Fallout Equestria - Long Way Home

Interlude- A Broken Mind

“Fucking apple whiskey!” I hurled the bottle against the wall with enough force to send glass shrapnel around the room. I had already drunk two pints of it with little to no effect. “These ponies don’t know the first thing about making hard liquor.” I muttered under my breath as I walked towards the kitchen. Unfortunately my foot dragged and I fell on the floor into the pile of broken glass. Great, now my hand was bleeding and I still wasn’t drunk. My hands pushed my body off of the ground and glass shards went into my foot as I hobbled over to the sink.

The faucet washed cold water over my bloody hand and finger tips. At first my hand pulled away, but soon accepted the icy water. In the action of washing the blood off of myself, I stared blankly out the window onto Horseshoe Bay. In this light, it was kind of beautiful, although that doesn’t mean perfect. Black shriveled trees plagued the coast and landscape of this once lavish mansion. It reminded me of the coast of Indozebra, where I used to live, the way the waves moved brought back memories from a simpler time. I shook my it off and said “I need some Jet.”

After a good hit of Jet, I stumbled into the bathroom and stripped my clothes off. I opened the shower door and turned the water on to a punishingly hot setting. It had been awhile since I had looked in a mirror. The person who looked back at me had longish blonde hair, blue eyes and a slight bit of muscle. Although there was a small bit of stomach bulge that came from drinking as much as I do, but it could be avoided none the less.

I shouted in my best circus ring leader voice. “And now! For Elvis Holloway’s final act! He will get drunk off his ass and once again drown in his own self pity!” I turned on one of my favorite records ear splittingly loud and hopped into the shower. This was my reward and punishment for surviving another day in this world because honestly I can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. “Sure I’ll have one of these!” I grabbed a bottle of apple whiskey from the shower liquor holder (or at least it probably was.) After drinking swig after swig for personal punishment, I cried, tried to drown myself, vomited and slept for a solid 8 hours, the night of a champion.

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My motto for the longest time has been, to prevent a hangover, never stop drinking. This has helped me through a lot of years including that night. Even though apple whisky is not strong enough for humans, two whole bottles is still a bit much. I clicked off the T.V. and walked to my workbench. I often watch old clips of myself in the house, the once inactive security cameras that I fixed up myself tape Elvis during his drunken escapades quite often. Good thing he is asleep, he tends to only come out at night. Which left time for repairs and such. Every morning I must fix everything including my unstitched hands and the shattered glass piles.

I put my glasses back on and resumed the modifications on my Advanced Power Armor. “Lets see, I need to install a fixer injector for Elvis. Oh and a stimpack injector….” I continued to work for awhile fixing and shining my fathers old suit of armor, possibly the only one in the entire one in the wasteland that could ever fit me. Good thing this house came with a lot of scrap metal in the garage.

Taking good care of this and Chaos (my scoped laser rifle, also my father’s”) was at the top of my list of things to do. I also decided that one neglected detail of the armor that could be fixed was a piece of surgical tubing and an old blood pack container near the crotch that could come in handy if I had to spend a long while in the suit. Although the most important modification had to do with the battery. As it turns out, the Fusion generator running the suit didn't need all of the energy at some points.

I could freeze my hands, arms and shoulders in the suit by cutting power to all but a select few Rotaries, thus making me more accurate and allowing a bit of energy to be diverted directly to my laser rifle! It could only support about 6 shots at a time, but was cool none the less. After of course making the modification I put everything away and lay in bed. My mind the blank page, and myself the Arthur. I couldn't help but laugh out loud then shut my eyes for a long time, but didn't have the ability to sleep go to sleep. So began the mental fight against myself for another night “Maybe if I had just a little whiskey, just to take the edge off...”

End of Interlude

Footnote

Traits: Party Boy, Wild Wasteland

Current Level: 3

Perks: Lady Killer: Special Dialogue when talking to females , Confirmed Bachelor: Special Dialogue when talking to men

Tag Skills- Energy Weapons, Repair, and Lockpicking