Roger Maxson, Fallout universe, Somewhere that is *not* southern California
One of these days Roger's going to learn to read the manual first before running the quarterly mandatory system updates on that ding-dang robot. One day. Today's not that day. Tomorrow's not looking good either. He's got to get through Chapter 3 (Troubleshooting) first, before-
Wait, whoa whoa whoa, what. What. What happened to the lighting.
Next time he is going to look up when he walks from one room in the house to another, instead of reading as he goes. Because he really doesn't remember base housing including anywhere that looks like this.
For those of you just joining us now, there's a bewildered-looking soldier in dusty gray-brown-white cammies with his finger stuck firmly between the pages of a squat, thick owner's manual of some kind. He's got a captain's rank insignia, and his unit patch probably indicates an MP, if you're the sort to notice that sort of thing.
Wait, whoa whoa whoa, what. What. What happened to the lighting.
Next time he is going to look up when he walks from one room in the house to another, instead of reading as he goes. Because he really doesn't remember base housing including anywhere that looks like this.
For those of you just joining us now, there's a bewildered-looking soldier in dusty gray-brown-white cammies with his finger stuck firmly between the pages of a squat, thick owner's manual of some kind. He's got a captain's rank insignia, and his unit patch probably indicates an MP, if you're the sort to notice that sort of thing.
