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Disaster struck.

I was out for a while, scavenging vacuum tubes to fix a radio. When I was back to my camp, I found total destruction.

My camp was assaulted. A lot of shell casing. Blood. Everything was torched. My underground vault is good but it was raided. They took everything.

But the concerning part is that my friend is nowhere to be seen. Gone.

There's a blood trail that I will follow. I hope he's still alive. I know he was in some hairy situation with some old raider groups, but I didn't think it was SO serious. I'm sure they were after him. I see shells from his weapon. He put up a fierce resistance, then he fled. I'm so worried.

I'm gonna go feral for a while. Live in the woods like the old times, tracking my friend. I'm so fucking worried. And angry. And sad, and scared. All my tools, savings, gone.

I will sort this out.

But now I need to drink and maybe get some drugs.

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, DECEMBER 2103?

Oh, this picture I found. We used to live here for a while.

I had some friends during my journey - I remember an almost drunk guy always trying to sell booze to anyone, an old bloke that made a lot of jokes... a weird tech lady talkin'bout spaceships... but I always had my mind on that weird radio guy that left some months ago. And then, one day, he found me in the middle of the Mire, and decided to just settle and stay with me. A nice, quiet friend. A lot of fun, a very tech savy guy, smart as a professor. Amazing math skills, resourceful scavenger, and very literate. Very sad sometime. Like a beaten dog. But he's my friend and I will give my life for him. And I don't know why. I wish I can find what's tormenting his soul, I wish I can some day help him ease his pain. I like him just because he's so honest and true and funny and helpful and dedicated to his radio work. It's a friend. A true one. And I bless the day I met him because I'm not alone anymore. Here we are in a house we squatted some time ago - it had some communication equipments so "... it make sense" - he said - "to stay here for a while and set up some radio com operation. I can teach you a lot of funny stuff!" And we set up camp here for some months, and it was a very beautiful spot. Lot of travelers, etc. etc... It was a very peaceful spot. Until they came. Supermutants. A LOT of them. And we had to flee, again, to search for another place to live A better, safe place!

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, SEPTEMBER 2103

I remember that day, in my little shed near Flatwoods.

I was upset for something. I was pissed of. I was so fucking nervous. Maybe the lack of sleep, maybe something I can't fix, I don't remember.

And I opened my crate, and saw that something ate my corn stash. I was so angry.

And then I saw it. A mouse. A tiny, little mouse.

And it's painful to write this page because still today this event bring tears to me.

God, I was so pissed off, and just for a cup of corn! I raised from my chair. I tried to reach this little creature, to no avail. He scrambled away, seeking shelter under a pile of leaves.

And then I did it. I just did it. And I will never forgive me for that.

I slowly pressed my foot on the leaves.

And then... I heard it.

I heard HIS PAIN. He cried. He let out a tiny, cute sound that pierced my brain. The sound of a squeezed toy you will give to a children.

God. That little scream. That cute, scared voice of him.

My face went hot. I crouched to the leaves, scraping them off - too late.

He was dead. Just a little fluffy thing. FLAT dead - Flatwoods, huh?

I stood there for about a minute. What - have - I - done? Why?

Nausea hit me. I killed a LOT of things in my life, but this was just - unbearable. I snapped out of that. Grabbed my backpack, closed the door, took that little corpse to the river, on a bed of leaves, buried in the sand. Literally fled into the woods. Made camp somewhere in the mountains.

It started raining. Like the gods telling me how can I be such a selfish person, such a cruel human being. And I cried my heart out, all night long. And sometime I still do today.

I swear to god, I will never hurt a harmless tiny creature like that.

Still today, Foxes, Possums, Rats and all them critters, I leave them alone.

And I carry that pain with me forever. I'm carrying that little tiny mouse in my heart and there it will be, forever, as a memento of human cruelty.

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APPALACHIAN DIARY - LUG 2103?

I almost remember this moment. I was searching for supplies and I came into this room. A weird machine, some sort of calculator, a wheelchair. I had to collect some stuff because I had a meeting with... my friend, the "radio man". Never got him to tell me his real name. He gave me a map, a waypoint - "let's meet here in a week, but please collect this stuff for me, I need those items" and gave me this list. So here I was, in this room, searching for supplies. Then noises, grunts - I left, sneaking out. I remember horrible things around. On the back of this photo I wrote: "Well, I'm happy to meet him again. Maybe we can spend some time together? I'm tired of being alone and I like his way of being around, listening to the radio and talking about tech stuff. It's something that help my sanity." And so I went to the waypoint and he was there, happy to meet me again.

We made plans and we ate something. Then new adventures began. This time I'm not alone anymore! "But first I had to do someting", he said. "I will meet you at your shed in Flatwood. Then we will search a better place to make home and workshop, and then we will rule the radio waves!" And he departed. So I headed back to my little shed in Flatwood. Waiting for new adventures. On the back of the last foto, a list of things, scribbled with a pencil: bandages milk ropes a chair light bulbs vacuum tubes for him tin cans nails

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APPALACHIAN DIARY - NO DATE (May 2103?)

I'm not sad.

I'm sitting here on this bench.

I'm alone. It's raining but it's not so cold.

I'm soaking wet.

And I'm looking at all this total devastation that, once upon a time, it was Charleston.

I used to walk here - buy a coffee, have some chat.

Meet people, read the news.

Here I read the news about the war, for the first time.

Here was my favourite store, for soda, snacks and other things.

Down there, the Charleston Herald main building. I remember a park, nice people around, joy and happiness.

It's all gone. The dam collapsed, and it's all gone, washed away. Forever.

I followed the entire river, down to the Nuka Cola plant. A lot of trash, debries, bones, dead corpses, etc. I found clothes, a silver clock, a knife, a wrench and some other stuff.

I'm not scared. I'm not sad. I just can't explain. I can't get it.

I'm crying, but I'm not sad.

Time to saddle up. Wind is up. Nobody's around. Need to find shelter for the night. Gotta climb and find some safe place.

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, APRIL 29, 2103

(page is teared off) ...while worki... ...can't do it anymore and... ...need reliable clothes, those rags I use rips off so easily in the bush. So I was thinking about jeans - and miner's equipment, I remember they were very rough and sturdy. So I ventured in the region called "Ash Heap". What a hell on earth! Everything is kinda burned, charred. A lot of scorched and also those "mole miners" around. So difficult to sneak around. I remember this as a pleasant busy place, lot of proud workers, hard but positive people. Now everything is gone. I then found a quonset hut and inside, there it is, my prize waiting for me!

A bit dirty but nothing I can't wash out in the river (reminder: i need soap). Also I found a weird piece of equipment, a radio jammer of some sort. A desk fan, some fuses, and nothing else. Had some chow, rested a while, and going back. I'm planning to go thru the east part of t... ...looking for that m... ... that mayb... ...usef...

(page is ripped off here)

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, APRIL 20, 2103

Had a chat with a traveler, and got a tip about a place to visit for some spare parts - maybe weapons. Got my sack, some tools, the pipe pistol, 5 bullets, a knife, and nothing else. What a miserable life I'm living now. Leaving the black powder rifle here. Too heavy, too slow to reload, and it need some fixing. It's now hidden in a hollow tree back down the river. Spent 2 days hiking and sneaking, a lot of groups I don't wanna mess with are blocking the main road. Lesson learned: always avoid main roads. Check surroundings. Walk the forest. BE the forest! And I arrived, finally, at this nice cabin. Disappointed. There are wolves.

Beautiful animals. Dangerous. They sense my presence. I don't like to kill them. But I gotta enter that house. I know there's a radio there. I need parts. I need comms. But now I can't. Sneaking back today. Don't have ammos. Need firepower. This pipe pistol is junk. Why I left my black powder rifle home? I'm a fucking idiot. Lesson learned: check your fucking weapon, fix them and keep them with you ALWAYS. Checking down the hill tomorrow. I need to sleep. Weather is going bad. I'm hungry. And tired. I need a shelter.

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 17, 2103

Early wake up, washed in the river. Got some vegetables, maybe today I can catch a chicken, I heard them around. Yesterday I came home too tired. This morning I'm checking the damage.

Someone tried to break in my shelter while I was away; broke a window, saw that I own almost nothing, and fled away. He left a note and a box with some old screws in it. The note says "I'M SORRY". I wonder what kind of sorry helpless person was this visitor... I think from now I will leave the door unlocked; so I can save the glass and the hinges, and maybe help someone shelter himself while I'm away. It's a little thing, just four walls and a roof. I can risk that. Plenty of space for me to settle up anywhere else if things start going south. I'm sad, and alone, and helpless. There's nobody here I knew from the past. I need better food; I need clothes, weapons, and a piace to live. I need to feel safe. Where are my Vault 76 fellows? Seem that they're all gone. I think about my new friend, the weird "radio" guy. Hope to see him soon. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to the responder lady here, and to that robot seller in the church. Let's see what we can do together... SUPPLY LIST AS TODAY - Razorgrain - Corn - 2 cans of Dog Food - 4 bottles of water from the river - Pipe gun - 13 .38 ammo's - Combat knife

NEED: - Clothes - Better fireplace - A pan - A backpack!

- WEAPONS, AMMO

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 2103

Entries scribbled on the envelope with two pictures April 11, 2103 Early morning. My new friend's gone. Supermutants around, sneaked out fast. Saw a power plant, going to visit Lot of radio and typewriters. Got some parts Going down hill, hunted radstag with my black powder rifle! What a kick!

Went east, reached a kind of lake under a railway bridge! I will camp here. There's a guy, I don't trust him but at least I'm not alone. Plan to take a bath tomorrow and leave early following the railroad south.

April 12

Not following railroad south, too much risk. Found a pass thru mountains to west Almost broke my leg going downhill Visited a relay tower, no one around. Dead super mutants. Camped on roof, one eye open.

April 14 Too tired to write it was rough

April 16 Finally back in Flatwood Tired as hell Leg hurts Catching some Z's

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 9, 2103

A piece of brown paper, coming from an old envelope, with some pictures in it. Diary entry is with a pencil. I always used pencils: they don't fade out when the paper got wet, don't fade under the sun, they will stay forever. Thank you military for teaching me this!

Going back to my camp from Sugar Grove, my backpack full of docs and holotapes. Very tired. I found something interesting - a black powder rifle, very old but still working, a bunch of .50 caliber lead balls and a pack of gunpowder. I think I can use it. It's heavy but better than nothing.

Followed the mounting ridge, got some food. Found an old tent, made a fire, slept there.

I feel alone. And sad. Everybody I knew is dead, or worse.

Day after - chill morning. Saddle up, down the hill I go.

There, besides an old log cabin, is someone.

From a distance seem like a raider. But it's alone, and was acting weird, searching for something, looking at the log cabin, under it, inside it, going back and forth, talking to himself...

I was behind a bush and just stood there, looking at this weird guy, doing his stuff.

Then something intrigued me so I decided to get out of the bushes and confront him.

Well, it turned out it was a very weird and awesome encounter.

I startled him, I apologized, offered him some food and water, that he appreciated very much. Then we sat down and talked.

He was a radio amateur, just like me! But I got nothing else from his background, he didn't want to talk about his past. I don't even got his real name.

The big thing was that the radio he was carrying: a full working set!

He was trying to find a place to set up his rtx station here in this log cabin.

When I showed him the schematics in my backpack, his eyes enlightened and we talked all the night about radios, comms and tech stuff.

Ate some food - dog food, actually, some fruits, drank some water by a little fire. Nice view from here! I wish we had a beer! We had some laughs, we was really funny, tellink jokes and pulling my leg with weird stories... For the first time in a while I felt not alone.

Time to sleep, we set up ourselves in the log cabin. There he tried to setup his radio but wasn't able to receive nothing: his antenna was busted. We tried to stick out a cable to use as a simple long wire antenna and that did the trick.

The night was pleasant - I felt somehow safe in the company of this strange guy. He was always on call: he slept for half an hour, woke up, did things on the radio, went back to sleep, etc. - as if he was under the influence of some drug, but I've never seen him take anything but a few sips of water.

Next morning we woke up early. He was already packed up and ready to leave.

So I did it: I offered him a place to stay, at my camp.

At first he turned out, walked away without a word. Then he turned back: - "I have to think about that - but maybe we can stick together for a while".

- "... Ok, my camp is a little cabin at the north side of Flatwood, just next to the town entrance, you know where it is?"

- "Sure, I'll eventually met you there. But I first have something else to do. Thank you... friend!"

And he was gone, climbing his way down the ravine, just like that.

As I'm writing this, I hope to see him again. Now time to saddle up and move back to Flatwoods... but I wanna see what's that big industrial plant up there.

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 5, 2103, continued No writings in the back of this pictures, but they came from the same envelope of the Sugar Grove one, so I need my memory here. And what memories they bring me! Obviously, I took those when I entered the compound, after dealing with a lot of crazy security robots.  First picture. That was my working desk. SPEC-4 SIGINT / Field RTO, for SIGNAL INTELLIGENCE /  RADIO TELECOM OPERATOR. There’s still my coffee mug there... my terminal is busted. Nothing on those drawers. This bring me some memories of my training there, just some weeks before the world going nuts and entering Vault 76. I was a SPEC-4 in very short time - they frantically needed RTO’s, and being a radio amateur myself, I basically skipped a lot of training.  Sigint was fun. I had to listen to a lot of weird russian stuff, morse code, PSK31, RTTY, and try to squeeze out some sense, decrypting and brainstorming with my mates there.  Then a room, with two beds - this was a storage area. Seem that somebody tried to save some documentations here but I don’t understand the beds. No schematics, just military forms and papers. I remember I slept on that bed on the right because searching thru all that stuff took a lot of time. I felt somehow safe in there but I still remember a lot of scary sounds.  I locked the door using a file drawer. Chewed some dog food. Not bad.  Then I reached the commo area, as we called it, downstairs. Had to destroy some turrets and other crazy robots. There I found our archive. All of our schematics, manuals, procedures, and doctrine, technical and training holotapes were stored in those shelves.  A lot were missing or damaged, by water, fire, mold, gunshots, or eaten by critters. I even found rat nests in some boxes! But I managed to save a lot of nice schematics: Pipboys, civilian and military radios, tv sets, computers, terminals, radio communication devices, antennas... now I have those safe in my shelter. I even made some handmade copies of them, just to be safe.  Also got many tech manuals about a lot of those equipments.  At that time I was thinking “hey - I can start a business here, a repair shop of some sort! I can build and fix stuff! Let’s try this...” And so I started my journey as a wasteland repair shop / technician / whatever.  Filled my backpack and a sack with everything valuable - stashed some copies in some hidden drawers as a safe backup, and di di mau (my MSG said that for “hurry up and get the fuck out!” - I think it’s an old war slang of some sort from the 20th century, I never understood) back to my camp with everyting. Got also some holotapes! My pipboy can read them but it’s not the best for checking schematics and complicated tech notes. Some are damaged but I got some blank holotapes to use for spare parts. The duplication / repair machine wasn’t working... PAPER IS HEAVY! PS Yes, I also got a lot of typewriters servicing manuals and mechanic specifications :)  #fallout76 #roleplay #diary

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 5, 2103 Notes on back of the picture:  Sugar Grove, 26 years later. Still here. Trying to sneak inside, check for schematics and stuff to loot. Lots of robots. Scary.    “If I die in combat zone   Box me up and ship me home”

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, April 1, 2103 Notes on the back od the photo says:  “Wasn’t an April’s fool - this radio worked, for at least 10 minutes! THERE IS SOMETHING OUT THERE!  Heard some chatters, morse code, digital transmissions! But also gunshots, screams, insults and really weird talking. Scary.  And then the radio popped out smoke, and that was it.  The rectifier tube shorted, this cascaded into burning all the rest of the equipment, tubes and all. What a shame.  Need to get schematics from Sugar Grove. Must fix those radios! I’m Heading there now.” (on back of the picture, also a map sketched with a pencil, about Sugar Grove position) 

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, approx. end of March 2103 I found another radio - still not working. Tubes missing, internal cables are corroded.  I don’t have any schematics so I’m planning a trip to Sugar Grove - hopefully is still there. I went there for RTC boot camp / Advance COMM / SIGINT School just before the bombs, and I remember schematics around. I need to find something to fix those things.  I really need to know that there are other survivors outside Appalachia.  Notes: Supermutants are huge and scary Molerats are a pain in the ass Scorched are scary but also very sad to see Ghouls are pure sadness What world is this? 

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, end of  March 2103 Things are good in those days. I have food, and my shelter is nice.  I dug a well so I have some clean water - the river isn’t safe for drinking.  Found a little green table and a chair, very useful. This shed is cold at night but I hope to get something to warm up. 

Gotta hop NE to find supplies. If I can find a reliable backpack I plan to stay around for a while.  People are passing by - the place here is quite safe, only some stray dogs around.  I miss the music and good food. And my friends.  Talking too much to myself. Am I going crazy? 

SUPPLY LIST  WEAPONS & AMMO nails screws gears electronic parts (for fun?) RADIO STUFF canned goods? check if they’re good! paint more wood

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, Day 27? Around March 2103 This photo has a note on the back of it: NEED TUBES 35X4 OR EQUIVALENT ALL RADIOS SAME DEFECT

CHECK RADIO TOWERS

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APPALACHIAN DIARY, Day 10? Around Feb. 2103 Well,  I decided to go through a bunch of old pictures I took with my prosnap camera, and make a little diary of my “Appalachian journey”, as the anthropologist Alan Lomax would say.  And here is my first picture, from about 2103 - don’t remember the exact date, I think it was February. I built this shed from scrap stuff out of Flatwoods; it was nice and the place was safe; food and water around, I felt quite safe there, being near the responder lady, Heather, and his nice dog Chloe. “Duchess” from the Wayward was right pointing me in this direction :)  She helped me with an old generator that I managed to fix. I also had chickens to eat sometime! 

Flatwoods itself was a nice place to live in; a church, a tavern, some stores around, the river nearby and an agricultural research facility over the bridge - full of crazy robots, but that’s another story.  I found a very sad place - I think it’s the meeting hall, full of letters of remembrance from survivors around. They’re all dead, I suppose. Lot of corpses and skeletons around. That led me to think about Italy, my country. Is still there? What happened? I need to make contact with someone. I need to find a radio. 

From this point I started recovering the initial shock of being thrown into a messed up world, pulled my shit together and began to think about traveling around.

Explore, that’s the key. I need a safe place, weapons, and stuff. 

More to come, as I sort out all those pictures...