The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God

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“Behold, He, who has wrote down in his diary with the blood of his foes. . .The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God. . .in The Wasteland! Bask in His gory glory! For He has killed for your sins!” —Elevator Jaymes “The Revealed”, Mighty Bear Erotica 3:21

Day 6.
Have set foot outside my magical cave, and started wandering the wasteland. I still have yet to give all my materials to my canine companion. . .the weight is unbearable. . .over some tons. . .but at least I have chicken.

Day 7.
I gave up 20 lbs of CRAM to a wandering droid. They still don’t know I am stalking them, or that I have picked their butts of fusion cores. I suspect that they will get angry when their sensors and motors overheat. . .fuck, am I a heavy son bitch.

Day 13.
I took my robot consort and turned it into a pony—a majestic, beautiful, mother trucking pony! Envy me, Wastelanders! ENVY YOUR ALMIGHTY BEAR GOD. . .He, who rides a fucking robotic unicorn of mass destruction. Next stop. That one settlement on the east Boston shore, near the lighthouse. I’m coming for you. . .hard.

Day 18.
I am sad. So, fucking sad. My robotic unicorn of utter devastation was stolen in the night, or that lil’ shit ran away—I don’t know, but I’m so pissed! . . .and sad. RAWR! I lost 30 fusion cores, 2 power armor sets, 20 cases of Target Limited Edition Quantom Nuka Cola, and—WHERE THE HELL IS MY UNDERWEAR!? I bet that damn, dirty Super Mutant Grell took it. . . Although, that may explain why my nuts are glowing green slightly. I better not have to amputate. If I have to. . .I swear to myself, I will be riding someone’s ass hard tonight. I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU, HELENA! Your. . .cold. . .dismembered body. Delicious.

Day 21.
I have found my unicorn of mass destruction! It was stolen alright. . .some Raiders thought it’d be cute to try and piss me off. Well, I got that bitch back, and blew so much smoke up their ass—ha ha, it was a whole new meaning to billowing smoke, or blowing smoke up their ass. . .something. . .WHATEVER! I’m happy. That’s what matters! Not what you’re feeling, you insignificant gnat!
I do wonder though, what’s for dinner? I could go for some lovely Mirelurk scrambled eggs, Sugarbombs, a Deathclaw steak, a dirty wastelander, and maybe a cocktail of all my chems—THE BREAKFAST OF WASTELANDER CHAMPIONS! Someone is definitely getting their skull [and ass] rocked today!

Day 26.
I pistol whipped a babe. No, not bae, you shitbag! Babe. A chick. A girl. A woman. A female with a fully functioning reproductive system. Well, it was fully functional. . .until I was through. That stingy wench wanted 2k caps though. 2k! Unfortunately, she wasn’t susceptible to the cap glitch, since she didn’t have any ammo. They used to say “Go eat some pussy!” Well, friends (whom were slaughtered for the remark. . .assholes.), I did, thus why I had my meat pie. I just have to add. . .ROAST BEEF!

Day 30.
I am. . . A MECHANICAL BEAR GOD! I have slain all my bear brethren, and devoured their souls. Next is the dirty crabs. NO ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST CAN SAVE YOU NOW, CRABBY!

Day 31.
I farted while using my shoulder mounted Fat Mans and wiped out all of my settlements. I am going to need more worshipers. . .and soon!
On the plus side of things. . .Evil Cowards does go great on my playlist of Fall on Your Sword, and Electric Six—naturally. Ah, those damn rich kids!

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