The tank has a name
Part 5 of Non-Vault 22, written by yours truly, Kai. It took us abit to get to the clearing, but once we did, I got a full view of what I had an unwilling hand in doing. Thinking about it now still makes me want to gag. Yeah, it was still a distance away and all, but that didn't matter. I saw the consequence. But then my new sense kicked in, pointing out that the clearing wasn't empty. Seeing people that weren't green honestly made me so happy. I went up to one of the people and asked if they seen Doc or Kallaway, but they didn't recall seeing either of them. Seeing as they knew more about what to do than I did, I decided that I was gonna follow them until we got lost again. Which that fucking place had a goddamn habit of. FUCK YOU FOREST! ONLY PLACE WHERE I DO WANT TO START A FOREST FIRE! Anyway, the leader of the group, a Dr. Eiffel of the Not-French persuasion suggested we rest abit in the clearing. Me being me, I thought that was a fucking swell idea. Howe