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October 12th 2277

Radroach carcass in alley this morning, footprint on burst stomach. This world is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. The vaults are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood. When the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their hacking and whacking will foam up about their waists, and when all the ghouls and wastelanders of Megaton look up and shout, "Save us!" I'll look down and whisper, "Tunnel Snakes rule."