Hi. People call me Shaun, but in fact, I am not the real Shaun. The real one is dead, along with the Institute. He created me for some reason beyond my comprehension. But before the Minuteman sent the whole place to the space, mother adopted me. Her name is Clarke, and people call her “The Queen of the Commonwealth”, or just “The Queen”, what if you think, makes me the Prince.

If you are reading this and can’t understand shit of what am I writing, the bombs went down in the year of 2077, the world was set on fire, people die and got crazy, tons of radiation and some other crazy shit. My mother was from before the war, Vault-tec frozen her in a cryogenic tube. The real Shaun, was also there, but the Institute get him sixty years before Clarke woke up.

She escape the Vault 111, dive into the Commonwealth, looking for her son and bla bla bla. In her search, she ended up gaining lots of fame, I mean, it’s not everyday that a 200 years old woman walk out from a metal pit on the ground. By the way, we are now in the year of 2289. It’s been two years since she got out and one since the explosion of my last home.

I live in a settlement located in the old Jamaica Plain. You may be thinking “what the fuck is he doing in Jamaica Plain? That place is in the middle of nowhere. It's a war zone! Too dangerous!” and you are completely right! Well, not completely right, but you are not completely wrong. My mother has influence. Everyone knows her, what she had done and what she can do, so, with some walls and barricades in strategic points makes this place free from Raiders, Supermutants, animals and other dangerous things.

Sometimes we got attacked, but the people here managed to keep everything intact. We are 15 now. Sixteen if you caunt mother, but she is away now, some kind of problem with a group of Raiders on the West Border. Cait was telling me that this Raiders was different from the “normal”... She doesn’t really explained why, but mother left her here, and when she does that, it’s because she afraid of what can happens to me.

Returning to Jamaica Plain. I think mother set up the settlement here just because of me. When we were in Sanctuary Hills, I asked a lot for specific junk. I’d explored the whole place and found nothing more to build my things! Not even in the Vault 111. So every time she went out for something I ask her to bring something else. Of course she didn’t tell me like “oh yeah, Shaun, we are moving to Jamaica Plain so you can gather more junk!”, I just suspect…

I decided to wrote this because yesterday I found a notebook at the old elementary school. I was surprised when I saw that it was not destroyed…

Inside, there were notes from a guy named Rusty Burton, later on, I discovered a terminal where this Rusty put his notes as well. It took me the entire afternoon to crack in the terminal. That security was though. Anyway, in the notebook, Rusty wrote about lots of things like what he had done in that day, what he was planning to the next day, and his experiences. I tough it would be awesome to do the same. And here I am.

First of all, I would like to make clear my desires. I want to build things. Great things. I want to give the Commonwealth what the Institute promise; a better life quality. Rebuilt the wrecked cities, people's homes and etc.

Today, I begin this journey. Today, I will test my cooling machine. Jamaica Plain is know, at least to me, for the variety of junk and heat. Last week, we almost die of it. With my machine, I’ll be able to cool a sealed space for at least two hours before the need to recharge it. I think that's all for now.

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Hello!

My name is Austin. Engill. Austin Engill. I live in a Vault. The Vault 81. It's pretty nice in here! I don’t really have parents, but I have granny, Priscilla. Well, she is not reaaally my grandmother, she just… adopt me. Please, don’t ask me about my mom and dad, I know nothing about them and I don’t really want to know. I’m happy living the way I am.

My grandmother works in the Vault trying to make food free from radiation. The Wanderer once told me that radiation it’s “bad shit” in her words. Her name is Clarke, and she is the nicest Outsider I have ever met. It is not like I’ve met lots of Outsiders, but I also met that one called Cait… She’s not very nice, with that bad words and strange accent.

Clarke comes here whenever she can. She always brings gifts for me and Erin (that by the way is my best friend). Once she even rescued Erin’s cat, Ashes, that had escaped to the Wasteland. I’ve never been outside, but I won't lie, I could really enjoy a trip through the Commonwealth.

The day before yesterday, Clarke was here. She was traveling to the West Border. When I asked, she just smile and told me “it's just two or three necrotics, boy”. BUT, later that day, I managed to hear her conversation with McNamara, and she was off to fight Raiders! And by the look in her face, the tone of her voice, that was not just a simple and common Raider attack.

In the day after, yesterday, Gwen ordered the sealing the Vault door. And by sealing, I mean that nobody can open it unless you got the Overseer password. Something big is happening. Raiders are problem. But not THAT kind of problem. Erin is afraid. I am afraid… I will confront Gwen McNamara. I want to know what is happening. I am not a stupid child anymore. I am 12 years old.

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Nat here. Natalie Wright. Yes, yes, I’m Piper’s younger sister. I used to distribute her newspaper, the "Publick Occurrences" to the wonderful citizens of the wonderful Jewel of the Commonwealth, the great Diamont City. Bunch of motherfuckers. They always hated Piper for her articles and in the combo, they hated me as well. Although I am not pretty sure of the last one. Let’s just say that they do not love me.

Today, I am not going to distribute the newspaper nor to school. Today I'm off to the Wasteland again, but not without a purpose. Oh, no, no. On this day, Captain Mayburn is going to die. By my hands, or by my bullets.

Piper is off with Clarke to some shit on the West Border. So she’s not going to stop me. I, alone, discovered where Mayburn was hiding, and came to her. She said that he would pay for killing father, but not that day. And never after that. By the look of it. But it’s over.

I am not going unprepared if you want to know. I know where Clarke keeps her stash here in town. Well, in fact, Sheng Kawolski knew where it was, I just knew that it exists… I asked him to show me and he did it right on time. Inside the chest I found three 10mm guns with tons of bullets, some grenades, armor pieces, stimpaks, radaways and a golden wedding ring. I confess I was touched by this… I did not expected that. I know her story, Piper told me. That was her ring. She was always carrying her husbands one with her. Nate was his name.

But she’ll have to forgive me. I will take the ring with me. As an amulet. Maybe it will protect me…

Sheng is going with me. Don’t look at me, I did not ask him to come, he offered himself. He told me that he want to “protect his girl”. Asshole.

Captain Mayburn is hiding at the Boston Public Library. Just in our side. Not anymore. Piper writes justice. I will execute justice.