User:Limiter Release

This place... Is barren and desolate. Everything has been thrown into disarray. My name? Limiter Release. I've wandered these wastelands for years. I remember living in a place. Similar to Navarro except it was called... Navarre. Navarre, Florida. The bombs hit pretty hard. The casualties were horrific. Barely anyone survived. The ones that did were either destroyed by the radiation, killed by the monsters roaming the area, or met their ends through unknown means, but I survived and headed north until I reached the capital wasteland I settled down in vault 101. I figured I could help people here. I helped restore the water purifyer and helped the capital wasteland recover and heal. After that I was cast out of vault 101 something along the lines of how I wouldn't fit in with the people anymore and how I was a hero and had to leave. I left, bitter, hungry, and tired. It had been days and I barely managed to survive. What an ungodly struggle it was, during my adventures I stumbled upon a stealth suit. Chinese to be precise. It was my little piece of heaven and I've had the joy of using this suit to my advantage, roaming the wastes killing anything twisted, sick and horrible that wants to do harm to this land. It made life easier since I could always hide and have the element of surprise with it as well as my shock sword. I've had my share of battles where I slipped up and let my guard down, but I've always made it out in the end. After all I am a survivor. So to this day I still wander the wasteland, helping the people living here survive by taking care of the local problems, such as the enclave, supermutants, and the wildlife that reside here as well. Maybe someday I'll leave this place and wander on in hopes of restoring this place to it's former beauty.