The Personal Journal of Craig Dawson (pre-wipe, awaiting removal)

[Das_Uberman]

The personal journal of Craig Dawson

Entry 1:
I've never really kept a journal before, so I don't really know what to put in here. I'll start with my past. I came from a family of fighters. My grandfather was some sort of warrior priest, my father was vague on the details. My dad, well he was a fighter too. He ran the town I was born in, kept it safe. He taught me everything he knew about surviving. But more importantly, he taught me how to act. "It's good to survive," he said, "but what good is surviving if you can't look at your self in the mirror?" He was an honorable man, and I wonder if he's still alive. I left town not long after my eighteenth birthday, haven't seen him in over ten years.

Entry 2:
So now that my past is covered, I guess we move to the present. I've been in Red Chapel a while now, and I find myself very unhappy with the current leadership, perhaps I'll do something about it.

Entry 3:
Red Chapel is at war with a group called the Survivors. Their sheriff's office was blown up. Little do they know, it was actually me who did it. I was payed a good deal of money by the blood cult in these parts. I even took a piece of debris in the shoulder to sell it. The fools! What to blow up next?

Entry 4:
We're in a new part of Stepjaw. There was some sort of radiation leak coming from Sheer Side (Red Chapel) and the Brotherhood of Steel had us all evacuated. This is the very same place that father told me grandpa protected a town in, maybe I can find anything he left behind. The raiders from the old area have apparently followed us here, that fellow who nearly blew my foot off is here.

Entry 5:
Heroes and raiders suck. I tried to do a good thing, I tried to do what my father would, and look what happened to me. I got a damn explosive collar around my neck. I saved a girl, turns out she isn't worth saving, and now I'm probably gonna die. I'm freaking out. Alcohol helps, and so do chems. They take the edge off... And I have Rose. I hope I don't get her hurt. I couldn't live with myself if I did. I swear, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna put a bullet through that raider's skull.