Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-17114085-20151213204734

The nameless ghoul dubbed Reming shut off his Pip-Boy's radio when the song came on. He never liked listening to pre-war music, it made him remember a time when he still had everything. He hated to remember. This is why he chose to stay on the East Coast, he had never gone to the east coast back before the war. Not much there seemed familiar, which was the way he liked things.

Reming was trecking through the ruins to the east of the World's Fair grounds. As a mercenary he was always looking for work, and he had heard of a small trading settlement located there, Brook's Trading Post. He wondered if the people there were bigots, if they were they would have a problem. He pushed those thoughts aside as he approached the trading post.