An actual good mood

Few things before I get started. First of all, I updated the layout (as you can probably tell). Now it looks less like it was shit out of whale and more like it actually had some effort put into it. Second, I want you to drop me a message on your preffered medium of communication(Messenger Pigeon, Smoke signals, whatever you crazy bastards like) if you read (and enjoy) this blog. Moar readers = better content. Anyway, on to the ranting:


You know what? I'm in a good mood. No, that isn't sarcasm. No, I'm not being ironic. Since I started Fuuu-ing at this blog I've been less of a rage-tastic dickbag. Only barely less, but less nontheless(HURR HURR). So as a result, this post is gonna be lacking in comedy value. And yes, I can hear you leaving. It's alright, go. I'll just talk to myself. Which I pretty much have been doing anyway, ba dum tish.

I think my brain did get the message, Redacted has been out of my mind recently. I haven't had a dream about her, she hasn't crossed my mind significantly. S'been pretty good. I'm not holding my breath though, I'm expecting a nut shot pretty damn soon. That grey bastard does hate me. Anyway, that leaves me with little else to talk about. As much as I hate her, Redacted provides some pretty good ranting material. Hey, Bitches are easy to complain about. Funny as well. If she were a nice chick and I did indeed like her it would be nowhere near as entertaining and five times more depressing.

As shit as this post has been, I think this will have to be it. I have nothing to talk about. At all. I'll be back to bitching and moaning about benign little things come Monday or Tuesday. I can guarrantee Redacted and Brain will conspire to piss me off by then. Later.

Dreams fucking suck

You know the drill, I'm gonna bitch and moan again. I'm early this time as well, I didn't think I'd need to vent my rage so soon. Reasons enclosed:


Okay Brain, what the fuck? I thought you got it last time. I thought we'd come to some sort of an understanding. I thought we could be friends. just like the old days, when we would team up and turn dull plastic toys into magical beings of wonderment. What happended to those days? Why aren't we friends? WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME < / 3

Seriously though, what the hell was up last night? That was uncalled for. It was like pushing an elderly nun who has cancer down the stairs. I think we're all cool, all pals again. I think I'm gonna have a cool dream, like fighting Hitler and Bin Laden with Teddy MF Roosevelt at my back. Something epic. Totally unrelated to HER. But what do you do? Give me the best, most realistic, fucking brilliant dream ever. No need to double-take. Yeah, it was a fantastic dream. I am bitching about a brilliant dream.


A brilliant dream about HER. Seriously, fuck you. You're a lump of squishy gray shit. Fucking bacstabbing cunt. Why give me the most perfect dream ever about her? You know she doesn't like me. Why punish me? Why torment me? 'Hey Bren, this is what being with X would be like!' Do you enjoy doing this? Are you trying to crush what little enjoyment I get out of life? It's fucking working as well. I had to fucking socialise in college to cheer myself up from that. Even worse than that is you're making me think I like her. You just dont fucking quit. It's like you've shot out my kneecaps so I can't flee and you're slowly peeling off my skin just to hear me scream in pain. Falling for her is number two on the things I seriously don't want to do right now. One being go to college tomorrow.


Brain, I swear to God if I fall for her I will flip the shit fuck out. They'll be hell to pay. I might even fucking kill a guy. Or just drink myself into a coma. Either works. Fucking douchebag. I want her the fuck out of my head, got that? Good, cos if you don't get rid of her I will flip the shit fuck out. Eat a dick you grey piece of solidified failure.

Fuck You Brain

S'been a while since I updated this, though not like anyone gives a shit. I mean really, who the fuck even reads this anymore? It's like I'm writing for myself. I think I'm just gonna bust a nut out of rage for the shit of it really. Use this as a place to vent my anger and sadness(which is just more anger). So yeah:


Fuck you Brain, you piece of shit. Why do you hate me so much? It's not like I've done anything to you. Why the fuck do you plague my mind so much? Yeah, I get it, I talked to a girl. Doesn't mean you have to make her occupy my mind for the next week. What the fuck is up with that? I'm sure you have better things than to piss me off even further. I don't even like any of these girls? What are you trying to accomplish? Trying to make me like them? That won't fucking work. I'll just end up hating them. It's a fucking proven fact, and you of all organs should know. More I think, the more I hate. God Brain, grow a fucking brain. Fucking moron. Why the fuck did you have to pick her as well? She fucking doesn't like me. Unless you think that the dislike is just a cover for her true feelings. In which case, I think Penis is smarter than you. Fucking waste of cells. You'd think an organ tailored for thinking would at least be good at it. Instead, no you must plague my mind with a girl who I don't like and doesn't like me. I bet you get some kind of sick enjoyment out of it, you enjoy seeing me recoil in rage as I try to rid my head of her. You just bring her back. And Back. And Back, ad nauseum. Seriously Brain, I barely even like her and she seriously doesn't like me. Fucking end of her. I want her to stay out of my head. And don't think this is some greenlight to bring a fucking 'nother girl into there. If you do, I'll probably kill us both. Then what will kidney do? His blood will be on your hands. Yeah, you better think that over you useless piece of shit. Swear to God you piss me off, fucking twat.

On Social Suicide

"Right now
Well it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here
And create a fresher atmosphere
But the consequence is clear"
Social Suicide - Bad Religion

Social Suicide is something I seem to commit often. I guess I do it out of boredom. I seem to get bored with people, then take my excess anger out on them. Or I just grab the idiot ball and say something I shouldn't have. No matter what causes it, it happens. A lot. The only time I regret it is when it's accidental.

Most of the time, it's done on purpose. Sometime I just get bored with people, and want a break from them. Let's face it though, some people are really really annoying. You just want a break from their incessant whiny voice or childish antics. I mean, you've probably done it before. I doubt you can honestly tell me that you've never told an annoying person to Eff off because they won't leave you alone. Come on, don't deny it. There, glad you admitted it. While I don't directly tell them to eff off, I do commit social suicide with them. If it gets rid of an annoying person, then fuck it. Job well done. It just sucks when someone gets caught in the crossfire and thinks less of you because of it. Even worse so when they're a potential new friend.

I don't even know where I'm going with this. I've kind of just strung some bullshit together and called it a post. Bottom line - I commit social suicide a lot and I rarely regret it. Later.

The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 29th 2277

August 29th, 2277:

Dear Diary:

Moriarty told me where to find my Daddy. He said that he went to the Galaxy News Radio building in the Chevy Chase district in the outskirts of D.C. I had a chat with Mr. Simms and Taro about D.C. and they say it's a warzone. They advised me to stay away until I got some better equipment and got better at shooting. I guess finding Daddy will have to wait, he should be fine without me. From what I've heard from the residents around here, Gee-Enn-Arr is a pretty safe place. Plus, Daddys pretty badass anyway so he should have got to there without any problem.

I'm doing some more work for Moira to help pay for the new equipment and extra supplies I'll need to the day or so long trip into D.C. She asked me to do two things; contract radiation sickness and travel to a place called 'Minefield'. These seem like pretty dangerous things, but Moira assured me that she would cure my radiation sickness as soon as I got back. She also taught me how to disarm mines. It's actually surprisingly easy, all you need to do is press the button in the center before it explodes. Given my perception and agility, I should find it nice and easy to get rid of those nasty murder tools. Moira said she'd give me a bonus if I brought her back a mine to study on.

I'm off to go hunting for some food with Taro and Billy Creel. Taro was on about hunting some 'Mirelurk', they sound pretty tasty. Anyway, buh-bye. *click*

On Depression

So we meet again Random Blog Reader, decided to stop by and read my, quite frankly, amazing Fallout Blogs? Well, it's tough luck for you I guess I'm not planning on updating it at the moment. Instead, I've decided I'll do a more social post about some shit thats been bothering me.
So, RBR I'll admit it. Your god is depressed. Genuinely depressed. Now, I know that hearing this will probably send you spiralling into depression and maybe even suicide as well. I mean, how can someone as awesome and flawless as me get depressed? Well, it seems I'm TOO awesome and flawless. I've got nothing too look forward to, nothing special happenning. What's the point if I'm so good at everything? Trust me RBR, being orgasmically awesome gets boring.
I'm pretty damn lonely, no girl seems to think she's up to my god-like level of awesome so they dont bother with me. Videogaming is becoming boring because I'm so good at it. I've got nothing to do at all. I've even started going to other colleges on my monday off to entertain others with my prescence. That's how fucking bored I am. If I could make myself any less awesome, maybe even normal I would. It might be fun not being the greatest person ever for a bit. I might even get me some girls then.
I'm going to go look up some crazy voodoo magic, and see if I can't find me a way to make myself less feckin' epic. Later RBR.

The Diary of Nicola Marié Evans - August 28th 2277

August 28th 2277:

Dear Diary:

Well, exploring the Super-Duper Mart was eventful. I ran into this japanese guy, Taro his name was. He saved my life a few times, he's one hell of a good shot. He tell's me hes descended from a long line of Japanese-American commando's. They're skills were passed down from father to son, and it seems these skill's managed to live through the nuclear holocaust aswell.
The Super-duper mart was filled with raiders, I'm glad I ran into Taro outside. He handed me a spare assault rifle, and we ran through the raiders like a hot knife through butter. I got shot once, but it was nothing too painful. Taro taught me some medical tips, and the pain was gone straight away. I need to keep my eye out for bandages and stimpacks.
I found the raiders stash of drugs and food, and piled it into my brahmin-skin bag. Taro said he'd hang with me for a while, he says he's bored of travelling by himself. I could use a hand in defending myself anyway, I didn't kill any of the raiders in the Super-Duper mart. I just wounded one, and Taro executed her. It was a little gruesome, but I guess she deserved it.
When I got back to Megaton, Moira gave me a free suit of leather armour and some Morphine needles. The leather armour will help keep me from getting hurt and the morphine will keep me standing up when I do get hurt. Oh, I also found out what Cap's are. Cap's are the currency in the 'Capital Wasteland'. They're just bottlecaps from Nuka-Cola bottles. I found about 200 of them in the Super-Duper mart. I don;t know why the raiders had them though, if they just pillage places for their stuff. I'm going to pay that Moriarty fellow for info on where my Daddy has gotten to. Anyway, Nic out.