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Kilroy
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Kilroy and Rats in an old house
*Kilroy looks at the symbol*
Shit! That's the Children of the Cathedrals sign.
Rat-catcher: Who are they?
They're like hubologists, only worse. Do you know who the Master whas?
Uhh yeah I think so. Why?
The Children worked for him before someone called the Vaultdweller blowed him away with an atomic bomb. The one in the blue jumpsuit is an ancestor to this "Vaultdweller". By the way do you know anyone named Kim?
*Rats freezes*
Why do you ask?
She PIPmailed me and wrote that I should take care of you. That's all she wrote. Do you know a group called "the Enclave"?
No, but I've heard of them. Why?
Because i think that the Enclave and the children of the Cathedral are working together. I have proof of that. I have seen corpses that looked like you described Chris like. They're mean sons of bitches too. They don't hesitate to kill their own if they disobey orders. I think we should get some rest and then go back to Golgotha. I dont like the idea of those creeps getting their hands on my bike.
*Kilroy rolls over on the couch and falls asleep.*
*Kilroy looks at the symbol*
Shit! That's the Children of the Cathedrals sign.
Rat-catcher: Who are they?
They're like hubologists, only worse. Do you know who the Master whas?
Uhh yeah I think so. Why?
The Children worked for him before someone called the Vaultdweller blowed him away with an atomic bomb. The one in the blue jumpsuit is an ancestor to this "Vaultdweller". By the way do you know anyone named Kim?
*Rats freezes*
Why do you ask?
She PIPmailed me and wrote that I should take care of you. That's all she wrote. Do you know a group called "the Enclave"?
No, but I've heard of them. Why?
Because i think that the Enclave and the children of the Cathedral are working together. I have proof of that. I have seen corpses that looked like you described Chris like. They're mean sons of bitches too. They don't hesitate to kill their own if they disobey orders. I think we should get some rest and then go back to Golgotha. I dont like the idea of those creeps getting their hands on my bike.
*Kilroy rolls over on the couch and falls asleep.*