User Guide

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My Return to Vault-13
I was not treated to a heroe’s welcome when I
returned to Vault-13. The overseer met me outside
the massive Vault door, and told me point blank
that while my services to the Vault will always be
remembered, he could no longer trust me or what I
had become. He said something along the lines that
I had saved the Vault, and now I must leave.
Bastard.
So, I left.
The days and weeks that followed were hard on
me. I had met few true friends outside the Vault,
and they had died following me. Now, my family had
kicked me out and said that I could never return.
I screamed. I cried. Slowly I came to realize
that the Overseer may have been correct. I had
changed. Life outside the Vault was different, and
now I, too, was different. But I have never
forgiven him for doing what he did to me.
I wandered the desert, but never moved far from
the mountains that shielded the Vault from the rest
of the world. Perhaps I wanted to return, and
force my way in, or plead for them to take me back.
Fortunately, it did not come to that. I found a
few wretched souls, a small group of Vault-
dwellers, who upon hearing of what happened to me,
had decided to leave the Vault and join my side.
They knew little of the outside world, and would
have died if it were not for my assistance.
Together, our little group moved north, away
from the Vault, and away from that old life.
Slowly, I taught them what experience had taught
me. And together we learned to thrive.
The Tribe
Over time, our ragtag group turned into a tribe. I
fell in love with one of them, and we raised a
family, like all of our tribespeople.
We founded the Village, beyond the great cliff.
It is a secure home thanks to our hard work. We
would send scouts back towards the Vault, to help