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ID: Harlon King - #00268
Password: Mr.Yellow
Diary Entry: I was shot yesterday, it pinged right off. . .
No matter how many times you run a simulator, nothing gets you ready for actually getting shot. Agh. I almost feel regret for the waste-lander, I got so angry, from that dent. I lost my reserve, I hounded after him and drowned him with my kerosene-promethium mix before lighting him up. Knight Day said it was a little twisted, and a nearby waster threw up. . .
I think I should talk to the Head Paladin, hell, I can't even remember the event, it felt like I blacked out.
We also managed to receive some scrappy power-armor from the NCR that Knight Day patched up, looked burnt up, not my mix, but definitely from a flamer, probably NCR's own gas-mix.
On the topic of the NCR, I met Major uh. . . Major, Lynx? Alyx, Lexie, Laxi, Lockie AXYL! It was Axyl, that was it. He commanded a lot of respect from his troops, more than I can say for Day. Whom kept having hissyfits and mouthing off infront of the Major, to me. I think I broke his nose, I blacked out again; but there is blood on my helmet, and his nose is broken, so I guess that was me.
All this new contact recently, all the stress; I think it's getting to me. I best get back to my post, I'm already in enough trouble as it is for abusing the lock-up on the T-45D's and sleeping upright at the post, almost got away with it too, till I started snoring. But with, what, as far as I know, some unknown power-armor clad people across the dune, NCR prodding patrols, and wasters trying out the vent, It's up to fourteen hour sentry posts. So damned tired.
Pyro Signing Off.