"The GNR Transcripts"

*As seen in The Wasteland Survival Guide by Moira Brown (Page 423)

Entry: #1

Good morning, children of the wastes! This is Three Dog—your lord and master of this wasteland disaster. The voice. The image. The pride of…ah, you get the idea.

Maybe you can't tell me directly, but I'm just gonna come out and say it: How are you doing? How are you doing? When's the last time someone's asked you that? When someone just wanted to know how you were keeping on? I'll tell ya, it's been a long goddamn time over in this camp. The Brotherhood is a collective of righteous guys and gals, but let's be honest, they'll never get an A Plus in sympathy from this Dog.

No offense, my steely-eyed compadres.

Maybe I got a bit of a…unique situation going on here, but it's none too hard for good ol' Three Dog to pick up on what's going on. We're a society that should act as one, but we're, instead, acting like a bunch of jive loons—if you catch my drift.

We've got wars fueled by hatred and greed, and crimes inspired by desperation. Everyone's embraced the well-known philosophies of I want and I need.

Wake up, children! Look around. Each other is all we have. The moment those bombs fell, we all became a little bit closer than family. Do families stab each other in the back? No. Do families sell each other into slavery? Hell, no! But that's what's going on, and that's what we have to take care of.

We gotta get rid of all this hate and all this greed, or we'll end up drowning in it like those poor bastards over in Paradise Falls. Help your fellow man. Help him good and plenty, and he'll help you in return. We all have to offer a shoulder to lean on, so that when we need one ourselves, it'll be there waiting for us.

Take note, boys and girls: when fighting the Good Fight, you don't always gotta use your fists. Those fists are but a simple stretch away from being a helping hand, and it don't take much at all.

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