The Two Skies cave terminal entries are a collection of entries from terminals in the Two Skies cave in the Fallout: New Vegas add-on Honest Hearts.
Terminal[]
Note: This desk terminal is located on the ground to the west of the door in the Two Skies cave. It is locked Average.
Electric Door Control.[]
Zion National Park Network
Yes.[]
Note: Accessing this disables the electricity to the door and removes the options on this terminal.
No.[]
Note: Accessing this command brings the player back to the "Electrical Door Control." command.
Terminal[]
Note: This desk terminal is located on the makeshift desk in the Two Skies cave.
Zion National Park Network
Year 2083.[]
Note: Accessing this entry adds Year: 2083 to the Courier's PIP-Boy 3000.
May 5th
The comeback goes on.
Add prickly pear to list of survivors with honey mesquite, and banana yucca. Odd nodules / mutations but safe to eat. Harvesting oh so careful, never take more than a fifth. Mouth waters every time I'm about to eat something that isn't from a can.
May 7th
Clouds of those stinging flies near fallen tree I call The Napper. Little flashes in the cloud. Something dragonfly-sized that zaps them midair then scoops them up. Something new.
May 19th
Bighorn sheep! A family - ram, ewe, and little one
Fucking Goddammit
May 20th
The sheep were different. Brawny. Ewe had curved horns just like the ram.
Seen some tiny lizards but this is first time seen animals that big.
Fingers crossed. 5-10 years breeding, fresh meat, hides, horns.
I know it's time to go back, Char. When winter has passed.
> Accessing log...
Year 2084.[]
Note: Accessing this entry adds Year: 2084 to the Courier's PIP-Boy 3000.
June 14th
Just got back. Tired. Good scrounging along the way. Ended up dragging back a cart of stuff.
Write tomorrow. Sleep.
June 15th
Departed April 10th. Walk to SLC took 15 days. Would've been 7-9 back in the old days, but had to circle pockets of radiation and foraged along way.
Don't know what I was thinking. Imagined I'd find my house, dig through rubble, find - something. Your bones I hoped, and Little Nut's. Would've buried them. Here in Zion maybe.
SLC is mostly craters. Warped steel girders where highrises sat. Mounds of bricks.
Never found our house. Didn’t even find street. What wasn’t a crater was scorched clean.
Want to believe it was fast, a flash, both of you vaporized. Lies to make me feel better. I'll never know. Which part of city got hit first? Northeast and you both died in a blink. Farther away and you burned alive screaming or the blast broken glass and bits of brick and wood splinters shredding you like hamburger. Look at it coward and listen don't turn away face it. If you'd been brave lucky man you would've found a spot and blown your brains out.
But not you. You took your time walking back, made a shopping trip of it. Scrounger.
The truck was still there on the 77 north of Spanish Fork. The Chryslus too, but no sign of the old couple's bones.
Outside Nephi I caught a trail. Three men, tracks heading toward Fountain Green. Thought about following but didn't. Stupid fantasy of friends, more likely cannibals.
June 20th
Took two days to build door and electrify it.
No soliciting, assholes. Home sweet fucking home.
> Accessing log...
Year 2095.[]
Note: Accessing this entry adds Year: 2095 to the Courier's PIP-Boy 3000.
September 20th
I count 28 of them. 11 adult males, 8 females, 9 children aged 2 - 10. Some rifles and pistols in bad repair. Old world clothes, ratty.
September 22nd
Got close enough last night to hear them talk. Spanish, I think. From Mexico?
Heard them say "paradeeso" a bunch. Think that means paradise. Here to stay, then.
Seem harmless. SEEM.
October 5th
The one I call "Maria" is pregnant. Think the father is "Jose" but she spends a lot of time with "Pablo" too.
October 7th
"Pedro" ran out to pee in the stream and would've seen me if he looked to his left. Too close. Need to give them space.
November 10th
"Jose" broke his leg chasing a bighorn. Too far from camp for them to hear. Told myself to leave it be but couldn't. 300 yards from their camp did my best Jose screaming imitation until a bunch of them came looking, then strung them along to the crest where they could hear the real Jose.
Probably useless. Compound fracture, broke the skin.
November 11th
"Infec-shee-own." So many goddamn words nearly the same, think I'd be fluent. But anyway Jose's leg has got it so he's going to die. Nature for you. Of course they're giving prayer a try.
November 12th
Left bottle of antibiotics on a rock outside their camp last night. They thanked God (Dee-os) of course. As though that asshole saw fit to burn the world but still cared enough to leave some medicine on a rock.
November 15th
Jose will always limp but otherwise he'll be okay. Good deed for the month.
Will they make it through the winter?
> Accessing log...