Day 20: I came across a bunker. Nothing of value though. Just a large, scratched gun thing called a Rock Launcher. Why make something like that when you can just throw rocks? I just left it there since it was of no value obviously.
Life of the wanderer
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Day 23: The UFO found me and has taken me prisoner. Life has not been going the way I planned it to since I found this book.
Day 24: I wake up upside down, leaning on a rock, with no clothes on. I fear what the aliens might have done to me.
And Bob killed a lizard.
And Bob killed a lizard.
Day 26: After having found my way to yet another settlement I've learned a bit of choice wisdom. Apparently heads on pikes is NOT the international sign for "All welcome!"
Also, Bob may or may not be rabid.
Also, Bob may or may not be rabid.
Day 27: Now this is a story all about how, my live got flipped upside down, let me take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called-
Some idiot stole my book, and tryed to record his live in it, but I just knocked him out, and learned bob is rabid, since the fellow seems to be quite sick looking...
Some idiot stole my book, and tryed to record his live in it, but I just knocked him out, and learned bob is rabid, since the fellow seems to be quite sick looking...
Day 30: According to some book I found in the truck twinkies are apparently unaffected by radiation and never go bad.
Thus I have begun constructing a fort out of them. Truly this bastion of survival and defense in the wasteland shall become legendary. I have chosen a site, set the foundation, and christened it Twinkerton.
Thus I have begun constructing a fort out of them. Truly this bastion of survival and defense in the wasteland shall become legendary. I have chosen a site, set the foundation, and christened it Twinkerton.
Day 31: If i'm right it's been one month since I acquired this book. I'll give you three guesses as to what happened to the Twinkee fort. Used them up? Well Bob's crap is apparently explosive and that attracted the attention of some bandits. The bandits tried to kill me but were to busy eating the twinkees. I've had weirder days.
Day 33: Bob, his pet murder-twinkie and I hiked west for a bit and found a stream. The twinkie said the water was alright, so I drank it. Also, the twinkie began surfing on a fish surfing on a turtle and began playing guitar while sodium rocks struck the surface, exploding dust everywhere.
I enjoy the good moments.
I enjoy the good moments.
Day 35: Found rolled sleeping bag under a discarded tarp. It looks pretty clean and warm. Could be useful. Bob thinks it's some kind of house for him to live in.
Day 37: There are now two tarps. I choose not to question my good fortune. Also, Bob found some rope.
