I decided that we ghouls should have a place where we could feel welcome, and that’s mainly why I started up this farm. Maybe we can make people take a second look, you know? Maybe then they’ll see that we’re not monsters.
We pulled the weeds out until the dawn
Nearly too tired to carry on
Someday we’ll linger in the sun
Back in the Capital Wasteland the Brotherhood was at war with the traitorous group of rebels, who call themselves “The Enclave”.
Can you believe synths are replacing humans with exact duplicates? Makes me sick.
Morrigan found a new outfit…