In a land of destitute and radiation, there's no lack of salvage. Plenty of ruins for plundering. Treasure and trinkets just waiting to be found. I've always had a knack for finding them, usually by the skin of my teeth. But the greatest treasures I've found, weren't buried in some pre-war tomb.

They were on the surface.

For instance, the radiant mare I came to call wife. She was a pony that had no trouble taking my sass, and dishing it back. We found ourselves a cozy little home, in one of the safer parts of Trotston. There, I discovered the joys of being a doting father. There, I used my skills to provide for more than myself.

Yeah… You could say I'm pretty good at collecting treasure.

And the wasteland is pretty good at taking it away…