Entry # 0001: The Mark of a normal dude.

Name: Mark
Sex: Male
S6 P6 E6 C6 I6 A5 L5
Perks:
-Build to Destroy
-Fast Shot

Bio:
Born to a normal family, with a loving father and mother, Mark grew up as happily as any other boy in the wasteland could hope. He learned to shoot as soon as he could hold a gun, and learned how to fight with only his knuckles if need be. He was a friendly young man with a bright enough future in front of him....well, until he was met with a gunshot to the face.

Journal:
Day 1:

• Woke up with a roof over my head. Hearing an old man next to me, talking about my brain or something. This can either be good or bad.
• Old guy is quite friendly, thank god. A man can only take so many unfriendly doctors in his life.
• Old man is saying something about brain damage. I'm sure it's not important though.
• He asked me if I know my name, that's easy.

• Hey, fuck you, my mom chose that name!
• He hands me some weird mirror like device, let's take a look and see if I look like a ghoul or not.

 Do I seriously look that grim? No wonder Betty left me.... Oh wait, that was because of the raiders...

• Doc helps me up. Apparently getting shot in the face doesn't impede how I walk. Good to know for the next time.

 Update: I apparently can pick up pencils. Interesting to know.

• Doc asked me questions, nothing too bizarre, but I feel like he's just wasting my time. Answered as best as I can.
• He started to show me some pictures, one was a chain, and another looked like a gay man with lot's of hair.
• Update: Oh, and he showed me a weird close up of someone's privates. This guy is weird.
• Update2: Apparently the bearded man is not gay. Bummer.
• Update3: HOW DO I DELETE ENTRIES! HELP!
• Doc's test apparently says I'm good in a fist fight. It also says I'm a ninja, that my soul animal is Donald Trump, and that I should share this test with five friends or else I will meet a terrible fate. As if anyone in this hell hole has that many living friends!
• Doc hands me a survey. Seriously, what is this crap and why do I have to care. I just want to leave.
• Answered the damn survey. I guess it's a decent price to pay for what the doc did.
• Doc hands me a few items as I head out. Damn the sun is bright. Dammit!

Decide to check out my new pip boy I got from doc. I also put on the vault suit(it smells like petunias, bleh) and grab one of the guns that I was apparently carrying at the time.

• Tuned in to one of the stations. Chose one with some catchy music. Maybe they'll play some "East Side Raiders" songs.
• Update: Scratch that, they are playing some Pre-war music. Well at least it's catchy.
• Heading out of the town. Doc is nice, but I'm too scared to stay here more than this. I'm normally not this paranoid, but I did just get shot in the face.

I SWEAR TO GOD! A TREE JUST ASKED ME IF I WAS HAPPY WITH WHO I AM! FUCK YOU TREE! I LIKE ME! I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME ABOUT ME!

• Killed my "first" creature. A coyote. Shotguns are fun.
• I see a camp nearby. Maybe they have someone with stuff to trade, or maybe even some food.

 ---End of Journal---

Doc's note:
The travelers who found Mark said he seemed to have just recently started adventuring. I didn't have the guts to tell them how little adventuring he had actually done. They brought the body back to me, for some reason. I guess they traced the vault suit back here, oh well. The apparent cause of death was a mix of cazador poison and stab wounds from a swarm of cazadors. Poor kid, didn't even last a day. Oh well, I guess that's how things go around these parts if they don't share, like, comment, subscribe. Dumb kids.