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Courier: Which may or may not be true.

Arcade: Everything you tell me is confidential. I need you to give me real answers.

Courier: (sigh) Fine.

Arcade: How many drinks of alcohol do you consume a week?

Courier: One.

Arcade: That’s it? One drink?

Courier: One shelf.

Arcade: …Do you exercise?

Courier: Lovemaking and gun-polishing.

Arcade: Sexual history?

Courier: Epic. And private.

Like, brahmin sized. Very slow but relatively unstoppable. Also, more than two eye stalks.

The radiation made them much more intelligent than expected, equivalent of the one of a trained dog. Their shells are as resistant as a mirelurk carapace, often littered with vines, mushrooms and vegetation.

And then a small army of eye stalks will emerge from the mud, fixed upon the wanderer.

Most run from the beasts when this happens; either startled at the eyes randomly popping out of the ground, or panicking as they realize they’re standing on a literal radioactive beacon.

But sometimes, an old, weary ghoul will greet the silent, staring stalks with a smile, and stop to rest in the company of the magnificent creature.

You’ve heard of the Sierra Madre Casino.

We all have, the legend, the curses.

Foolishness about it lying in the middle of the City of the Dead, buried beneath a blood-red cloud.