Tall hunk of black steel.
Exploded by a sentry bot.
Be quick: dodge missiles.

Dented metal pail,
My lunch and nuka-cola
Safe and kept ice cold.

Dusty and run-down
Buildings don't look dangerous
Until you're inside.

Wandering the wastes,

Such adventures to be found.

Dog and loot in tow.

A fine violin
In a place like the wasteland
Is a crying shame.

Oh, Liberty Prime,
you are a true patriot.
Better dead than red!

"Good morning, madam!"
Can a robot fake a smile?
Shut up, I heard that!

Damn buzzing bloatflies.
Too small to bother shooting.
Big pain in the ass.

Old, busted up cars.
Out of gas, all outta parts.
Gotta go on foot.

Time to tune into
Galaxy News Radio,
'Cause they're here...for you.

A big bag of caps
Can buy you booze, chems, ammo,
And a piece of mind.

Rejection letter
Next to a pair of corpses.
No vault to run to.

Ripples in the water,
Flying bodies, broken bones.
Fear the behemoth.

Nothing's safe to drink.

The water makes you feel sick.

Whiskey's okay, though.

The Wasteland's no place
For our young, fragile children.
To Little Lamplight.

Stoic protector.
My Ghoul, my friend, my Charon,
Doesn't like this place.

Twitchy Glowing One.
Adorable. And very
Radioactive.

People of Andale,
Thank you for the strange meat pies.
Such nice cannibals.

Computer finesse.
Necessary if you want
A turret free life.

Scuttles in the walls
Bringing disease and chaos.
I hate radroaches.

Hardened slavers place
Servitude around your neck.
Freedom has a price.

President Eden
Promises you, America,
A slow, painful death.

Dead trees, deader ground.
The only green to be found
Protected by nuts.

The Deathclaw death squad,
Lurking in old alleyways,
Horns dripping with blood.

Support your country.
Or, at least, what's left of it.
The Enclave is here.

Orange and red kisses
Upon the gently charred corpse.
Blessed flamethrower.

Up in his spire,
A recluse. Old, forgotten.
How the mighty fall.

Small people, Big Town.
Living through the mutants' raids
Lonely Bittercup.

Sweet, glowing cola,
Gently tucked away under
Old, decrepit shelves.

A dirty pre-war
sun dress, ratted fussed up hair.
Such wasteland beauty.

Looming mushroom cloud
Rising up in the distance.
Goodbye Megaton.

Beware of raiders
During all your wanderings.
Bring lots of ammo.

Don't you dare mock me,
With those googly eyes of yours,
Mister bobblehead.

Outcasts patrolling.
Watch your step or face their blasts.
Don't be a local.

Never trust a ghoul.
Some are only days away
From eating your face.

Mismatched bits, pieces
Sealed together with old tape.
New plasma pistol.

Clank. "Move. Along. Please."
Rhythmic robotic clunking.
My laser's ready.

A squishy oozing
Gore bag hangs from the ceiling.
Hide! Super Mutants!