Welcome to the Capital Wastelands, the place where you can’t walk a kilometre without being shot, stabbed, beaten, clawed, bit or stung at! True to my name, the Capital Wasteland Wanderer, I took a stroll from Washington to up north, passing by notable places like the Temple of the Union, the Grisly Dinner (don’t forget to check out that whacking piece of ham left hanging there), and Old Oldney.

Total wild life death toll include:

killlist

  • 2 Bloat Flies
  • 1 Mole Rat
  • 2 Yao Guai
  • 4 Deathclaws,
  • 1 Vicious Dog,
  • 1 Radscorpion
  • 1 Giant Radscorpion
  • 2 Sentry Bots,
  • 4 Radroaches,
  • 2 Feral Ghouls,
  • 1 Glowing One
  • 1 Feral Ghoul Reaver (if Chuck Norris were a ghoul, he would be a round house kicking Feral Ghoul Reaver….this was a tough bastard)

Plenty of carnage for an evening stroll. If the post-apocalyptic wastelands had PETA, I would be their poster child (and therefore hate figure) for wanton destruction of fauna in this nuclear irradiated land. But then again, I don’t wish to be lunch. Perhaps I should travel on a southwest vector and see what will I get.

I’m hungry for Mirelurk Cakes.