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A stained and grimy school notebook, worn and dog-eared. It looks like it belonged to a child, because the design on the front is a drawing of an old-fashioned sled and a snow-globe depicting a winter scene.
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Part 1[edit | edit source]
Those fucking rangers. They actually did it! I came home from foraging, happy with the toadstools and herbs I found, only to stumble on the body of Brother Goliath in the grand hallway. I didn't think anyone could bring that giant down. He was never the smartest, but he wouldn’t bother you if you didn’t bother him. I’ll miss him.
I went through into the sanctum but found nothing but the corpses of my dear Brothers and Sisters. I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t stand it and had to run. Fuck. Those fucking Rangers. I’ll get them some day.
Well, I’ve left the Citadel behind. My home for so many years, so many friends and memories there.
I'm still not sure what to do. I want to go into the prison, guns blazing, and end every one of those Ranger punks. But I think that may be aiming a little high for me. Turns out I might not be the hero of this story. Guess maybe I'll head to Highpool. Hear they need a teacher. Perhaps I can bring the lessons of the Guardians to a new generation. I’ve heard good things.
Wow. That's supposed to be one of the thriving communities of the Wasteland? You've got to be kidding me. Those Highpool kids couldn't find their ass with both hands. I can explain things to them, but I can't understand it for them.
Might as well share my wisdom with a sty full of pigs for all the good it does. Those little punks pay zero attention to anything I say, and when they do, it's just to make some smart-ass retort about how they don't need to know that. Fine then, I'll just take myself elsewhere.
This is much better. The Agricultural Center kind of reminds me of the Guardian Citadel with all the old technology lying around. They're not really using it, but just the fact that this place is far from the ignorant youth of today is a blessing. I'm among thinking people again, and it's a breath of fresh air.
Went back to where I buried it and, miracle upon miracles, managed to find my old gear again. I've hidden it here, just in case, but I hope I won't need it.
Settling in well, but sometimes these people drive me crazy. It's not just that they ignore the valuable technology they have around them, but they seem not to care about anything that happened longer than a week ago.
Ok fine, that's not quite true, but they know so very little of their own history, or the history of humanity - it's all so opposite of how the Guardians lived and thought. Though I'm beginning to wonder if the Guardians had the right of it after all. Their goals were to collect and protect the knowledge of the past, but for what? I can't seem to remember if anybody ever said. All they seemed to want to do was keep it for themselves.
The folks at Ag Center are the exact opposite, they are afraid of the past, and shun the advances that could help them do their jobs better, but at least they're looking forward and outward. They want to share what little they know, and help feed the people of the wasteland with the food they grow here. If only I could convince them to use all the tools at their disposal. I must see if I can find some old books...
I am honestly growing fond of these people. Kathy is like the opposite of those brats in Highpool, I've been teaching her everything I can think of and she seems insatiable, always looking for more. Matt I didn't initially take to, no way could a ranger be a good guy in my book, but he kept whittling away at that conviction to the point where he's one of my closest friends now. I was so worried about the Center’s future before he came along, but he took charge and improved, not just our defenses, but our repair efforts and our research methodology. Between him and that nice fellow Ace, I find myself forgetting what the rangers did to me and mine.
And Honeydew. Dear lord. I'm blushing as I write this, but I find myself getting up in the mornings earlier just so I can see his foolish smile. Him and his melons.
It seems I'll be sticking around here for a long while yet.