Boring. Boring boring boring! It’s what life had been for so long, for 13 long years. Just so… boring! I’d spent my days at the Warehouse doing whatever it was that we all did to burn time. The warehouse before the war was for Stable Tec, so it was filled to the brim with pre-war goodies. There were enough that everyone could have a Pipbuck, though when they died they were… repossessed. Hey, we had a lot but not infinite! Growing up we had to go to school, I guess that would be the formal word for it. Really what it was was training us how to survive, here and out in the wastes, should we choose to leave. I never understood why they left, here we were safe. We had protection, we had water talismans, we had homes. It seemed like a perfect lil oasis in this hellhole people call the Wasteland. But enough ranting, I guess that it’s about proper time to start tellin’ the story of me, True Aim.