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Mkay.

Fallout......good times. I remember a good looking one, Roy Phillips' girl. A natural lady in white.

One of his non-feral allies. She had a Marilyn Monroe-like dress. I felt bad for her. Imagine being a woman reduced to a ghoul, your hair and smooth skin and features rubbed raw or fallen away. To confront a visage that no longer spoke of your soul, but one that was raw and tortured. To become a freak to so many when all you really want, like what anyone wants, is acceptance and love.

Unfortunately for her, ghouls are not of God. They are not created in God's image, but are an outcome of man's willful abuse of nature's power. Ghouls are a distortion of our ideal, a reminder of how badly we failed to harness science. They are an outcome.

She tried so hard to look pretty in white. She's fit and clean, close to Roy and the former scientist ghoul with the motorcycle helmet.

I used a Power Fist to kill her without VATS. I looted her gleefully, laughing as I saw her staring blankly, the same hideous unblinking face in death as in life. As a service to others, I Power Fisted her until all that remained was a bloody morass of meat. Her pretty dress was reduced to a drenched rag. Her contorted, centenarian visage -- which had survived a war, its horrors, and the rejection that followed -- was pulped. She tried so hard to retain what few qualities of humanity remained. In doing so, she participated in a plot to murder real humans who rightly rejected her and her zombie brethren. She's now fit to be shrink wrapped and sold in the pet food department.

But after all, I left her mess in the tunnels as a gift to the rats, already processed. I didn't want them to have to work for it.

/mystorywasbetter