First night out...
Well, this is my first outin' to the wastes and I don't wanna waste a moment on fergetting a thing. I managed to muster up some junk and out together this journal unit to make sure I don't ferget nuttin.
Seein' as I heard some weird shit that can happin' out there, Ima gonna make certin' that I know who I am in case I don't.
Gen'Ga is the name, Junker is my favorite game in the whole wild waste! I just love findin pieces of this n that and puttin em together in ways they weren't to see what happens! Been doin that since I was a kid, found I had a knack for figurin out things. Way way back, I was bored and just started making toys to play with. Peeps weren't all that nice, so I made my own friends. Stick Steve, Randy the Rollin Rock, Pepper (she was a small shake down artist of the group), Salt (she keeps Pepper in line), and our favorite guy Tony the tubin tire!
Man we had some fun in the old days. Our adventures would last weeks on end if there were an afternoon. While that was fun n all, after awhile, a young junker grows up and has some mighty needs to addressin and we gotta put down our toys and grow up. Be responsible like n all. With a heart of lead, I put aside my old friends and searched for what my adult heart was longin for, and it wasn't long before I found it. The curves, soft shades of color, the angle in which the sun reflected of her body was unlike anything I had seen in my entire life. Then, I watch some ugly Hoss walk up and just jump right on top of her like it was no one's business and gave her a hard kick. My lip curled at the abuse, but she roared to life and the noises that came from her throat we like songs and praises for some unknown God. I stood there, slack jawed as I watched that brute grab her throttle and twist, causing a torrent of dust and wind as her back tires bit into the dirt and tore off down the road. From that moment on, I was hooked.
I set up shop in my hovel and went to tinkerin and figuring and learnin. I knew that there was a perfection out there that I had to grab, and I didn't care how I came across parts to learn it. Which, brings me to my first night out on the sands.
T.O.B.Y. here is my pride and joy. Tactical Observer Bringing YeeHaw! or T.O.B.Y. for short. This bad boy isn't much to look at, but he can pack a punch. On the morrow, we will see how much of a punch. For now, that's enough yammerin for one night. Time for Z's and see how things work out in the morn.
Seein' as I heard some weird shit that can happin' out there, Ima gonna make certin' that I know who I am in case I don't.
Gen'Ga is the name, Junker is my favorite game in the whole wild waste! I just love findin pieces of this n that and puttin em together in ways they weren't to see what happens! Been doin that since I was a kid, found I had a knack for figurin out things. Way way back, I was bored and just started making toys to play with. Peeps weren't all that nice, so I made my own friends. Stick Steve, Randy the Rollin Rock, Pepper (she was a small shake down artist of the group), Salt (she keeps Pepper in line), and our favorite guy Tony the tubin tire!
Man we had some fun in the old days. Our adventures would last weeks on end if there were an afternoon. While that was fun n all, after awhile, a young junker grows up and has some mighty needs to addressin and we gotta put down our toys and grow up. Be responsible like n all. With a heart of lead, I put aside my old friends and searched for what my adult heart was longin for, and it wasn't long before I found it. The curves, soft shades of color, the angle in which the sun reflected of her body was unlike anything I had seen in my entire life. Then, I watch some ugly Hoss walk up and just jump right on top of her like it was no one's business and gave her a hard kick. My lip curled at the abuse, but she roared to life and the noises that came from her throat we like songs and praises for some unknown God. I stood there, slack jawed as I watched that brute grab her throttle and twist, causing a torrent of dust and wind as her back tires bit into the dirt and tore off down the road. From that moment on, I was hooked.
I set up shop in my hovel and went to tinkerin and figuring and learnin. I knew that there was a perfection out there that I had to grab, and I didn't care how I came across parts to learn it. Which, brings me to my first night out on the sands.
T.O.B.Y. here is my pride and joy. Tactical Observer Bringing YeeHaw! or T.O.B.Y. for short. This bad boy isn't much to look at, but he can pack a punch. On the morrow, we will see how much of a punch. For now, that's enough yammerin for one night. Time for Z's and see how things work out in the morn.
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