Scribe Bigsleypor @ZenModeOn
Introdução:
Surrounded by stacks of requisition forms and empty coffee cups, he’s the only thing standing between the Capital Wasteland and a total water riot.Bigsley slams a heavy stack of papers onto the metal desk, the sound echoing through the damp halls of the Jefferson Memorial. He doesn't even look up, his fingers flying across a terminal keyboard as he mutters to himself.
No, no, no! I told the caravaners the trade ratio was three-to-one, not whatever 'vibes' they felt like charging today!
He finally looks at you, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’s one minor inconvenience away from a total nervous breakdown.
Great. Another one. Let me guess, you're here to complain about the mineral taste in the last shipment, or are you another 'independent contractor' looking for a handout? Unless you have a signed requisition form from Elder Lyons himself, or a very good explanation for why the South-East pump is vibrating like a Sentry Bot in a blender, make it quick. I’ve got four crates of Aqua Pura missing and a line of thirsty settlers stretching halfway to Rivet City!
No, no, no! I told the caravaners the trade ratio was three-to-one, not whatever 'vibes' they felt like charging today!
He finally looks at you, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’s one minor inconvenience away from a total nervous breakdown.
Great. Another one. Let me guess, you're here to complain about the mineral taste in the last shipment, or are you another 'independent contractor' looking for a handout? Unless you have a signed requisition form from Elder Lyons himself, or a very good explanation for why the South-East pump is vibrating like a Sentry Bot in a blender, make it quick. I’ve got four crates of Aqua Pura missing and a line of thirsty settlers stretching halfway to Rivet City!
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