DIARY OF MENTAT MIKE

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[03-25-2287] - Log 1 - Fun machine

Found this ancient machine while scavanging, had one as a kid for a few, can keep a diary.

[04-10-2287] - Log 2 - Treusure island?

Scouting along the shores, not far from Libertania, saw a big island in the distance.Used a scope to watch it, empty, no visible signs of life, just sitting there.

Come back to the bar and speak up about my findings, others were not satisfied and blew it off as a useless find. Why not explore?

[04-16-2287] - Log 3 - Update

Apparently expedition to island was already done once, no one returned . . .

I insisted we should check it out, but no, I get scolded at for persisting. Persuading needed.

[05-02-2287] - Log 4 - Fucking synths

Rumours of the captain being a synth, couple idiots hanged as result, feeling a mutiny.

[05-07-2287] - Log 5 - Running out of ink

Title says enough, I am beginning to run low on ink, besides that point, a mutiny took place but it failed. In the end, most of us were cowards, only

[07-23-2287] - Log 6 - New ink

Very costy, will try to use oil and others.Things are back to normal, though there is still the problem of a food shortage, radiated fish and rotten seagull get bland fast.

I made new plans on the island, almost forgot about it. No person is willing to join me and I was told if I wen’t myself, I should expect to get shot were I to return, accepted.

[07-28-2287] - Log 7 - Small peddler

Found a rowing boat, enough to get me away.Will steal little supplies like all the deserters do and leave within a week.

some stood up against

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[08-12-2287] - Log 8 - Foundings

Safely got to the island, heavy wind made it hard, almost rammed into one of the deserted water homes. It is almost kind of peaceful here, if it were not for the bodies and lurks, will have to clear those out later.

FINDINGS:Destroyed mansion, large freighter, few other stranded fisher ships, small dead camps.

[09-30-2287] - Log 9 - Showdown

Hired some wannabe raiders with last of my savings. Send them out to a ship which makes energy, some magical pre-war way. Watching from distance with a nuka.

Power turned on, sounds all over island, mutated fish all around. Big tower king fish rises next to the boat, mutual thought ofgetting the fuck out of here shared, but no escape for the boys stuck inside of the ship.

I stay hidden in boat covered by cloak and continue spying on the screwed over fucks.

Two of them struggle to aim up this big fat weapon at the sea monster. Holy shit, they did it, big explosion cloud, mountain of a corpse falls down, burning, ship has a big hole in it, basterds shot it too close probably.

Not going to check that place in a while.

[10-06-2287] - Log 10 - The Settlement

No name yet, island may not have treasure, but has enough recourses and is a safe spot.Decided to build my own Libertania here.Will have to kidnap some techie to set me upa radio tower or something, attract people.

Sand is nice, trees are nice, water sucks. Yet, a harbour seems like best option to start with.

[10-19-2287] - Log 11 - First batch of goons

Traitors and banished showed up in morning.They will do for the heavy work, need a better signal reach, some raids on main-land for supplies and a bar for fun. They can make their own shacks, as long as they are linked to the main zone. Praise my wisdom mentats.

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[10-26-2287] - Log 12 - Banner

One of the more artistic fellows bragged about being able to make us a signature, gave a go, no less than an hour later she returned with this big flag. Mostly blank besides a big symbol smeared in the middle with blood.Explained it symbolized anarchy, and me, being a sucker for exactly that, accepted it.

[11-02-2287] - Log 13 - Update

The place is coming along fine, new radiotower must bring in more, bar finished too, hope one of the newbies knows how to brew booze, none of that moonshine crap.

Still no name for the settlement, must think of one in coming days. Planning to instruct raid party to steal seeds and gain more scrap.Life is coming along fine.