around April, 2078. Funny, now that the seasons are all fucked, we're back to reading the stars.

After the bombs dropped, a lot of people came up here. Smart move on their part; thick walls, partially underground, this place offered protection from the fallout that the rest of Mount Desert couldn't match. Bar Harbor's inhabitants got hit the worst; we stay away from that part of the island.

The radiation's still too bad to stay above ground for long, but we can make short excursions if we keep our masks on. They're a godsend, honestly. We lost too many good people before we got our hands on them.

We've set up the radio and are trying to get in contact with the mainland; could be there are other survivors out there.

[Entry 2: Sightings!]

No word on the radio yet, but the hunting party came back with some big news. They say they saw boats off the coast. We're going to form a welcoming committee on the beach, set some fires and smoke signals, try to draw them over. This could be it: the beginning of rebuilding.

[Entry 3: Contact]

It's been at least a year since I last dusted off this old terminal. Makes this, what, 2079? 2080? Can't remember when I made Entry 2. A lot's changed since then. My optimism was adorable, huh?

Those boats we saw, the "Wharf Rats"? Yeah, they're psychos. Bunch of murderous, thieving dicks and we shoot them on sight. They stick to the coast, which means we're safe here, but they've also cut us off from any hope of fishing or scavving the beaches. Fuck 'em.

Other friends we've made: -The Hunters: adorable rag-tag hillbillies that'll roast you alive if you don't stick them up on pikes every once in a while. -The Navy: who somehow think they're still part of a government, after all these years.

New protocol is to just shoot them all on sight.

Clive's still making the rounds on his radio, just in case we hear from the civilized world, but that's feeling more and more like a pipedream.

Is there even any civilization out there? Or is this it.

[Entry 4: Fog]

Lucas had a bit of a revelation concerning our place in the world.

Turns out that fog we've been detecting is more nefarious than we thought. Highly radioactive stuff, and with some definite hallucinogenic properties. Spend enough time in that, and you'll lose it for sure.

That explains everyone else. The Hunters, the Navy, the Wharf Rats; they've all been rolling in that shit for years. No wonder they're psychotic.

But up here on the mountain, we're safe. We're trapped here, but we're safe.

[Entry 5: Crisis]

Since we discovered the true nature of the fog, nobody has left the mountaintop. Our hunting parties are too scared of getting infected, or high, or whatever. Lucas says there's no way of knowing how much exposure is needed to fully affect someone, but I'm not keen to find out.

So therein lies our crisis. We need food, we need water, we need ammo and scrap supplies, but we can't leave this camp.

Maybe the Hunters have the right idea after all.

(I'm kidding; Jesus, Clive)

! colspan="4" | [The New Rulers]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN006_BossTerminal
 * 001BE2C4
 * 001BE2C4

The Quincy group is dead. This place is ours now. Had Frank and Daughtry toss their bodies in the river. I would've preferred to hang them over our walls as a warning, but the group voted no.

All in all, this is a good setup. We've got control of the bridge; anyone comes over that thing's gotta pay our price.

Plenty of booze in here too, though food'll be tougher to come by.

[Encounter II]

Lookout saw some wanderers heading towards our bridge so we headed them off. Frank's pissed that I shot first, but it was us or them. No ammo but they had a couple cans of food, so not a total waste.

[Reelection!?]

Frank, the son a bitch, challenged my authority again. Called for a Reelection. The rules are the rules; I can't do jack shit if the group rules against me. Think it's time I do some campaigning.

[RoF: Entry 1]

Alright, so the group has voted me in as the new Ruler. Lookout wants me documenting our history on this terminal, so I'm going to start prefacing these entries with "RoF" for Rule of Frank. When the next Ruler comes, they can change their entry titles to fit appropriately (still need to go through and rename all of Nick's entries RoN, though I'm tempted to just delete them all).

Pretty clever idea, though- I might want to promote Lookout to be my Second-in-Command.

As for Nick, we've banished him across the river. I don't want this to be a precedent, but he was trying to blackmail the group- threatened to hang them over the walls or something.

I see a bright future here. I want to try to get back in contact with the Alliance or the Federation. Maybe we could make this place a waystation for scavvers.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">["Fresh Air"]
 * Miles Heiman's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN011CuratorTerminal
 * 00100D9B
 * 00100D9B

It's good to get out of the station every once in a while. I would say that the fresh air is a relief, but the air out here doesn't really apply. Besides, the people down there are intolerable. They spend their days drinking, smoking and gambling. Not one of them appreciates the finer things in life.

Well, maybe one.

Daisy, my love, let me take you above! Let us see all the wonders of the world, for this library holds them all!

[Two Beating Hearts]

She said yes! We sneak out here every night after the guards pass out. Two gas masks and two beating hearts. We read to each other until the sun comes up. How I miss reading. Daisy wanted to bring the books back to the station, but we can't. They'll burn anything they get can their hands on.

[Just a Myth]

The guards caught me trying to return the masks. I took the fall, but Daisy doesn't want to make any more "midnight trips". She says it's too risky, keeps bringing up that kid of hers. Daisy says that she "has to be there for her". Since when is going topside dangerous? Ghouls are just a myth.

[Beef-Headed Troglodytes]

The drunks in the station have only escalated their abuse since the "gas mask incident". They amuse themselves by mocking my scabs and thinning hair. Daisy isn't safe either. It's only a matter of time before one of them gets their hands on her. I can't allow that.

[To Daisy]

I'm sorry, but it was the only way to show you. We never needed the masks. Radiation can't hurt us!

I opened the doors to the station. All those brutes that laughed at us and burned our books- they're gone now!

Your daughter will be like us, I know it. She'll get better and when she does we can run away together. We'll be a family.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;"> ! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[ERROR]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN021_EdwinsTerminal
 * 00100FD9
 * 00100FD9
 * Journal
 * Terminal
 * DN021_EdwinsTerminal_Journal
 * 0017B485
 * 0017B485

10/23/2077

DATA CORRUPTION

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[New Sheriff In Town]
 * Duval's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN024_BossTerminal01
 * 000CFA5A
 * 000CFA5A

Everything we've been working for these five years has finally paid off. We took Lex Station like it was nothing. Killed their leaders quick and the rest gave up easy. Now I just need to figure out what we're going to do with all the survivors...

[Workforce]

I've put the captured inhabitants of Lex Station to work in the tunnels. They're a pretty lifeless bunch, but with enough hands you can get anything done. There's plenty of scrap to be salvaged down there and once they've cleaned it up nicely I may set them to work building defences. I'd like to turn this place into a real fortress.

[Relocation]

Had to move out of Lex Station. I can't explain it... I'm just getting a bad feeling from that place. Bad dreams, strange noises. I'm not gonna spend another second down there if I don't need to.

The slaves will stay, for now, along with a small number of guards (on shifts; no one else wants to be down there either). Everyone else is taking up residence in Lexington proper. Some of these buildings are still fairly insulated.

["Liberators" Attack]

I've known some of these guys since the beginning. Back when they were all white-collar pricks with their reading glasses and pocket protectors. Me? I was a smuggler. I rolled with the toughest of 'em. Ship went down in the firestorm and spit me out here and I've been working to keep these fuckers alive ever since. Thing is, though, I think my work here's almost complete.

Another gang came through 'bout a week back. Had some fancy idea of taking back Lex Station. Talking 'bout "liberation". I guess I was feelin' generous or some shit, but I went to talk with 'em. Well... shit went down. They're spraying lead everywhere and I'm doing my best, but I'm pinned down behind this dumpster. One of 'em- this big thug of a man, covered head-to-toe in plate metal- comes barreling down towards me. Before I know it ol' Four-eyes McGee is there with a pipe wrench and a molotov. Fuckin' rips the guy to shreds. And the others weren't far off; Samson and Delilah tag-teamed the leader and Smithy took three hunting dogs single-handed. It almost brought a tear to my eye...

They grow up so fast.

[New Players]

News from down south. Alliance Stations are under heavy fire again. Maybe the Federation's not dead? Hard to say. Either way, the clock's ticking if we want to turn ourselves into a big player in this new world. I'm doubling up the workload. We're building barricades.

[Liberty?]

Hearing whispers of another big settlement above-ground. Out on the coast. The Liberty VI. Yeah, I know. What're the chances?

If he's still alive... No. No way. I've got enough to deal with.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Caravan]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN024_GristleTerminal01
 * 000CFA5B
 * 000CFA5B

Fuckin' slaves are planning something. I know it. I hear them whispering... they want it! They're looking for it!

Jesus, what the fuck am I talking about? I need to spend less time down there, I swear. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Lexington]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN024_LonnieTerminal01
 * 000CFA5C
 * 000CFA5C

A new base. This one looks promising. We've got a whole station of slaves this time around, so no more scavving for supplies. That part's covered, at least.

[Station Evac]

Six Nails wants us out of the station. Says it's "slave quarters only". I ain't gonna argue. That place is creepy as hell.

[Home Sweet Home]

Got a cozy little spot set up under the Corvega Plant. Home Sweet Home, for now. We've been on the move so much lately it's nice to finally settle down for a bit. We'll see if it lasts.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Generator Explosion]
 * Leader's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN028_BossTerminal
 * 001BDE1C
 * 001BDE1C

It's been three months since that rat Deluge ran off with the entire sophomore class. Since then, things have only gone from bad to worse. A fusion core blew in the generator room and messed Nance up pretty bad. When we went to check it out, the whole floor starting to give way. If we lose the generators, we'll freeze to death in here.

[Encounter]

The floor in the generator room finally gave out. Turns out we're built right above a subway station. And it's occupied. I went to go talk with its inhabitants, but it didn't go well. Just a whole lot of shouting and gun-pointing. We've pulled back from the generator room for now. We'll give them time to calm down before we try again.

[Nance is Gone]

Fuck!

We'd been keeping Nance in the pool room since we didn't want to move her too much, on account of her injuries, but when I went to check on her this morning, she was gone. The Tunnel People must have taken her. I'm going down there and talking with their leader. We're getting to the bottom of this.

[This Means War]

This is Mikey Osborne. Will went down into the tunnel and never came back so I've been voted the new leader. I guess that means I have to use this ,,. terminal. Ugh, this is so awkwrrfd.?; I always preferred writing by hand.

Anyways, those tunnel fucks have taken two of our people, so we're gonna go kick their collective ass.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Book Report Writer v1.2.78]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN028_UpstairsTerminal
 * 0019A78B
 * 0019A78B


 * SYSTEM ERROR:::::

Printer not found! File corruption detected!

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Listen. Do You Hear It?]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN033_BossTerminal
 * 001BEAF6
 * 001BEAF6

The Voice. The Word of Ug-Qualtoth. You hear it too.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Entry 1]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN040_BossTerminal
 * 001BEAE2
 * 001BEAE2

This is Captain O'Hansen of the Commonwealth Army. I've moved what's left of my force into the Federal Ration Stockpile but we're under heavy attack from rioting locals. We were unable to hold the church, but we've managed to lock the trapdoor.

It's only a matter of time before they attempt an assault on the main entrance. The doors should hold and with the food here we will able to outlast them.

[Entry 2]

This is Captain O'Hansen of the Commonwealth Army. It has been two weeks since my last entry. I sent a scout out through the church entrance to survey the situation. It appears that most of the rioters have succumbed to radiation poisoning. Those remaining have set up a makeshift camp around our front entrance. In their weakened state, it should be easy enough to stage a surprise attack on the group. Update pending.

[Entry 3]

This is Captain O'Hansen of the Commonwealth Army. The scout that was sent above has developed some unfortunate symptoms. It seems that the radiation levels above ground are much higher than we'd expected.

What baffles me now is how the rioters still manage to survive. The scout was exposed for less than an hour- with a gas mask and Rad-X- and is now experiencing a rapid decline in health. Meanwhile, the camp outside our walls only continues to grow. What is their secret?

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Maintenance Operations]
 * Mainframe Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN041_MainFrameTerminal
 * 00101958
 * 00101958

[See fragment: DN041_MainFrameSubterminalMain "Mainframe Terminal" [TERM:0010195B]]

[Database Network: ONLINE]

Field Ops Log- Major Arthur Gannon

I'm making good progress in narrowing down the final resting place of the FMS Columbia. Intelligence Officer Buzensky tells me that the information I need is likely accessible at the Coast Guard HQ east of here. From there, we can continue on to the ship itself.

Recon Squad Delta Epsilon already dispatched with Firesquad Victor Zulu on standby for the final assault.

We're so close.

[Database Network: ONLINE]

Repair Log- Chief Engineer Nicholas Gibbs

This place was a total mess when we first got here. Only one man actually survived down here after the bombs dropped. He was a total mess too; looked ready to put a bullet in his skull before we took his gun. But he's alright now and we're slowly putting things back in order and plugging in terminals and all that. It'll be a while before we can get this place back up and running and even longer before we can update it with modern tech, but it'll be worth it. This is a great spot for radiation research.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[End Times, Year One]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN054_ZekesTerminal
 * 001F2B69
 * 001F2B69

Greetings Wastelander. Welcome to the End of the World.

There's nothing for you here, so go crawl back into whatever hole you came from.

Not like it matters anyways.

[Enough of All That!]

Dinna mind Richie, the lad gets hisself intae a tizzy o'er the state of current world politics when he drinks.

Date is 12/10/77 (YES! Day-Month-Year, ye bloody arsepiece)

[Halloween Specials??]

Hal here, and Halloween's comin' up!

I have to same I'm excited.

What kind of drinks should we get? Pumpkin ales? Quantum-infused shots that glow in the dark? (they're releasing any day now, right??)

Damn, I can't wait!

Oh, right, Douglas wants us dating these things. 10/22/77 (MONTH. DAY. YEAR. YOU ARE IN AMERICA, DOUG)

[Richie was right.]

So, uh, Hal here- again. Looks like Richie was right all along. The bombs dropped. We were lucky not to fry, the damn thing hit so close. Barricaded ourselves in the garage, took a shitload of Rad-X (thank god Richie's been hoarding the stuff).

No Quantum shots for Halloween it seems.

[December Update.]

Seems like no one else wants to write in this thing anymore, so looks like I'll be taking over the records here (yep, it's Hal again).

We got our Halloween Quantum shots after all, Doug scavenged some out of an abandoned Nuka truck on the highway. It's not looting if the world's ended, right?

By that point we'd already given up hope. Richie has a talent of keeping us depressed, and designated voice of reason Douglas basically stayed drunk for a week straight there. When the rains came, though... then it all changed.

The chaos, the rioting, it all stopped. The world was cold suddenly. Quiet.

Guess it just hit us. We might be the last people on Earth. Might be the last life on Earth. It'd be a shame to just throw that life away, huh? So we've decided to actually give a shit.

[Rebuilding]

SHIT!

Haven't been dating the updates.

3/3/78 (M-D-Y? D-M-Y? You'll never know!)

Things are looking up. We've built up the walls, restocked the bar, patched up the roof. It's cold as hell, but since our skin peeled off we haven't been too bothered by that kind of thing (yeah, the Rad-X didn't last).

A few other stragglers have wandered into camp and we've been happy to serve 'em. So long as they help out, they're free to share our fire!

[8/5/78]

No more newcomers; my trust is spent.

Gave Doug a burial at sea. Rich said the smoke'd attract raiders but I don't really care anymore. Our crew is strong. Anyone fucks with us- we'll kill them.

Date is May 8th, 2078.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Quarry]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN061_GunnerBossTerminalSub
 * 00051E98
 * 00051E98

When the Father first sent scouts to the Dunwich Quarry, they reported strange and savage happenings there. The men of Dunwich are of the same breed as the Maldenmen: Maneaters, murderers, and idol-worshipping heathen scum. They are our greatest enemy and will be the next to feel the wrath of Themis.

[Revere]

Revere. Once the refuge of murderers and thieves, it has now been cleansed in the name of the Father. Our brothers and sisters valiantly defeated the Tunnel-dwellers in fierce battle and hung their leaders for all to see. Let Revere serve as a message to those that would oppose the verdict of Themis.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Data Corrupt]
 * Rory's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN067_Terminal
 * 0016551A
 * 0016551A

Please Contact Server Admin

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[The Beacon]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN072_LighthouseTerminal
 * 001A8E5B
 * 001A8E5B

We have been charged by our brothers and sisters at Salem to lead the Just to our holy Nation of Themis. A bright star lights our tower; a holy messenger. Their light shall draw the believers. The faithful should pray at the tower, then continue their pilgrimage to Salem.

Praise be to the Father.

[Border Incursions]

The Beacon draws also enemies of order: raiders and maniacs that would tear down the laws of our land. Our tower will serve as a watchpost as well, to ward off the evils of the southern city.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Error Data Corrupt]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN076_WireTerminal
 * 001BEAE9
 * 001BEAE9

asf46397g{0013}

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[User Logs]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN088_GeraldsTerminal
 * 0008C415
 * 0008C415

[See fragment: DN088_GeraldSubTerminalJournal [TERM:001F499F]]

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Victory!]
 * Terminal
 * DN088_GeraldSubTerminalJournal
 * 001F499F
 * DN088_GeraldSubTerminalJournal
 * 001F499F

Today marks the first day of a brighter future. The Military Scientists and their thugs were expelled from the campus grounds. Colonel Rosemont and his "reinforcements" were drawn and quartered, strung up on the roof. The gulls took what was left. All that remains is to rebuild.

[The Aftermath]

The fighting destroyed much of the lower levels. Retrieving the research there will be impossible. It's for the best. Now is not the time for science and math. We need to rebuild. And who best to do the rebuilding but those that complied and aided Rosemont's goons?

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[READ ME!!!!!!!!!]
 * Security Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN103_TerminalSublevel
 * 00123DE9
 * 00123DE9

Hi.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Personal Logs]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalClint
 * 001EB3E9
 * 001EB3E9

[See fragment: DN109_TerminalClintSubLogs "Terminal" [TERM:001EE92E]]

[Points of Interest]

[See fragment: DN109_TerminalClintSubIntel "Terminal" [TERM:001EE92F]]

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Quarry]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalClintSubIntel
 * 001EE92F
 * 001EE92F

Things aren't looking good. The muties we ran out of town have holed up in the quarry down the street. They haven't moved on us yet, but it's only a matter of time. I'd love to wipe them out in one go, but they look like they've really burrowed down. It'd take way too much ammo to clear them out.

[The Factory]

Looks like the Old Atomatoys factory's infested too. Freaks flung flesh and shit all over the place; it's disgusting. We REALLY need to start exterminating soon or we'll be surrounded.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Strangers]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalClintSubLogs
 * 001EE92E
 * 001EE92E

The lookouts have been reporting strange figures in the mist. Muties? Jim swears they're human. Either way, they're all over the southern marshes. We're really going to need to fortify that flank.

[Disappearances]

Couple of scavvers disappeared last night. We sent a search party into the marshes to find them and they're gone too. From now on, no one else is to go south of Quincy.

[Surrounded]

I see campfires through the fog. Our whole southern flank is covered in them. Between the muties and these creeps we're damn well surrounded. I don't care how much scrap is up here, we're heading back to the metro ASAP. This shit isn't worth it.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Hunters]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalHollis
 * 001A90A5
 * 001A90A5

Was part of the scavving crew went missing yesterday. Two hundred lbs scrap just sitting in an old steamer. Prime stuff: guns, electronics. 'fore we knew it, they're on us. Hides, shells(?), hooks, knives. Carved up Donough. Ran like hell. They just laughed. Fuckin' hunters. Those cookfires are for him, I reckon.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Arriving in Quincy]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalLongs
 * 001A9090
 * 001A9090

We left Andrew Station three days ago. The war's just too much. It's only a matter of time before the Federation forces through and burns Andrew down. I'm not gonna risk it.

We've occupied an old settlement down here in Quincy. There were a few mutes milling around in the street when we arrived, but they cleared out easily enough. Hopefully we can start up a trading outpost once the Metro Wars calm down. This could be home.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Decreasing Intake]
 * Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalSturges
 * 0001D398
 * 0001D398

Morale among our scavvers has plummeted since the supposed "disappearances". Roberts' story is well and good, but we don't know that these weren't just regular thugs. We need more scrap if we're to sustain ourselves here. The walls need fortifying and we need more turrets. This is necessary.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Case 45-A32x [ERROR]]
 * Police Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN109_TerminalTessa
 * 0001D391
 * 0001D391

DATA CORRUPTION
! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[11/2/2077]
 * Eugene's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * DN112_EugeneTerminal
 * 00162A8E
 * 00162A8E

1st day in the marina. Ten days since the bombs fell, and the world has gone mad. Malcolm and I just might be able to pull this off. The boats are still in good condition. If we can get one of them up and running, we can escape the chaos of this war. I'm glad Malcolm is here. Family have to stick together... even if he is an annoying slob that slurps his coffee.

[11/22/2077]

20th day at Reeb. If that blasted fool thinks he can tell me what's what, he's got another thing coming. He needs me, and that means what I say goes: we are escaping SOUTH. That jackass is never going to fix the other boat without my expertise and parts. And for what? To head North, of all places. If he wasn't my own flesh and blood, I'd clobber his coffee-slurping, contrarian face with a wrench. I think he's doing it on purpose.

[12/12/2077]

He's slurped his coffee for the last time, he must die. It's the only logical choice, and really he has no one to blame but himself. All I need are the parts from his boat, and I can escape this irradiated hell. I've been looking into the robot safety protocols, and I think I'll have a little birthday surprise for him.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[> A New Start]
 * Frank's Terminal
 * Terminal
 * MS17PublicTerminal
 * 000E9275
 * 000E9275

This is Frank Beringer, formerly Vault-Tec security detail.

About April of '78 our Vault fell apart. Food was gone, Overseer lost it, we left. Wandered the wastes for a bit, but lost half our crew to the rads. Wasn't until September that we found this place. The people that lived here had access to some heavy duty construction equipment. Built up these lovely concrete walls and they've been keeping us alive ever since.

[> Elmer]

What this place needs is discipline. Old Man Elmer gives these people too much leniency. There's no structure, no rule of law. What's worse is that he prefers to hide behind his walls instead of facing his problems head-on.

Ferals have started to hang out around the entrance and the old fool won't let us take them out. We'll die here if things don't change soon.

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Maximum Security Holding Facility - Systems Status]
 * Administrator Cabot's Office Terminal
 * Terminal
 * ParsonsTerminalJackOffice
 * 000F4470
 * 000F4470

[See fragment: ParsonsTerminalSubmenuSystems "Maximum Security Holding Facility - Systems Status" [TERM:001D64DE]]

[Patient Records]

[See fragment: ParsonsTerminaSubmenuPatientRecords "Patient Records - Superintendent Level" [TERM:001D64DD]]

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Systems Status]
 * Control Room Terminal
 * Terminal
 * ParsonsTerminalLorenzoControlRoom
 * 000F4472
 * 000F4472

[See fragment: ParsonsTerminalSubmenuSystems "Maximum Security Holding Facility - Systems Status" [TERM:001D64DE]]

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Main Elevator: Normal]
 * Maximum Security Holding Facility - Systems Status
 * Terminal
 * ParsonsTerminalSubmenuSystems
 * 001D64DE
 * 001D64DE

Main elevator operating normally.

[Main Elevator: OFFLINE]

Main elevator in SECURITY OVERRIDE SHUTDOWN.

Current floor: BASEMENT

MANUAL RESET REQUIRED

[Abremalin Field: * OFFLINE * OFFLINE * OFFLINE *]


 * Total system failure*

Abremalin Generator 01: OFFLINE Abremalin Generator 02: OFFLINE Abremalin Generator 03: OFFLINE Abremalin Generator 04: OFFLINE

[Abremalin Field: GREEN (98%)]

Field status: GREEN (98%)

Abremalin Generator 01: 100% Abremalin Generator 02: 97% Abremalin Generator 03: 100% Abremalin Generator 04: 96%

[Abremalin Field: YELLOW (59% and falling)]

Field status: YELLOW (59% and falling)

Abremalin Generator 01: 98% Abremalin Generator 02: 75% Abremalin Generator 03: 40% Abremalin Generator 04: 22%

[Abremalin Field: RED (16% and falling)]

Field status: RED (16% and falling)


 * Field failure is imminent***

Abremalin Generator 01: 53% Abremalin Generator 02: OFFLINE Abremalin Generator 03: 12% Abremalin Generator 04: OFFLINE

[Security doors: WARNING]

[See fragment: ParsonsTerminaSubmenuSecurityDoors "Security Doors - Subbasement" [TERM:001D64DB]]

! colspan="4" | <pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; text-align: left;">[Patient 001-MS]
 * Patient Records - Superintendent Level
 * Terminal
 * ParsonsTerminaSubmenuPatientRecords
 * 001D64DD
 * 001D64DD

SUPERINTENDENT LEVEL CLEARANCE REQUIRED
 * CONFIDENTIAL ******
 * CONFIDENTIAL ******

Name: Cabot, Lorenzo Birthdate: March 28, 1835 Date of admittance: June 11, 1898. Length of treatment: Indefinite Location: Maximum Security Facility Condition: SPECIAL - See below Assigned To: SPECIAL - See below

NOTES:

~ Patient was admitted involuntarily to the Maximum Security Facility for indefinite confinement.

~ Treatment is under the direct supervision of Superintendent Cabot. ~ No contact with patient is permitted except under explicit direction of Superintendent Cabot.

[Patient 68-056]

Name: DeSoto, Antonio Birthdate: July 23, 2042 Date of admittance: December 24, 2068 Length of treatment: 5 years (extended) Location: Isolation Ward, Room 03 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient was committed under special arrangement with family. Legal counsel signed off in presence of Superintendent Cabot. ~ Patient is not allowed visitors or any outside communication. ~ As long as patient remains cooperative, all reasonable accommodations should be extended. ~ No treatment is necessary.

[Patient 11-LJN]

Name: Stawski, Aniela Birthdate: April 15, 2052 Date of admittance: April 15, 2072 Length of treatment: TBD Location: Isolation Ward, Room 07 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient admitted herself into Parsons of her own accord. ~ Patient has had no visitors, has no known relatives. ~ Patient has never admitted to any crime or exhibited any violent tendencies, but details revealed during counseling closely match those related to the poisoning deaths of four sorority sisters at Mass. Bay University. ~ Treatment: Art therapy (results troubling).

[Patient N7N-JK]

Name: Smith, Robert "Bobby" Birthdate: November 23, 2064 Date of admittance: August 10, 2074 Length of treatment: 8 Years Location: Isolation Ward, Room 01 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient remanded into the the custody of Superintendent Cabot by the Massachusetts Department of Juvenile Services. ~ Patient's family is local, refuses to visit. ~ Happily admits to his crime (multiple homicide/stabbing). ~ Treatment: Music therapy - Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor only piece known to stop his laughter, which is nearly constant.

[Patient 980-SS]

Name: Fanno, Cherise Birthdate: February 5, 2032 Date of admittance: March 8, 2076 Length of treatment: 2 Years Location: Isolation Ward, Room 06 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient allowed to wear own clothing (black leather) so long as she continues to exhibit good behavior ~ Patient exhibits symptoms of the oft-misunderstood disorder paraphilia ~ Conjugal visits by approved male associates; discussion of said visits with Superintendent Cabot integral to ongoing therapy ~ Treatment: Contemplative psychotherapy, shock therapy

[Patient 25-777]

Name: "Nightwar" (real name unknown) Birthdate: Unknown Date of admittance: June 4, 2074 Length of treatment: TBD Location: Isolation Ward, Room 04 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient refuses to share real name, claims it's "secret identity" ~ Patient believes he is a superhero ~ Possesses exaggerated sense of justice ~ Isolation from some patients essential to avoid altercations ~ Treatment: Reality therapy, extended counseling

[Patient HR-D5]

Name: Earnest Flemmel Birthdate: September 30, 2016 Date of admittance: October 20, 2077 Length of treatment: TBD Location: Isolation Ward, Room 05 Condition: SPECIAL Assigned To: Superintendent Cabot

NOTES: ~ Patient was committed under special research study with C.I.T. faculty ~ Patient obsessed with concept of immortality, religious iconography, animal remains (esp. bovine) ~ Highly paranoid; believes his admittance here is part of grand conspiracy ~ Patient to be kept in isolation indefinitely, except for in cases of visits from C.I.T. students ~ Treatment: C.I.T. led counselling sessions, experimental treatment


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