I had a dream last night... a dream of leaving the glittering city, of going out intot he desert, to a nomad encampment much l like Megaton, there was a thunderdome there, and people played Jugger games,..... then I went beyond that, was attacked on the open road by raiders... in retribution I hunted raiders down to their nests, like the outlaw hideouts from RDR.... and I ruthlesslessly slaughtered them, freeing their captives...
The I found an factory, where corporations were doing factory things, perhaps an oil refinerey... flames spouted from large pipes, and the sky turned grey above it...
Choked off I fled further, where corporate farms grew genetically engineered crops, and rowas of herd animals were stacked in boxes, intravenously fed, awaiting the slaughter...
I dontinued to run... I found a small private farm, an oasis if you will.... a desperate lone family trying to hold on against the bullyingand oppression of the corporate machine who wants their land, and doesn't want their competition...
I headed back, finding my place within a large nomad caravan, and things went smoothly until hi-way pulledus over, demanding tribute, 10 times the normal amount... I smoked that swine and took his car... a v-8 monster, armored, mean, aggressive... faster enough to keep up with the raffen shiv and border jumpers it was designed to stop.... I looked down, there was a dog beside me....
I was the road... but it was time to return, I headed back to the city, leaving the fresh clean air behind me. Embraced by the soulless steal and glass of the gleaming towers. Angry eyes stared at me from their neon lit streets.... they would never know, they would never dare leave their gilded cage. I stepped out of the car, brushed the dust from my leather... and walked in, It was time to work, and Arasaka pays well...