Piplog 3 - My Obituary
Transcription Begins 08-17-2277 07:42
My name is Owen Trist, and if you’re reading this I’m probably dead. Maybe you killed me. Maybe you found this pipboy attached to my arm inside a radroach nest. I don’t know.
I don’t even know why I’m transcribing this. Jonas thought Piplogs were neat, but I just never got into them. Maybe this is for him. Maybe it’s for me, because talking about it helps me get my thoughts in order, and it’s less crazy to record a piplog for transcription than it is to squat in the ruins of a house babbling to yourself.
Oh God. Jonas.
[muffled weeping]
Is it weird that giving myself a eulogy calms me down?
Okay. My name’s Owen. I was born in a vault, which you can probably tell from the way my corpse is dressed if you found my pipboy with it. I don’t know if you know what that is, potential reader. It’s a metal box buried in the ground to keep my ancestors safe from the Great War. Two hundred years ago. That’s twenty generations of my people down there, if you can’t do the math.
They told us there was nobody else left. That the surface was still uninhabitable. My PipBoy tells me radiation levels are higher than I’m used to, but nothing dangerous. So there’s a good chance you’re alive to read this, even if I’m not. After I left I ran across some dead guys lying along what used to be a street…
They had guns. Knives. Looked like trouble, so I hid.
[long pause]
That’s a lie. I’m afraid of running into men with guns, sure, but what I’m hiding from, in this shell of a house, is the sky. It just… goes on forever. There’s no ceiling.
Maybe that doesn’t mean anything to you, but I grew up in a hole in the ground so believe me when I say that it’s very upsetting.
I can’t stay here, though. I need to get moving as soon as I can. Gotta find Dad. He’ll know what to do.
It’s not like I can go back.
Christ.
Okay.
[clearing throat]
The GOAT put me in maintenance because I’m good at working out problems. So let’s work this out.
I need to find my Dad. He has a few hours or so lead on me, and I have no idea which way he might have gone. I need food, water, and shelter, and I need to avoid anything that might murder me.
My assets. I’m smart. I did well in science and math, and I have experience helping Dad in the clinic. I’m not in terrible shape, but I feel lightheaded and my hands won’t stop trembling… PipBoy says I’m fine so it’s probably just nerves.
I grabbed a lot of stuff on my way out of the vault. I don’t even remember doing it. I’ve got my baseball bat, the BB gun Dad gave me when I was ten, uh… a leather jacket?
That’s right. I ran into Butch… his Mom was being attacked by radroaches. The halls were crawling with them… they were keeping security busy. That’s probably how Dad was able to get out.
Anyway, I used the bat to help Butch’s Mom, and he gave me his Tunnel Snake jacket.
Oh, hey, the Pipboy took a picture of Butch's Mom, I didn't realize I hit the camera button. Forgive me, I haven't played around with the camera or transcription features since the Overseer gave me the PipBoy when I turned 10.
[long pause]
Right, okay. I also have some bottled water and food, but not enough for more than a day.
[shifting noise]
I ran into those bodies back when I got out of the Vault. Maybe I… maybe they had something I can use.
Transcription Ends 08-18-2277 07:55