Note (Fallout 76)
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Look, I get that you want to rebuild this blasted heap. I get it. Pack up your little suitcase and just leave the safety of this community, that's YOUR CHOICE!
I still care. I do. Listen, I don't know if it will help but just after the bombs fell, I stashed anything i could find at <Alias=Dungeon>, like chemistry kits, water purifiers, heavy winter coats, <Alias=Item>, gun parts, and some busted up cans of food. I doubt much of it is still there but... good luck.
It's the end of the world and you're leaving me? This is unbelievable. I thought hey, at least now we finally have time holed up here in this dump to get to know each other while we eat cat food out of a dumpster under the pale moon light.
But fine. Leave. I don't even care anymore. Go back to your stupid ex at <Alias=Dungeon>. Take your stupid knife and get your stupid <Alias=Item>. Then just get out of here. I never want to see you again.
In order to rebuilt this great state, we need to distribute armor to known survivor settlements.
Take one set of <Alias=Item> to <Alias=Dungeon> and DON'T DIE! Find out how many more they want, then we can try to equip them. We need everyone on our side.
You made it through the Apocalypse -- through the very End of the World itself!
Come to the New Settlement at <Alias=Dungeon> and join us. Every newcomer receives your very own <Alias=Item> -- for Free*!
- If you join our settlement permanently and contribute to the survival of others in the settlement.
Hey cutie, Bring the cat with you and go to <Alias=Dungeon>. There's a group of people there, strong people who are trying to protect survivors like us. They have weapons and armor, babe - good stuff, like <Alias=Item>. So they'll be able to protect you. I'm going for my brother in Harpers Ferry, then I'll meet you there. Give Dubby a good belly rub for me. I love you.
I heard from a wanderer that there's a small family holed up in <Alias=Dungeon>. They seemed friendly enough, she said, but unwilling to trade even though they had spare armor, like <Alias=Item>.
See if they'll reconsider? You're good at talking to people... so... talk. Otherwise I'm going with my gun.