Day 82: Apparently Deathclaws don't like avocados. Also, it seems that the mutated avocado crop is a highly preserved fruit. Guess who's not having canned food tonight? If you said me and Bob, you're correct.
Life of the wanderer
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Day 84: I was captured by slaver's and put in a prison camp. I've got to find a way out of here. I wonder what happened to Bob.
Day 85: Allied Hornet Fighters destroyed the slavers mining headquarters. I guess that means I'm free. From the looks of the slaves around here, it doesn't look like the work would've been very pleasant.
I wonder where they put all my stuff.
I wonder where they put all my stuff.
Day 86: Found my stuff. Seems Bob was guarding it... and eating the avocado in my pocket. Good Bob.
Day 87: I... don't know where I'm going at this point... those slavers must have taken me further away than I thought...
Atleast Bob is still safe.
Atleast Bob is still safe.
Day 90: He comes crawling back, I forgive that swindling heartbreaking furry pimp 
Oh and I found some toast
Oh and I found some toast
Day 91: I shared my toast with Bob, he didn't say thank you.
I walked around 8 miles north and I made a new friend. Ricky a lizard that wouldn't stop following me. He even mimic'd my movements like a mirror. Strange that I found him on a corpse.
Oh yeh that corpse was great! I found some spare shoes and I got to eat toast. What a great day.
I walked around 8 miles north and I made a new friend. Ricky a lizard that wouldn't stop following me. He even mimic'd my movements like a mirror. Strange that I found him on a corpse.
Oh yeh that corpse was great! I found some spare shoes and I got to eat toast. What a great day.
Day 92: Bob killed the lizard. Thank goodness that thing was so pretentious. I have also decided to join the gangs of my enemies since my luck will dictate their destruction.
Day 94: Found some medical supplies. With these, the standard bacterial infections in my foot shall go away with haste. Also, I managed to make an impromptu prosthetic for Bob. He runs funny now.
Day 96: Bob didn't get an infection from the metal but I did. Had to clumsily amputate my foot with that rusty fork I keep handy. Worked about as well as it did with Bob. Now we both have one foot. Bob says the wounded look is dashing, but as strikingly handsome as I may be now, I can bloody move which some might say is a slight negative in the deadly post apocalyptic wasteland.
Bob says those people are stupid pessimists.
Bob says those people are stupid pessimists.
Day 97: Yay for mutations! I grew my foot back and Bob changed into a normal dog. With two tails.
Day 100: 100 days. The number 100 is apparently important to people. I made sure nothing weird or special happened to me today to poke fun at these people. Wait a minute, having an uneventful day is weird in this world! NO!