Today Jimlad made a great discovery. One of the walls in the vault yielded Antimony. Most of us pushed it off as nothing, but Jimlad pointed out that we could make bullets much sharper with Hard Lead. An ore of Antimony and Lead. This would make our weapons more effective.
Autumn went by in a fluster of sawdust and stone chips. Workshops were leaking out into the storerooms. We received five more Wastelanders. They wouldn’t tell us their background, merely that they were migrant workers. Looking for a place to buckle down.
Bowie wasn’t to pleased to hear this. As we sat there interviewing our new members, a man named Keltiknight stood forward “So Mr. Keltiknight, what could you possibly bring to our fortress?”
“Well, I’m pretty good at burning wood, and I can handle a sword better then anyone in our group. I could also prove a useful rifleman.”
“A swordsman aye?” Bowie said standing up, grabbing a stick he threw it at Keltiknight “Show me what you got.” Bowie unlatched his crowbar
Keltiknight didn’t even blink, heck for a second he didn’t even move with one swift strike Bowie’s crowbar flew across the room and in the next flutter of action Keltiknight had Bowie pinned to the wall. I had to get up to save his pride, he didn’t seem to happy about it as he picked his crowbar back up. Fortunately, we gave Kelts his own squad of riflemen, called the “Ivory Years”, I sure hope our years are that good.
A man named Deathsword was all to happy to join our militia.
We made another dorm, people are starting to call the old dorm ‘Dorm Leroy’, which has me confused because I ordered both to be build.
http://img844.imageshack.us/img844/9927/5notbad.png Let this day be remembered! The first shotgun has been created and given to none other then Keltiknight! Not bad if I do say so myself. Considering I did half the work building the parts and forging the silver I deserve this next drink, to Deadiron!
We struck a small chunk of iron while mining out the future housing for ducks and chickens. Hopefully we can forge some armor. Lead won’t protect much from the cheetah’s out there.
Curses! Another caravan! I considered leaving them for the birds, but decided against it. Vance informed me that it wasn’t part of his Caravan, but rather the Privation civilization somewhere to the frozen wastes of the north. I decided to play it safe this time and had the guard follow Rabid up to the depot.
These traders proved nicer, we traded our assortment of crafts for some scraps of armor and drinks. Also a bin of leather, we’ll need leggings on our troops if we expect them to fight well. In an effort to clean up our clutter, our own bins were manufactured, at least it will help calm the huge silk stockpile we have.
After a short talk me and the caravan came to an agreement, they would arrive here every year and we would supply them with stuff they wanted. For next year I ordered wood, armor, potash, and coke. We’d probably be needing more raw materials next year.
The Liaison was finished, he informed me of what he requested.
Bracelets and Prepared meals seem like the best option to go with. Hopefully we can get that wood we asked for.
To protect the traders, I sealed the Vault.
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Just as the year came to a close, the Liaison left my office, a beep came up on my terminal. I sighed, hopefully it was those diagnostics I told it to run a few weeks ago on the maintne---
OVERSEER :: OVERRIDE ORDERS :: NEW ORDERS WAITING
I recoiled, jumping out of my chair I leapt across the desk and pushed my chest in front of the door. Running back I sat in the desk, staring at that menacing sentence for a few minutes before hitting the enter key. I typed in my password, my auxiliary password, then the Overseer Password. Finally the screen jumped up.
THANK YOU FOR USING THE VAULT-TEC VAULTS AND THANK YOU FOR FULFILLING YOUR PREVIOUS ORDERS. HOWEVER, IT IS TIME TO ELECT A NEW OVERSEER. THEY WILL BE GIVEN DIFFERENT ORDERS THAT WILL TAKE THE VAULT TO A NEW LEVEL OF UTOPIA!” I chuckled at the lie
“OF COURSE, YOU KNOW THAT THESE ORDERS ARE TOP-O-THE-LINE SECRET. IF THE NEW OVERSEER TELLS ANYONE ABOUT THEM, IT IS YOUR DUTY TO TERMINATE THEM.”I was agape, they were replacing me!? They couldn’t do that!
”NOW WETHER YOU WERE AWARE OF THIS OR NOT, WE DO NOT ACTUALLY HAVE ELECTIONS. IMAGINE THE CHAOS IF WE LET UNINFORMED PEOPLE JUST MOSEY ON IN HERE AND TAKE COMMAND. CHAOS! WE WILL BEGIN RUNNING SIMULATIONS ON WHO WILL BE THE BEST OVERSEER NEXT YEAR.”
“RUNNING”
“AFTER 1622 SIMULATIONS, WE BELIEVE THAT THE VAULT DWELLER RABID ANUBIS HAS THE BEST CHANCES OF SUCCESS. PLEASE HOLD A MOCK ELECTION AND ELECT HIM AS OVERSEER. HAVE A FINE DAYRabid!? I recoiled, there must be some mistake, he wasn’t a Vault Dweller. Certainly the machine wouldn’t mind if I took another year for it to recalculate.
“OH AND OVERSEER, PLEASE DON’T TAKE ANOTHER YEAR, IT WOULD BE A MIGHTY SHAME IF ANYTHING HAPPENED. SEE YOU AROUND THE VAULT!”I leaned back in my chair… My term was over.
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SaveRemember, post so I can send you your Orders. Replace the overseer as yourself. Have Fun!
Oh what the hell; sign me up for a turn please 
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