Pip-boy programmer.
I always get Pip-boy programmer.
Except on my most recent save. I was going to make a chin-tacular, over the top 50's hero.
Then I got "Chaplain" as my GOAT result. And thus, my path was clear. I travelled the wastes, following my own morality.
I took up the hammer of justice, and smote heretics and mutants left and right.
I donned the holy power armour of wrath.
Those who would not fall to my hammer were incinerated in the glorious light of the sun, granted unto me by a laser rifle or rendered unto ash by the holy flame of my flamethrower.
I strode across the wastes, a shining beacon of hope for the righteous.
Foul aliens saw my glory and desired it. They took me to their ship, but not even the stars themselves could halt my wrath.
I brought my hammer down upon them, and the foul abominations they had created.
I turned their weapons against them.
I crushed all who opposed me, whether they resisted or not- they were complacent in the foul actions of the others, and thus were smote.
I left the abode of those foul beings, and set off for the pit, confident that I would spread the word of justice there.
None shall oppose me. Not ghoul. Not alien. Not slaver. Not Super-mutant. None.
And it was the most fun I'd had in fallout 3 for a long while.