#criitterbug

[fallout-vrai]

yoohoo!!! anyone out there!!!!

GORDON: Huh. Guess the Pip-Boy gets messages, it—

GORDON: ...

GORDON: Better.

[fallout-vrai]

hi there!! what's going on, mystery stranger?

GORDON: Wish I knew, man! I don't know where I am, e-even struggled remembering my own name, I don't know where I was before this, if it— if I'm supposed to be here, and it's—

GORDON: Shhhit.

GORDON: ...think I know why I don't remember anything now.

[fallout-vrai]

oh, they just abandoned you while you have a head injury?! you could've died! you should start heading to Bunker Hill to tell them off! your Pip-boy should have a map that could lead you there.

GORDON: Guess so? Why'd they even leave if they were gonna tell me where to go and have someone waiting for me anyway? Who is the "they" even talking about, y'know? Why do I have to, like— why do I need to hurry and change out of what I'm wearing? And yeah, this thing's got a map, but nothing's marked. Maybe I used to know where Bunker Hill was, before all this? Now, I don't— I don't even know where to start.

GORDON: Okay, shit, go now, go now, go now—