>>6324488"My trusty old power armor...wasn't able to protect me from the rads. So I changed and it kept me alive no matter how much I cooked. Most who changed...weren't able to keep their minds. The never-ending pain. The guilt of what we had wrought. Or good old fashion brain damage. A lot of us survivors lost our minds...but not all. We all either clinged to returning home...or vengeance. Didn't matter to us all at that time the difference."
"So...stranded. No supplies. No reinforcements. No support. Only enemies around us and a new ruined world we made. Our journey was fought with countless horrors. All of which when you got down to it were man made and we were responsible for half of it. Many couldn't handle the guilt. Killed themselves. Many couldn't handle what we needed to do to survive. To travel. So they also killed themselves. whether their own bullet or an enemy."
"Yet no matter how dark it was or our deeds. One day a day I'll NEVER forget, The Dragon stood up and spoke to us all. He pointed to the prisoners of war and the refugees desperately trying to survive. Asked us were we willing? Willing to throw away what was left of our humanity? If we did than what would make us any different from the traitors who betrayed us and destroyed this world? From the very man who led us to avenging our people and home. The very one who led us to slaughter, invade their own home, and destroy them...now asked us that. Do you know what we did?"
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"We spared them...because they are us. Just people trying to live, have a home, and live a good life. You know? Just some poor bastards fooled into slaughteirng each other for others' gains. That is why we were called traitors upon our return BY the traitors. Too bad we realized the truth too late. After that we did our best to save whoever we could as we tried to return home. All the way to the coast where Admiral Kraken had pieced together from the ruins...the very man who ruined it all was now offering salvation. I'll never understand what went into his head when he fired all those nukes. The others who fired the nukes couldn't live with it...but he did."
"Together we all worked together to return home...to see our homes were no more. A welcome as traitors for refusing to continue to fight a war that had already ended. Many...left when that happened. Personally I didnt' blame them. They all thought they could still have families or simply wanted to try and forget. For those of us who remained...we found places to settle the survivors. Telling ourselves it would alleviate our guilt somehow...but proof that our humanity remained. Leaving us with now just a single purpose. A mission...to not just finish off the traitors but to hunt down and kill every single one of those fuckers who ended the world. To bring an end to their 'great game'." He finally finishes as he pulls out a silver cross.
