1st Granite, 174(?), official logs of Overseer Vayaviya Vayu
These are the official logs of Overseer Vayaviya Vayu, I will record my findings for any hapless fool who stumbles upon it, or for if,
if, I make it back to the Vault. It's been somewhere around 170 years since people have started counting years again. Germen only knows how long it's been until society as we knew it collapsed. We've been sent here to conduct research, or so they say. I have a feeling they actually just want to see if people can live in this particularly irradiated hellhole. All we've been given for protection is a copper bayonet, and a securitron. I assign both to TomatoWalrus, our resident metalsmith, as he seems to know how to use them best. Hopefully that'll be enough to stave off whatever may show up.
Arriving at our location I see all kinds of junk. That's good, maybe we'll actually be able to research some things here. If not, we may be able to salvage some very necessary materials.
Looking around, I also spot a nest of... Bees, was it?
My resident herbalist informs me that these are honey bees, capable of producing a sweet liquid called "honey". I shall keep this in mind. But for now I begin laying out plans for our outpost. We will need to get ourselves secure enough soon, as I hear there are all sorts of nasty creatures roaming these parts.
2nd Granite,
TomatoWalrus came to me with a problem today. Yep, one day in and we already have a problem. That securitron the Vault assigned us?
It's not programmed for combat.When I asked him what in Germen's name the damn thing
was programmed for, he informed me that... Well, it's programmed to do nothing, basically.
Wonderful. 10th Granite,
The securitron seems to have taken a liking to taking shots at the local wild bighorners. It's plasma bolts are remarkably ineffective against them, they almost seem to not care. They eventually wander off. I shudder to think of what'll happen if an actual threat were to show up.
In other news, the mining is going pretty well. Here, you can see the bedrooms, along with what will be my office at the top. I have decided I had better start logging what supplies we have, and any trading we do should be done by me. I am the overseer, after all.
13th Granite,
I sent TomatoWalrus to chase off the local wildlife, as I was tired of hearing that damned robot firing at them all day. Other than that, it's been pretty uneventful. I dug out a storage area, which will soon also be the... What was it, "workshop" area? Yes, that's right. All this is so new. I've never seen plants as big as these "trees" before in my life. Our resident biologist informs me that "wood" from these trees has a lot of uses. I think I've seen this "wood" being used in the Vault before. She also informed me that this "clay" in the walls has a lot of uses, too. Interesting. She tried telling me about sand, but I already know about that. Hah.
18th Granite,
What is
that? Quickly accessing the databanks, I find out no information. I call just call it a "dust storm". I doubt inhaling that crap would be very healthy, but luckily it's nowhere near anyone.
20th Granite,
Alright, I'm done with these Germendamned bighorner things. I've sent TomatoWalrus to go slaughter them, and then butcher them for their meat and hides. TomatoWalrus grabs his trust copper bayonet and rushes off to break it in. I get back to business, I've designated a new dining hall to be dug out that I think everyone will love.
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Meanwhile...
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3rd Slate
Oh...
Shit.What in the
fuck is going on? How did TomatoWalrus die against some cow... bull... thing?! What's a bloody "floater"?!
It's a hovering... Poison... Gas... Worm... Thing? Well that doesn't seem
too harmful.
Oh, but they are. They are VERY harmful. There's three, and two of them decide they want to kill our bighorners.
If a wild bighorner killed a soldier with a bayonet, ours should be able to fend off some worm things, right?
Holy... Wow. I guess they really can.
(For some reason too much of this image got cut off. C'est la vie)
But it appears as if the noxious gases from these things are, well, noxious.
And I'm sending all my citizens after... Oh this isn't going to end well. But we have no other choice.
CHARGE!In all the chaos I lose track of some of the fighting, but as I charged wildly at the floater, it didn't even matter. So this is combat?
Heh. Not so tough after all, are you? Soon the other two fall, those drills and the wood cutting saw were surprisingly effective. We have yet to retrieve TomatoWalrus's things, including his bayonet. I make a mental note to do that as soon as possible.
5th Slate
Vomit...
Vomit everywhere. The fumes from the floaters has left everyone puking uncontrollably. We have no hospital to contain them, so the outside of the vault now has a thick coat of blood and vomit. Lovely. Also... One of our miners suffered a major injury in the fight. Somehow one of the worms completely severed his right foot. As stated, we have no hospital. He... He has no hope... No hope...
Y'know what?
Fuck the world.I start to designate a wall of dionite to be built around us, we'll crack it once we can deal with this horrid place we've found ourselves in.
15th Slate
Another dust storm, mining... Morale is exceptionally low... I must keep myself together. I create some workshops and get to making coffins, wheelbarrels, beds, chairs, doors, tables... Maybe once everyone gets an official bedroom and the dining room is finished, they'll cheer up. Hopefully. My biologist also informs me we should create "nest boxes" for the iguanas to lay their eggs in. I do so.
(OOC: So I'm guessing all of you want to be citizen'd?)
(OOC: I have no idea why TomatoWalrus lost his nickname
)
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