The following is based on information from Fallout Shelter or Fallout Shelter Online. |
This is a transcript for dialogue with Vault dwellers in Fallout Shelter. |
Conversations[]
General[]
Statement | |
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Just another great day in the Vault. | Glad I'm in here and not out there... |
Things are looking good. | Maybe the Overseer will send me out exploring soon... |
I think we should throw a party. Everybody loves parties! | Did China build Vaults? Huh. |
I'd whistle a tune right now... if I knew how. | I wonder what day it is. Not that it matters. |
I've got one goal in life - to make this Vault perfect! | Could things get any better? Probably not. |
Thinking of starting a Vault baseball team... | Anybody want to do a puzzle later? |
How's everybody doing? | Everybody doing okay? |
Hey gang! | How does that joke go again? A man and a rabbit walk into a bar... |
I've got this song stuck in my head. La la, di di do do... | Oooh. I think I feel a bathroom break coming on. |
I feel like I've been on my feet forever... | Wonder if there's enough room to play football in the Vault... |
Maybe I'll read a good book later. One of the classics. | Hmm... Maybe we should all paint the Vault a different color. |
Huh. Thought I heard a humming in the ventilation system. | Was that... skittering? Darned Radroaches could be right under us. |
Nothing like feeling safe and secure. | If we keep expanding, we may reach China! |
I'm tired of Cram. We really need a taco night. | I could really go with a nice, relaxing bath. |
Brrr... There's a draft coming from somewhere. | I wonder what the future will bring... |
Why blue? I mean, would a yellow jumpsuit really be THAT bad? | What's that smell? Is... EW. Plumbing must be backed up again. |
I bet the Overseer is like Santa Claus. Fat, magical, and always watching. | I'm just full of vim and vigor! |
Our Vault feels just like a robot's womb! If robots... had mothers... | Someday, maybe my grandkids will live here! |
Can you milk a Brahmin? ‘Cause that would mean... ICE CREAM! | Ahhh, my aching back. We really need a Vault masseuse. |
Everybody doing okay? Of course we are! | We working hard, or hardly working? He he he he. |
The lack of sun is getting to me. Time to up my vitamin D dosage. | I don't care if the oceans are irradiated. I'd kill for some fish and chips. |
Hey hey hey, what do you say? | Time for a coffee break yet? |
Nuka-Cola this, Nuka-Cola that. I want some root beer. | I need to look into Vault-Tec's retirement plan... |
If more bombs fell, would we even know it? Probably not. | Come on, everyone! The Overseer's counting on us! |
I'm so happy today! I love the Vault! And my anti-depressants! | I admit, I've never seen another Vault, but ours MUST be the best. |
I heard there are Vaults all over the country. But that's crazy talk. | Is it true there are Vaults all across the world? Naaahhh. |
I wonder how high the Vault numbers go... | I'm special, gosh darn it. And someday, the Overseer WILL notice me. |
Anybody need help with anything? | I wonder how a Vault Suit would look with cowboy boots. |
One thing they never tell you – are you supposed to wear underwear under the jumpsuit or not? | I don't care what everyone says. Getting my pilot's license is NOT a crazy pipe dream. |
Wait, is this my free time or my work time? I can't keep track anymore. | I wonder if anyone wants to go to the Living Quarters with me and... dance. |
Vault conversations[]
Statement | Possible replies |
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Knock knock. | No, NO. Please, no more "knock knock" jokes... |
Aggh! Somebody's knocking on the Vault door! It's a Raider! He'll kill us all! | |
Nobody's home. See what I did there? | |
Come on in! | |
Oh my God! Raiders at the Vault Door! Raiders at the Vault Door! | |
Who's there? Wait. You know what? Never mind. I don't care. | |
If you could leave the Vault and go claim any type of building for your home, what would it be? | Another Vault, all to myself, where nobody can ask me stupid questions. |
Um... a house? | |
A castle. With a moat, and battlements, and a drawbridge. Oh, and dragons. Got to have dragons. | |
Want to play a game later? Checkers or something? | Checkers? What are we, ten years old?? We will play Chess. |
Oh, maybe. I'll check my duty schedule and get back to you. | |
Sure! That sounds like fun! | |
Is it drafty in here, or is it just me? | You know, I think it is. Someone needs to check the seals on the Vault door. |
It's just you. | |
The environmental controls may be on the fritz again. Can't say I'm surprised. | |
Who do you think would win in a fight, a lumberjack with tentacle arms or a shark riding a unicycle?[note 1] | Depends. What color is the unicycle? |
And why do they have to fight? Why they can't be friends and go grab coffee? | |
Hmmm. I mean, it's hard to beat a shark. But lumberjacks are really tough. I just can't decide. | |
Hey, I just wanted to say... I really appreciate everything you do for the vault. | Oh my goodness! Thank you so much. I appreciate everything you do, too. |
Oh. Well. Umm... Isn't that... sweet? | |
Finally, someone recognizes how invaluable I am! | |
If it were safe to leave the Vault, and live on the outside, would you ever want to? | Well, maybe. But it depends on what they have out there. Carnivals? Street car races? cotton candy? I mean, it would have to be worth it. |
Nope. Never. I love living in the Vault. This is my home... and always will be. | |
Ha! Like it will ever be safe out there... | |
We're safe here in the Vault... Right? | Of course! The Overseer would never let anything happen to us! |
Compared to what exactly? | |
Safer than we'd be outside, that's for sure! | |
I've been thinking of making a cake for everyone. What flavor would be best? | Chocolate. Definitely chocolate. |
Raisinberry! Wait... Is that even a real fruit? | |
Triple-layer vanilla walnut. With a coconut fondant. | |
Up for a game of cards later? | Sure, Poker, we'll play for caps. |
No thanks. I'm going to play solitaire instead. | |
Hmm. Maybe. But only if I can deal. | |
What do you think would make the scariest mutated animal? | Hmmm... Maybe a monkey. Those things are creepy. |
A hippo. Definitely a hippo. | |
Probably a shark. With legs. | |
If you could have any type of person come in our Vault, who would it be? | A great comedian! I mean, no offense, but your jokes kind of stink. |
Probably a renowned Swiss chocolatier. What? I like chocolate. | |
An author. They could write my biography: "Dweller: A profile in Awesomeness". | |
I want to draw you a picture later. Any requests? | No thanks. I've seen your drawings... |
A drawing of the Overseer. Now THAT would be something... | |
Aw, that's so sweet of you. How about a lighthouse? | |
Hey, did you hear what they were talking about last night? | I know! I can't believe she did that! The nerve of some people. |
I didn't, no. But that's okay. Unlike some people, I don't like to spread gossip... | |
Oh, you mean that, er... situation? With the thing? Oh, I heard, all right. | |
If I started a Vault baseball team, would you join? | Nah. I'm more of a croquet person, myself. |
Baseball? In the Vault? Good luck with that. | |
Sure. But only if I get to play first base. That's where all the action is. | |
Can you help with my crossword? Six-letter word. "Lives in the Wasteland." | Hmmm... "Raider"? |
Try "Nitwit". | |
Oh, I know! "Corpse"! | |
Is it true what they're saying? About... you know who? | Sure is. And he seemed like such a nice guy. |
What? No! Of course it isn't true! Really, you can't believe everything you hear... | |
I really hope not. I hate the idea of living in the same Vault with a person like that. | |
Stay sharp! The Overseer's watching us! | I know. It's a little creepy, isn't it? |
You're imagining things. | |
What? You mean now? RIGHT NOW? | |
I was wondering - what's your favorite kind of pizza? | Cheese. |
Why the classic, of course - pepperoni. | |
I prefer a Hawaiian Mongolian Neapolitan blend. But no anchovies. | |
Want to play catch later? | Sure. Football or baseball? |
Not really. But you want to kick the soccer ball around instead? | |
I never learned how to catch. But you should see me throw! | |
I'm writing a new song, praising the Overseer. I need a word that rhymes with "Great". | How about "perambulate"? |
Oh, I know - “super amazingly great”! | |
"Vertebrate"? "Stablemate"? "Encapsulate"? Or maybe just "ate." | |
I've been reading about the creatures of the Wasteland. They sound frightening! | I know! Flies the size of dogs! Scorpions the size of cows! Glad I'm not out there. |
I've heard there are lots of animals with two heads. Apparently it's a theme. | |
I don't know. Some of them sound kind of cute. Like "Yao Guai" - how bad could that be? | |
I wish I had a pet. What about you? | I wish I had a chameleon. But I bet the radiation would make it all... weird. |
You know, I always wanted a dog. | |
Nah. But a robot servant would be pretty great. | |
I think for dinner I'll have a big steak. What about you? | Probably just something quick. Maybe a bowl of Sugar Bombs. |
Oh, I could eat Fancy Lads Snack Cakes for any meal. In fact, I usually do. | |
Same thing I have for dinner every night - a can of Pork 'n Beans and an ice cold Nuka-Cola. | |
Wow. Heck of a day, huh? | You can say that again. |
Tell me about it. Life in the Vault, huh? | |
Right? But I wouldn't trade it for anything. | |
How many other Vaults do you think are out there? | Other Vaults? There are other Vaults? |
I bet... two others. Maybe three. Or five hundred. | |
You know, I've never thought about it. Our Vault is so amazing, why would I? | |
I'm reading this great book. It's about a schoolteacher who falls in love with a mechanic. | "Rulers and Wrenches"? Yeah, that's a good one. |
Oh! I read that one! She dies at the end. It's so sad. | |
I read that, too. Seven times. We really need more books... | |
Want to listen to the radio later? | Maybe. So long as you don't start dancing. It's kind of embarrassing. |
Okay, but no sad songs! I need to stay positive. | |
Sure! Maybe we can pick up a frequency from someone on the outside... | |
Ugh. I have this itch. I don't suppose you could... you know. | Yeeeeaaah. Not gonna happen. |
Touch you? I... I mean... scratch your... body? | |
Of course! Always happy to help a friend in need. | |
I hear you've been doing great work lately. | Really? That's so great to hear. Thank you! |
From who? The Overseer? Has the Overseer been talking about me? | |
Oh, you know, I just do the best I can. If it helps the Vault, it helps us all. | |
Don't get too close. I think I'm coming down with something. | Don't worry. That was never on my agenda. |
Oooh, what is it? Black Death? Typhus? Super Ebola? The Blue Flu? | |
Yeah, looks like you're coming down with an acute case of hypochondria. | |
Hello! | Hmph. |
Well hey there! | |
Always great to see you. Really. | |
What's shakin, bacon? | What are you, 12? |
Hmmm...Bacon. | |
Just dwellin' like a felon. | |
If you could visit one famous landmark in the outside world, what would it be? | Oh, the Eiffel Tower. Definitely. So romantic. Assuming, you know... it's still there. |
Hmm... Probably that giant ball of yarn. Always did want to see that. | |
The Great Wall of China. I bet it's still standing. | |
My birthday's coming up. What are you going to get me? | A dictionary, so you can look up the definition of "selfish." |
Hand-knitted socks, of course. They're my specialty. | |
A one-way ticket to the Wasteland. | |
I need a screwdriver for my project. Do you have one? | I have a hammer. Same thing. |
Phillips, flat, square, Frearson, Pozidriv or JIS? | |
Sure do. You can borrow it for 200 caps. | |
What would win in a fight? A Radscorpion or a Yao Guai? | You're kidding, right? Radscorpion. All the way. |
Hmmm... Scorpion against bear... Gotta go bear. | |
Who cares? Super Mutant Behemoth vs. Deathclaw. Now that's a REAL fight. | |
Is it night or day? I've lost track. | Night. I think. |
Day. Definitely day. | |
I lost track. Does it really matter? | |
Somebody stole my sweetroll?[note 2] | My goodness! Who could have done such a thing! *burp* |
That is... quite a predicament. I'm sure the Overseer will see to this personally. Really. | |
That's terrible! You just don't mess with a person's sweetroll... | |
Need help with this crossword. Nine letters. Starts with "c" and ends with "d." Means, "A horror you can never escape." | Crossword. |
Duuuuh...Cat? | |
Cornfield? | |
Have you read the book yet? For book club? | Yep, sure have. I can't believe she died at the end. From chicken pox. So sad. |
Oh, darn. Was that this week? I totally forgot. | |
No. I keep telling you I only read Grognak. | |
Okay, I don't like to spread rumors. But have you heard about... the thing? | Well, I have, but I don't believe it. |
Yes! The others told me! It sounds so... dangerous! | |
No, I haven't. Is it anything like... the whatchamacallit? | |
How's it going? | How's it going, you ask? Why it's going fantastic? *Play along – the Overseer might be listening.* |
Oh, it's... fine. Not good. Not bad. You know. Just sort of... meh. | |
Wait... do you really want to know? Or is that just your way of saving "Hi"? | |
If we kept expanding down and struck lava, what would you do? | Hmmm? Probably weaponize it. To fight the Mole Men. |
Oh, that's easy. I'd be a new thermogenerator. Because... POWER! | |
Well, I'd burn to death, I'm guessing. | |
Do you smell something funny? | Just the usual. Sweat, oil, steel, moldy bread and loneliness. |
Yes, actually. I noticed it just as you walked up... | |
Nope. Nothing. But you may have a sinus infection. | |
You heard the one about the football coach and the waitress? | I have! And the waitress says, "Keep the change? But I'm wearing a denim!" Ha ha ha ha! Love that one... |
Sorry, no time for jokes. | |
Yes. From you. Several times. | |
Have you seen my best friend? | Yeah, she went that way. |
But... But... I thought I was your best friend... | |
Hmm? Oh, yeah, I think he's down there. | |
Can you help with my crossword? Five-letter word, ends with "t." - "Often terrible, always uncomfortable." | Sorry, I'm more of a math person. |
That's easy. Bigot. No, wait – Theft! Yeast? | |
Vault. | |
Busy? | Nah, not really. |
Busy as a bee tucked away in a subterranean steel honeycomb! | |
Do I LOOK busy? | |
Wow, I have the jitters! Too much caffeine! | That's the spirit! Decaf is for the weak! |
Ssshh. Don't let the Overseer hear. You'll get assigned a double shift. | |
Me too! I should probably stop spiking my Nuka-Cola with espresso... | |
I don't want to toot my own horn, but rumor has it I'll be the next Overseer. | Really? I think you'd make a great Overseer! |
The day that happens is the day I wander into the Wasteland. | |
Fine by me. I'll blindly follow anyone with a title and authority. | |
If Raiders attack, can we count on you in a fight? | You know it! I'll gladly lay down my life for this Vault. |
Yeeeeaahhh... See, I'm more of a "lover not a fighter" type. | |
Absolutely. I'll be there right next to you. Well, maybe behind you... | |
I've been working out. Building up my bis, tris, quads, pecs. | Wow, yeah! I can totally tell! Lookin' good! |
Really? I never would have known. | |
Might want to tighten up those glutes. | |
I found a Vault Suit on the floor. What do you think it means? | That you live with a bunch of slobs? |
Isn't it obvious? Someone's been disintegrated. | |
It can only mean one thing – nudie party! | |
I wish I could learn another language. What about you? | Ah, but I am already fluent in the language... of love.[note 3] |
I'd love to learn binary code, so I can bargain for my life when the robots enslave us all. | |
Nah, I can barely speak this one. | |
So, I've decided to write the great American novel. It's about all of us! | Just change my name, okay? I value what little privacy I have down here. |
Oooh! Am I one of the main characters? I bet I am. I mean, how could I not be? | |
You? Write a novel? Have you maybe considered... a coloring book instead? | |
Got this song stuck in my head. "Baby, yeah, babbbyyyy! You can light my..." | Soul afffllaaame! |
Cigarette! Whoo! | |
House on fire? | |
What's up? | Oh, you know. A ceiling made of steel. With a copious amount of asbestos, by the looks of it. |
Not much! Just happy that I'm here in the Vault, and not out in the Wasteland! You know... dying. | |
Well, I'm busy. What about you? Don't YOU have somewhere else to be? Hint hint. |
Living quarters conversations[]
Statement | Reply |
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I think that steam is making me lightheaded. | You're imagining things. Then again, maybe that's because of the steam. |
If I started a Knitting League, think anyone would sign up? | They'd be crazy not to! |
Think we'll ever get to live outside the Vault? | Maybe. But why would you want to? |
I wish we had some plants in here. | Maybe hydroponics can grow some gardenias. |
Sometimes, I imagine this room is actually a giant mansion, on 50 acres. | Sometimes I imagine I'm not living with a crazy person. |
I really wish we had a Mr. Handy. | Yeah, but a Mr. Gutsy would be way more fun. |
I need to remember to stock the fridge with Nuka-Cola. | And beer. Don't forget beer. |
I was thinking of hanging up some paintings. | Oh, good idea. Maybe cats. Or ships. Or cats on ships. |
I'm too lazy to go to the Cardio Room. I wish we had a treadmill in here. | You... do see the irony in that statement. Don't you? |
The sofa needs repairs. I keep sinking into the cushions. | Maybe there's a new one in the Wasteland. Well, not a new one... |
Think I should paint the room? | Maybe. But no yellow. I hate yellow. |
You think that camera sees... everything? | I sure hope not! |
It's so good to have some free time to talk. | Actually, I just want to relax, so... Ssssshhhh. |
If we lived outside, I'd have servants. | If you lived outside, you'd be dead. |
Want to play some cards? | Maybe later. |
My feet are killing me. I should probably sit down. | Just please don't take off your shoes. |
I wish I had a yoga mat in here. | A what now? |
I think the room needs a rug. Maybe there's one in storage. | Good idea. My feet get so cold in the morning. |
Home sweet home. | If you say so. |
Have you ever actually seen the Overseer? | No, but I do always get the sense that someone's watching me... |
Vault monologues[]
Condition | Possible replies |
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Happy | I love my life! |
Looks like I turned my frown upside down permanently! | |
Life is great! | |
Everything is just... perfect. | |
Not a care in the world! | |
I feel a sense of... bliss. | |
I'm so happy I could pinch myself. | |
Life just couldn't get any better. | |
My life is so awesome. | |
I really hope everyone else is as happy as I am. | |
Could I get any happier? Nope. | |
Another wonderful day in the Vault. | |
What a great day! | |
If joy is a state of mind, then my state of mind is great! | |
I'm just so happy I could burst! But don't worry... I won't. | |
Love job (General) | Best. Job. EVER. |
To think, I've finally found my dream job. | |
The G.O.A.T. was right! This is the perfect job for me! | |
Hard work is happy work! | |
Hope there's a chance for overtime! | |
This place would fall apart without me. | |
What can I say? I'm great at my job. | |
I can't imagine doing anything else in the Vault. | |
The Overseer really made a smart move assigning me here. | |
So glad I got assigned here! | |
This really is the perfect work assignment for me. | |
I have the perfect work assignment. Thanks, Overseer! | |
This room is running at peak efficiency... thanks to me! | |
If I weren't working here, production wouldn't be nearly so good. | |
Every day's a good day when I'm on the job. | |
With me working here, maximum efficiency is guaranteed! | |
Don't worry you've got ME on the job. | |
What a perfect work assignment for me... | |
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my job? | |
Love job (Athletics room) | Nobody trains harder than I do. Nobody. |
Love job (Armory) | I knew being a total gun nut[note 4] would come in handy some day! |
Love job (Lounge) | I could sling drinks all day! |
Love job (Diner) | Preparing food is my lifelong dream! |
Love job (Game room) | Poker or blackjack - I'm the best dealer there is! |
Love job (Classroom) | That teacher of the year award is so close, I can feel it! |
Love job (Fitness room) | I'm the fittest person in this Vault. And always will be. |
Love job (Nuclear reactor) | With me on the job, this Vault will never go dark! |
Love job (Power generator) | My technical expertise keeps this place running. |
Love job (Weight room) | Could I get any stronger? Probably not! |
Love job (Garden) | So great to be putting my green thumb to use! |
Love job (Living quarters) | If relaxing were a job, I'd be Employee of the Month! |
Love job (Medbay) | If I can't heal you, nobody can! |
Love job (Nuka-Cola bottler) | I have achieved the perfect mixture! I'd a soda genius! |
Love job (Radio studio) | I'm so good, I could contact China. If it's, you know... |
Love job (Science lab) | My experiments could change all our lives for the better! |
Love job (Storage room) | Nobody stores junk like me! |
Love job (Water treatment) | I can turn anything into drinkable water! Anything... |
Love job (Water purification) | Tastes like spring water, thanks to me! |
Dislike someone in a room (General) | Oh great. It's... you. |
Seriously? We have to work together? | |
The incompetence of some people... | |
Ugh. | |
Dislike someone in a room (Athletics room) | Look who's here to show off. Again. |
Dislike someone in a room (Armory) | The temptation to grab a weapon and shoot you is overwhelming. |
Dislike someone in a room (Lounge) | No amount of alcohol can make me like you. |
Dislike someone in a room (Diner) | Ugh. Just go away. I'm losing my appetite. |
Dislike someone in a room (Game room) | Take a hike. You're ruining my luck. |
Dislike someone in a room (Classroom) | I'm just here to learn. Not put up with this know-it-all. |
Dislike someone in a room (Fitness room) | If only I had the endurance to deal with idiots like you. |
Dislike someone in a room (Nuclear reactor) | This is serious work we're doing in here. So why are you here? |
Dislike someone in a room (Power generator) | Someone get this incompetent imbecile out of here. |
Dislike someone in a room (Weight room) | Yes, yes. You're super strong and awesome. We get it. |
Dislike someone in a room (Garden) | If I could, I'd grow a Venus flytrap to eat you alive. |
Dislike someone in a room (Living quarters) | Don't you have someplace else to be? Like out in the Wasteland? |
Dislike someone in a room (Medbay) | I'm tempted to kill you, but they'd probably save your life. |
Dislike someone in a room (Nuka-Cola bottler) | No amount of sugar can sweeten our relationship. I despise you. |
Dislike someone in a room (Radio studio) | Maybe I can send out an S.O.S. and get saved from your stupidity. |
Dislike someone in a room (Science lab) | Anyone ever tell you you're like an experiment gone? |
Dislike someone in a room (Storage room) | I'd lock you in storage if I could. Forever. |
Dislike someone in a room (Water treatment) | I'd drown them in a water tank if I could get away with it... |
Dislike someone in a room (Water purification) | If only we had the technology to remove the impurities from... you. |
Success rush | We maximized production! Great work! |
Fail rush | Oh no! Critical production failure! |
Speech Radio (high charisma) | If there is someone out there, they'll sure be listening to me! |
To all people out in the Wasteland: We are waiting for you! | |
Speech Radio (low charisma) | I don't think anyone is listening. |
Hello? Is anyone out there? | |
Some radiation. | Is my... nose bleeding? |
So... weak... | |
Feeling kind of dizzy... | |
I feel nauseous. | |
I think I'm going to throw up... | |
Lots of radiation. | My skin's starting to glow! |
Aggh! My fingernails are falling off! | |
I could really use a RadAway! | |
Is that a hand... growing out of my stomach? | |
Someone help! I don't want to become a Ghoul! | |
After healing from radiation | Phew! I really needed that! |
After being healed | I feel so much better! |
When injured (high health) | Ugh. Not feeling that well... |
I really need a breath of fresh air. Oh wait. | |
I could really use some rest. | |
Hmm. Not feeling too great... | |
I think I'm coming down with something. | |
I need to take better care of myself | |
When injured (medium health) | I need a sick day. |
I feel terrible. | |
Anybody got a Stimpak? | |
I think I need to lie down... for an hour or three... | |
I feel awful. | |
When injured (low health) | I'm dying! Somebody help me! |
I need a Stimpak! | |
I need a doctor! This is an emergency! | |
Life... flashing before my eyes... | |
I'm headed towards the light... | |
Goodbye, cruel world! | |
Near a corpse (General) | Oh, a corpse! Isn't that pleasant! |
Smells like something died in here... Oh. | |
Can somebody please get this corpse out of here! | |
Working next to a dead body. Not great for my productivity... | |
Near a corpse (Athletics room) | So it is possible to exercise too much... |
Near a corpse (Armory) | They're dead! Was it a weapons malfunction? |
Near a corpse (Lounge) | What were they drinking? I'll have a double. |
Near a corpse (Diner) | That has GOT to be a health violation. |
Near a corpse (Game room) | Well, you know what they say. You can't take it with you. |
Near a corpse (Classroom) | That's one way to gain all the knowledge in the universe. |
Near a corpse (Fitness room) | Someone lacked endurance, am I right? |
Near a corpse (Nuclear reactor) | Great, now we're short staffed. |
Near a corpse (Power generator) | Worked till they dropped. Such dedication! |
Near a corpse (Weight room) | Must have been a heck of a workout. |
Near a corpse (Garden) | Hey, more fertilizer! Too soon? |
Near a corpse (Living quarters) | At least they passed away peacefully, at home. |
Near a corpse (Medbay) | So much for the finest medical care Vault-Tec could provide. |
Near a corpse (Nuka-Cola bottler) | Hey you! No slacking on the production line! |
Near a corpse (Radio studio) | Looks like I've got a eulogy to broadcast. |
Near a corpse (Science lab) | I hope they at least donated their body to science. |
Near a corpse (Storage room) | I'd take care of the body myself, but the smell might be a bit much. |
Near a corpse (Water treatment) | We've got a serious sanitation problem in here! |
Near a corpse (Water purification) | Get that corpse out of here! It'll contaminate everything! |
No power in a room. | This room's useless unless we generate more power! |
We've gone dark! We need more power! | |
There isn't enough power! We need more! | |
We can't use the room! There's not enough power! | |
Oh no! Blackout! The room's offline until we get more power! | |
In living quarters there are no more places or if there is an Incident occurring in the Vault. | We can't start a family. There's no more room in the Vault. |
There is no time to start a family. There’s an incident in the Vault! | |
If there are two of the same gender in the Living Quarters. | But this is biologically impossible! |
If there is two Dwellers in the same bloodline in the Living Quarters. | Nothing like hanging out at home with my family. |
In the Living Quarters with non-related and opposite-sex Dweller.
We sometimes call them pickup lines. |
You think maybe... I could call you baby? |
I find myself completely drawn to you. | |
I don't know how I'd get by without you. | |
I think about you all the time! | |
Is there a thief in the Vault? 'Cause you stole my heart. | |
So what are you up to for the rest of your life? | |
Are you a book in the Vault library? 'Cause I am checking you out. | |
If I could sing, I'd totally write a song about you. | |
We make such a cute couple. | |
If I were a cat, I'd want to spend all 9 lives with you. | |
Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes. | |
I really think we could have a future together. | |
I'm not a photographer, but I can picture you and me together. | |
Can you get that for me? I dropped my jaw. | |
I could use a good kiss. | |
I've been thinking of you all day. | |
Like an irradiated post-apocalyptic parasitic organism, you are under my skin. | |
Sorry, I'm all out of raisings. But you can have a date. | |
You're like a cute, chubby polar bear – always trying to break the ice. | |
What would I do without you? | |
I think... I think I'm in like | with you.|
You always make me smile. | |
You make me feel like dancing. | |
Your lips. They're just so... smoochable. | |
Are you swooning, or is that the radiation poisoning? | |
Are you this nice to all the Dwellers? | |
Baby, who cares about the sun? I'm the only light you need. | |
Sound the alarm! We've got a thief in the Vault! They stole my heart! Heh. | |
You're the loveliest person I know. | |
You're like cholesterol, always messin' with my heart. | |
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together. | |
Did you father sell diamonds? 'Cause you are flawless. | |
It's so great to see you. | |
If roses still grew, I'd search the Wasteland to get you some. | |
Do you have a watch? I think it's snuggle time. | |
Seriously, could you get any cuter? | |
You have beautiful eyes. | |
I just love spending time with you. | |
I really want to kiss you right now. | |
Is that a Raider setting off explosives or is my heart pounding? | |
You're like food poisoning - tying my stomach in knots. | |
I get butterflies whenever we're together. | |
Is it getting warm in here, or is it just me? | |
If kisses were snowflakes, well... you'd better get some boots, that's all I'm saying. | |
I saw the doctor. He said my body's deficient... in vitamin U. | |
Sometimes, late at night, I smell the sweat and steel... and I know that you smell it too. | |
I think Cupid just emptied his quiver... | |
You must be a genie, because you're making my dreams come true. | |
You have beautiful thighs. Eyes! I meant eyes! But your thighs are beautiful too. | |
Is there a Yao Guai in the Vault? He must be looking for you, honey. | |
I think we're having an earthquake, 'cause I'm falling for you. | |
I'm a licensed Vault Suit inspector. I'm going to need to hug you VERY closely. | |
Is that love in the air, or is the oxygen circulator on the fritz again? | |
Finally some alone time. | |
Do you really like me? | |
I must have died in that last Radroach attack, 'cause baby? I'm in heaven. | |
I've been thinking of you all day. | |
Nuka-Cola's got nothin' on you, sugar. | |
If I seem drunk, it's only because you're so intoxicating. | |
Your teeth are so shiny and beautiful. Like a skeleton that's been picked clean. | |
I hope another bomb goes off. I'd duck and cover with you anytime. | |
I want to love you like this is my last day on Earth. Because it probably is. | |
I'd be so lonely here without you. | |
You're the apple of my eye. | |
Are we in a vertibird? 'Cause my heart's taking off? | |
If love was radiation, I'd need a box of RadAways. | |
You're so sweet, I'm getting a toothache. | |
Call for you. It's Heaven, wondering if you're coming home. | |
Is that jumpsuit felt? Would you like it to be? | |
I'm glad we got some time together. | |
You're so attractive. | |
I love talking to you. | |
You're so sweet. | |
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put B and O together. No! Wait! That's not right... | |
Come here often? I mean, we're all trapped down here, so I assume yes, but still... | |
You're like a broken thermostat. I just can't turn you down. | |
Impressed? You will be. | |
Call the doctor! I'm having a heart infarction! That's a heart attack. Because you're so... Oh, never mind. | |
You look really nice. | |
Happiness parent | Children are the future of this Vault. |
My kid's a little angel. | |
I'm not saying I have the best kid in the Vault, but... I totally do. | |
Reproducing isn't just fun. It's our responsibility. | |
Being a parent is such a big responsibility. Good thing I'm great at it! | |
It's so comforting to know my child will grow up here in the Vault. | |
My child is so perfect, I feel sorry for every other parent in here. | |
Could my child BE more wonderful? | |
Where's that child of mine? Bringing joy to the whole Vault, I'm sure! | |
One day my perfect kid will grow into a perfect adult! | |
Someday, my awesome kid will be an awesome worker! | |
Children are like chocolates! You can never have too many! | |
Having kids means keeping our Vault going... forever! |
Flavor text[]
Room | Possible replies |
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Living Quarters | Think I'll just relax for a bit. |
Time for a shift yet? | |
Good to have some time to myself. | |
If only I had the right kind of company... | |
It's not much... but it's home. | |
Production room | Things are running smoothly. |
All systems nominal. | |
No problems. Just the way I like it | |
We seem to be running at peak efficiency. | |
Production is maximized. Good. | |
Service room | Wonder what's for dinner? |
Yaaawwn | |
Maybe I should take a walk outside. What's the worst that could happen? | |
The Vault is kind of like a house, I guess. A big, metal, subterranean house. | |
I'm kind of bored. I guess I should be thankful. | |
Training room | Nothing like working up a sweat! |
Faster stronger better! | |
Time to get the blood pumping! | |
Feel like I could take on the Commies bared handed! | |
Cardio, weights, calisthenics I can do it all! | |
Great time for a workout! |
Children[]
Statement | |
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I wish more kids lived here. | Anybody want to play checkers? |
If I snuck outside, would anyone notice? | I wonder what it's like out in the Wasteland. |
Who wants to play hopscotch? | I could drink Nuka-Cola all day long. |
Maybe someone can find me some baseball cards. | I wish we had TV in here. |
Sure wish I had a BB gun... | I wonder if anyone in the Wasteland still makes comics... |
When I grow up, I'm going to explore the Wasteland! | Someday I'll take the G.O.A.T. test and get to work! |
Wish I was old enough to gamble in the casino. | Who wants to play hide and seek? |
Sometimes I feel the Overseer... watching me. | Wonder if the cafeteria has any cookies. |
The grown ups are always so busy! | I wonder if I'll live in this Vault forever. |
Can you have a snowball fight during nuclear winter? | When do I get a Pip-Boy? |
Wonder what the weather's like outside. | The Overseer is my hero! |
I've read Grognak #1 thirty seven times! | I wonder how many other Vaults are out there. |
Are there any kids out there in the Wasteland? | My mom and dad are always so busy... |
Snack time yet? | Really wish I had a pet. |
Maybe someone can build me a robot. | I bet there are mutant hamsters out in the Wasteland. |
My parents have the best jobs ever! | I want to have a sleepover tonight! |
The Vault is like a big, metal pillow fort! | I bet I could make a sling shot. That would be so cool. |
The Vault really needs some new toys. | This is the best Vault ever! |
Time for ice cream yet? | My mom and dad really help keep this place running! |
Hey everybody! How's it going? | Anybody want to throw the ol' football around? |
Do they play sports in the Wasteland? | Rock, paper, scissors... shoot! |
Help, there's a mutant in the Vault! Just kidding! | No school, no babysitter - this is the life! |
Hi everyone! | I hope we have donuts for breakfast tomorrow. |
I wish I had a chemistry set. | - |
Eviction[]
Statement | |
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My death is on your conscience! | After I conquer the Wasteland, I'm going to come back and conquer you! |
It's been real, it's been nice, but it hasn't been real nice. | So you're really doing it. Kicking me out. Not cool... |
The Wasteland. Greeeeeaaaat. | Whatever. I outgrew this Vault a long time ago anyway. |
You're going to miss me more than I miss you! | So long, suckers! |
I was planning on leaving anyway. So there. | You're going to regret this. You'll see. |
Was it something I said? | Wait. Wait wait wait. One sec, okay? There has to be a mistake! |
Can't we talk about this? | Banishment? Seriously? |
You'll rue the day you banished me! Rue the day! | But I can still come visit, right? Right? |
This is ridiculous. Do you have any idea how important I am? | Wait ‘till the Overseer hears about this. Heads are going to roll! |
Worst. Day. EVER. | Freedom! Sweet, terrible freedom! |
Later, ‘taters. | “A Better Future... Underground.” Yeah, right. |
Well, it was nice while it lasted. | At least now I'll be able to own my own home. |
Overseer! Overseer, help! They're kicking me out! | Pfffft. Whatever. |
You guys are doing me a favor. I was getting too soft in the Vault. | But I can still come back and visit. Right? |
Let's get one thing straight - you're not evicting me! I'm leaving of my own free will! | If there was a problem, you could have mentioned that BEFORE KICKING ME OUT! |
Wasteland quotes[]
Starting entry[]
Statement | |
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Here we go. | Finally, some fresh air. |
I won't stray too far. Just in case. | This doesn't seem so bad. |
Once more unto the breach![note 5] | It's brighter than I expected. |
Wow, is it always this hot out here? | Away we go! |
I wonder what's left? | All right, Wasteland. Here I come! |
Ah. So that's why they call it the Wasteland. | Yep. Everything's destroyed. |
OK, this is kind of… depressing. | I'll make the Vault proud. They'll see. |
And I'm off! | Thought I'd never get out of there. |
This is so exciting! | I'm ready for anything. |
Come on Wasteland show me what you've got! | Ok. I can do this. |
I wonder how far I can get on foot? | Super Mutants are just a myth... right? |
This isn't so bad. Maybe we should all leave the Vault... | Hope I can find my way back. |
I'll grab just as much as I can carry, then head back. | If I find just one box of Sugar Bombs, it'll be worth it. |
I guess I'll head... that way. | Maybe I should have dropped some bread crumbs. |
This way looks promising. | My feet hurt already. |
Starting to regret coming out here. | Maybe I'm not cut out for exploring after all. |
I will not return a failure. I will not return a failure... | The Vault's counting on me. I've got to push on. |
That way looks promising. | I'm bound to run into somebody sooner or later. |
I really don't want to get eaten out here... | If I die out here, they'll never know... |
This way looks as good as any. | There's got to be something out here. |
Monologues[]
Statement | |
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Guess I'll go this way. | I really should be drawing a map. |
Ow. Rock in my shoe. | Legs are cramping. But I must go on. |
Hmm. Something over there? | Could be something over there. |
This way looks as good as any other. | Sure wish I had a traveling buddy. |
Have I started talking to myself? I can't tell. | I'm going to need such a bath when I get home. |
Is someone following me? | These tracks - human, or something else? |
Hello? Anybody out here? | What was that? |
The Vault is counting on me. I won't let them down. | Clouds on the horizon. Hope it doesn't rain. |
I'll follow this road, see where it goes. | A crossroads. Left or right? Let's try left. |
A crossroads. Left or right? I guess I'll go right. | It sure gets lonely out here. |
Should I head back to the Vault? Maybe in a bit. | It's quiet. Too quiet. |
Wonder what's over there. | I'll climb that ridge and get the lay of the land. |
I sense danger everywhere... | Just got to keep moving forward. |
I'd be totally lost without my Pip-Boy. | Broken branches. Something passed through here. |
Nowhere to go but straight ahead. | Fresh tracks. Can't tell what made them. |
I bet this neighborhood was nice once. | Hard to imagine people actually living out here. |
The more supplies I bring back to the Vault, the better. | I'm going to have such blisters tomorrow... |
I'll head that way. Might be something interesting. | Hmm? Something over there? |
Fresh tracks. Animal, or... worse? | Should I go that way? Hmmm. No, I'll go this way. |
Wonder if someone will give me a massage when I get back. | Ow, my aching feet... |
If the others could only see how bad it is for themselves... | Sky looks funny over there. Storm might be coming. |
A fork in the road. Guess I'll go left. | A fork in the road. Guess I'll go right. |
Think I'll go down this path. | This path looks good. |
Hmm... Broken plants. Someone pass by here? | Never knew I could sweat so much! |
This sure is good exercise, if nothing else. | Thought I saw something... |
What was that sound? | Traveling alone sure is, well... lonely. |
Need to bring supplies back to the Vault. Focus on that... | All this walking is murder on my feet. |
Good thing I'm wearing sensible footwear! | Calves, thighs, knees - they're all hurting. |
Sweat in my eyes. Ouch. | I'll head back to the Vault. But not yet. Not yet... |
When I get back to the Vault, they'll hail me as a hero! | Looks like a lake. Definitely don't want to go swimming in THAT. |
On the ground. Is that dried... blood? | Looks like a trail of paint. Oh, wait. Nope. That's blood. |
I'm a bundle of nerves... | OK, I’ll admit it. I’m terrified. |
I won't give in to my fear. I won't give in to my fear. | I'd whistle a tune, but my mouth is too dry. |
If I get lost out here, I'm in serious trouble. | People actually live out here? Ugh. |
Oh, that's a nice little house. Or at least it was. | Looks like an old store. Wonder what they sold? |
Oh look, an old bus stop. Sure wish I could catch a ride. | Am I talking to myself? I think I am. Uh oh. |
An old elementary school. Wow, that's not depressing at all... | I'll keep going this way. |
Think I'll head that way for awhile. | Time to turn back? Nah. |
An old coffee shop. Sure could go for a cup of joe right about now. | Is that...an old Nuka-Cola factory? Too bad it's destroyed. |
I hear chanting. Probably some crazy cult. Better keep my distance. | An old hospital. Looks like it's been picked clean. |
Some old department store. No clothes left. | Oh look, an old baseball diamond. Nobody's run those bases in a long time. |
Hasn't been a touchdown in that old football field in two hundred years. | Looks like debris from an old plane crash. |
An old, crashed vertibird. From the Army, before the war. | Now that is one big house. Still couldn't stop an atomic bomb. |
A drained swimming pool filled with skeletons. Lovely. | I think that building was... a hotel? An apartment complex? |
A rusty old playground. So sad. | Wind's picking up... |
Need to control my breathing. Stay calm. | Another rusty old car. |
Ouch! Leg cramp! | Time for a break? Maybe later. |
I've got to keep moving. | The Overseer made the right choice, choosing me for this. |
The longer I'm out here, the more danger I'm in. | I can feel my heart racing. |
Just being out here gives me an adrenaline rush! | The wind is whistling. Sounds like voices. |
Hello? Can anybody hear me? | Your eyes start to play tricks on you out here. |
That hill looks like a good vantage point. | Whoa! I tripped over some rubble. |
My Pip-Boy sure is coming in handy out here. | Pew! I stink. |
My soles are wearing out. | So much dust and grime everywhere. |
Oh good, this road slopes downwards. Easier on the legs. | Let me just climb over this rubble... |
I'll cut through this destroyed building. | Those buildings have completely fallen into the street. |
Now I know how Hansel and Gretel felt. | A shower is going to feel so great when I get home. |
Is that... music? A radio somewhere, maybe? | Smoke on the horizon. Could be a campfire. Or something else... |
An old fire station. Even they couldn't stop the world from burning. | Maybe I'll head this way for awhile. |
Should I go east? | Should I go north? |
Should I go west? | Should I go south? |
Guess I'll head east for a bit. | Guess I'll head north for a bit. |
Guess I'll head west for a bit. | Guess I'll head south for a bit. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. The Wasteland is a cruel, inhospitable place. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Getting hungry. Craving Salisbury Steak. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Always thirsty. Need to stay hydrated. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. It's gone. It's all gone. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Cars litter the roads. None drivable. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. So many skeletons. The world is a grave. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Some pre-war food is still edible. Preservatives. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Law and order are things of the past. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. The world is still largely irradiated. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. The flora and fauna all seem pretty... weird. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Life thrives where it can out here. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Many buildings remain. Damage extensive. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry Most water undrinkable. Too much radiation | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Bottle caps accepted as currency everywhere. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Slavers prey on the weak. My heart breaks. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Food is scarce. Some resort to cannibalism. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. A Yao Guai is a fierce, mutated bear. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. A Ghoul is an irradiated human. Disfigured. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Raiders are everywhere. Stealing. Murdering. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Feral Ghouls are basically zombies. Must avoid. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Mole rats are NOT cute... | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Super Mutants hate humans. They'll kill on sight. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. Giant ants are, indeed, giant ants. | Explorer's journal. New Entry. Radroaches. They really can survive anything. |
Explorer's journal. New Entry. The military is gone. Replaced by mercenaries. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Most dogs no longer man's best friend. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Squirrel tastes much better than you'd think. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Thought I saw a UFO, but that would be impossible... |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Sea creatures now extremely dangerous. Still delicious. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Sunsets, once romantic, are now terrifying. Fear the night. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. So very hungry. Wondering if human tastes like chicken. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Super Mutants are big. Behemoths, more so. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Money replaced by soda bottle caps. Hands always sticky. | Explorer's journal. New entry. The comics were wrong. Radiation does not grant super powers. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Love does not conquer all. Nukes come close. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Bigger not always better. Case in point – roaches and scorpions. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Super Mutants are asexual. Before transformation, some were women. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Junk is everywhere, but has multiple uses. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Power Armor still exists, but is rare. Affords maximum protection. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Found a fat man willing to share food. May live another day. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Many Mister Handy robots remain. Use expressions like, “bloody barmy.” | Explorer's journal. New entry. Fruits and vegetables still grow, but are mutated, like so much else. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Homemade weapons abound. Humans still excel at killing each other. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Radio still widely used, remains an effective means of communication. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Fancy Lads snack cakes provide excellent sustenance. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Whoever chose the name “Deathclaw” wasn't kidding. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Societal infrastructure is completely dismantled. | Explorer's journal. New entry. In the Wasteland, trust can get you killed. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Some pre-war robots remain, but programming often faulty. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Old religions mostly gone, replaced by cults. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Everyone is armed. Guns are commonplace. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Fashion is dead. You wear what keeps you alive. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. TVs don't work, but radio broadcasts are common. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Old buildings have supplies, but they're often guarded. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Everywhere I look, death. Suffering. And... hope. | Explorer's journal. New entry. I've seen children, families. Life goes on. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Marriage is not uncommon. You can't kill love. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Radscorpion. Stinger plus claws equals death. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Lock picking is an essential skill for gaining access. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Many functional computer terminals. Hacking a necessity. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Medical training is essential for survival. | Explorer's journal. New entry. The Brotherhood of Steel favors technology. Worships it. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. Training with a variety of guns is a must. | Explorer's journal. New entry. Music, painting, dance. Art and culture survive. |
Explorer's journal. New entry. We were wrong – cats not, in fact, extinct. But still lazy. | Is that... a human head on a post? Okay, time to turn around... |
I may be scared senseless, but at least I'm getting some cardio. | Getting peckish. Snack time? |
Huh. What's that flashing thing? How is OH MY GOD I'M IN A MINEFIELD. Sloowwwlly now... | Oh look, a destroyed pizzeria. Maybe we can have a Vault pizza night when I get back... |
There's ancient money everywhere. Guess you really can't take it with you. | An old Army transport. Looks like the soldiers tried to keep order. For a little while. |
That snarling... Dogs? Wolves? Worse? | I'll head this way. |
Might as well head down here. | My blisters have blisters. Ouch. |
So tired of walking. My kingdom for a bicycle. | All things considered, this expedition's going pretty well. |
Hello? Heeeelllooo? Nope. Guess I'm alone. | You know, it's really not so bad out here. Sometimes. |
Rad detector's going crazy. Must be those green barrels... | Whoa! Tripped. Gotta be more careful. |
Think I'll just walk over here and OW! Twisted my ankle! | All these destroyed cars, but they never flew. Guess science missed that boat. |
It's... a motorboat. Stuck into the side of a church. Don't see that every day. | I wonder if elephants still exist. |
May as well follow this blood trail. What could possibly go wrong? | Thirsty. Wonder if I can find a bottle of Nuka-Cola. |
A terminal. Really wish I could hack it! | Hmm. A chest. Really wish I could pick the lock. I bet there's some great stuff inside. |
A broken bottle, spent ammo casings, drops of blood... Definitely signs of a fight. | I feel exposed. Time to get into cover. |
Got a weird feeling. Like I'm being watched... | Should I be walking out in the open like this? Or sneaking? I can never tell. |
Gunshots to the east. Guess I'll go west. | Gunshots to the west. Guess I'll go east. |
Gunshots to the north. Guess I'll go south. | Gunshots to the south. Guess I'll go north. |
Is that... a child? Nope... just the severed head of a doll. Wonderful. | I really hope I can find my way back to the Vault... |
Wow, that's a really big pile of rubble. I think I can make it over... | So many big buildings. I wonder if they'll remain standing... forever. |
I hear a child crying. Impossible to tell where it's coming from. | I wonder if Brahmin milk is any good. Not that I want to find out. |
Still wandering... | Think I'll Wait, what's that? Over there? |
This way looks good. | Too much rubble. Don't think I can get up there. |
Hmm. Subway station. I don't think I want to go down there. | A car tunnel. Sure is dark in there. I think I'll go around. |
Another looted convenience store. | A broken rifle on the ground. Useless. |
Maybe I'll head back soon. | Must go on. For now. |
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. |
Encounters[]
Observed[note 6] creature | Progressions | Possible outcomes |
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a Savage Dog, snarling angrily. | I've got to kill this Savage Dog before it kills me! or The Savage Dog is moving in, ready to attack. |
I did it. The Savage Dog is dead. or The Savage Dog bit me in the leg! Time to hobble away! |
a hideous little Mole rat. | One Mole rat? It's as good as dead! or The Mole rat is moving in, ready to attack. |
The Mole rat has been killed. or The Mole rat chewed through my boot! Time to go before I lose a foot! |
a Bloatfly, buzzing dangerously close. | Time to swat this Bloatfly like the insect it is! or The Bloatfly is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Bloatfly and it exploded into a thousand pieces. Disgusting. or I wasn't prepared for the Bloatfly's sting! Time to run! |
a disgusting Radroach. | I'll squash this Radroach, no problem! or The Radroach is moving in, ready to attack. |
I squashed the Radroach, no problem. or The Radroach is too fast. I've had enough! |
a terrifying Yao Guai! | The Yao Guai is charging! It thinks I'm lunch! or The Yao Guai is moving in, ready to attack. |
It was a tough fight, but I killed the Yao Guai. or I was crazy to take on this Yao Guai! Hopefully I can get away! |
a wandering Feral Ghoul. | This Feral Ghoul is out of its mind! It's lunging at me! or The Feral Ghoul is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Feral Ghoul. It was him or me. or The Feral Ghoul is stronger than he looks! I'm out of here! |
a Giant Ant. | The Giant Ant's antennae are quivering. It moves in for the kill! or The Giant Ant is moving in, ready to attack. |
I've got some cuts and bruises, but the Giant Ant is dead. or The Giant Ant gave me a vicious arm wound! I'm running! |
a Scavenger's Dog, sniffing for salvage. | I don't see the Scavenger, but his Dog is circling, ready to bite! or The Scavenger's Dog is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Scavenger's Dog. Sad, but I had no choice. or The Scavenger's Dog is too tough! I can't beat it! |
a Giant Worker Ant. | The Giant Worker Ant is coming my way, pincers ready! or The Giant Worker Ant is moving in, ready to attack. |
The Giant Worker Ant is dead. That was a close one. or The Giant Worker Ant is relentless! It's no use trying to fight! |
a Radscorpion. | I don't know how I'm going to kill this Radscorpion, but I have to try! or The Radscorpion is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Radscorpion. I can hardly believe it. or The Radscorpion nearly impaled me with its stinger! Enough of this! |
a Giant Soldier Ant. | The Giant Soldier Ant sees me as a threat! It's attacking! or The Giant Soldier Ant is moving in, ready to attack. |
It was a tough fight but I managed to kill the Giant Soldier Ant. or The Giant Soldier Ant wounded me! I'm bleeding... and running! |
a Fire Ant Soldier. | A Fire Ant Soldier? Not like it can actually shoot fire. Time to attack! or The Fire Ant Soldier is moving in, ready to attack. |
One Fire Ant Soldier... extinguished! or The Fire Ant Soldier set my clothes on fire! I can't beat this thing! |
a Guard Dog, watching the area. | The Guard Dog won't let me pass. I'll have to kill it to get by! or The Guard Dog is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Guard Dog before it could alert anyone to my presence. or The Guard Dog really doesn't want me to pass! Time to back off! |
a Fire Ant Warrior. | Never thought I'd be afraid of an insect, but this Fire Ant Warrior means business! or The Fire Ant Warrior is moving in, ready to attack. |
I barely managed to kill the Fire Ant Warrior. or The Fire Ant Warrior burned me pretty badly! Time to run and recover! |
a barnacle-encrusted Mirelurk. | This Mirelurk is nothing but a crab cake on legs! Time for a snack! or The Mirelurk is moving in, ready to attack. |
The Mirelurk is armored everywhere but the face, so I used that to my advantage. It's dead. or The Mirelurk nearly took my head off with its claws! I'm running! |
a psychotic Feral Ghoul Roamer. | Uh oh! That Feral Ghoul Roamer is shambling toward me! or The Feral Ghoul Roamer is moving in, ready to attack. |
That's one Feral Ghoul Roamer whose roaming days are done. or The Feral Ghoul Roamer attacked in a frenzy! I had to run! |
a Giant Radscorpion. | A Giant Radscorpion? As if the normal ones aren't bad enough! This might be the end! or The Giant Radscorpion is moving in, ready to attack. |
I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but the Giant Radscorpion is dead. or I can't possibly fight this Giant Radscorpion and live! Time to go! |
a Mirelurk Hunter. | I hope I can handle this Mirelurk Hunter! It's coming at me fast! or The Mirelurk Hunter is moving in, ready to attack. |
The Mirelurk Hunter became the hunted. It's dead. or The Mirelurk Hunter was too fast for me! It was run or die! |
a Vicious Dog, ripping apart a corpse. | The Vicious Dog has my scent now! He won't stop till one of us is dead! or The Vicious Dog is moving in, ready to attack. |
It was close, but I killed the Vicious Dog. or The Vicious Dog bit me before I could react! I'm hurt and running! |
a repulsive Centaur. | The Centaur is crawling towards me! I don't think it wants a hug! or The Centaur is moving in, ready to attack. |
I put the Centaur out of its misery. or The Centaur is as dangerous as it is ugly! I'd better run! |
a dangerous Feral Ghoul Reaver. | This Feral Ghoul Reaver will rip me apart if I'm not careful! or The Feral Ghoul Reaver is moving in, ready to attack. |
It was a nasty fight, but the Feral Ghoul Reaver is dead. or The Feral Ghoul Reaver was just way too strong to beat! I barely escaped alive! |
a deadly Deathclaw. | How can I possibly survive against this Deathclaw?! or The Deathclaw is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Deathclaw! That was way too close... or I must have been out of my mind! I've got to run! |
an Enclave Deathclaw. | Enclave Deathclaws are trained to kill - this will be a fight to the death! or The Enclave Deathclaw is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Enclave Deathclaw. At least now it's free. or The Enclave Deathclaw is trained to kill anything in its path! I have to run! |
a Super Mutant. | This Super Mutant sees all humans as weak - he'll try to kill me for sure! or The Super Mutant is moving in, ready to attack. |
I killed the Super Mutant. or No way I can defeat this Super Mutant! Time to make my escape! |
a Super Mutant Master. | A Super Mutant Master! This guy's no joke... but I'm ready! or The Super Mutant Master is moving in, ready to attack. |
I'm beaten and bloodied, but the Super Mutant Master is dead. or Turns out fighting a Super Mutant Master is a pretty stupid idea! Got to run! |
a Super Mutant Overlord. | The Super Mutant Overlord is one of the strongest of its kind! I'll be lucky to survive! or The Super Mutant Overlord is moving in, ready to attack. |
We went toe-to-toe, but the Super Mutant Overlord is finally dead. or The Super Mutant Overlord is way too tough! I've got to try and escape! |
a gigantic Super Mutant Behemoth. | A Super Mutant Behemoth? Seriously? This is like fighting a building! or The Super Mutant Behemoth is moving in, ready to attack. |
I did it. I killed the Behemoth. I think I'm in shock... or Defeating this Super Mutant Behemoth is impossible! Escape is my only option! |
NPC[]
Detected[note 7] NPC | Progressions | Possible outcomes |
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a Fugitive Slave. | The Fugitive Slave was shot in the leg. He can't get much farther. | I patched up the Slave's Leg. He's back on the run. I wish him the best. or The Slave's leg is gangrenous. There's nothing I can do. |
a Wounded Sheriff. | Trying to treat the Wounded Sheriff. He's in a lot of pain. | I stopped the bleeding and calmed him down. Looks like he's going to make it. or So much blood. I can't stop it. I'm afraid the Sheriff doesn't have much longer. |
a traveling Ghoul. | The Ghoul is ugly, but not feral. In fact, she seems pretty friendly. | The Ghoul gave me supplies... and some much needed friendship. or I guess I'm not as charming as I thought. The Ghoul refuses to talk to me. |
a wandering Merchant. | The Merchant is interested in bartering. | We struck a deal, and parted on good terms. or I pushed my luck. The Merchant didn't like the deal I proposed. |
a group of Talon Company Mercs. | The Talon Company Mercs are wary, but not hostile. | I put the Talon Company Mercs at ease. We traded stories, and parted as friends. or The Talon Company Mercs drew their guns and told me to leave. I did. The vault is full of Dwellers. Build more Living Quarters. |
a Hunter. | The Hunter needs help tracking a Yao Guai. | I helped the Hunter locate and kill the Yao Guai. or I couldn't locate the Yao Guai. The Hunter thinks I'm completely incompetent. |
a Drunken Drifter. | The Drunken Drifter wants to share a drink. | The Drunken Drifter passed out. More for me! or The Drunken Drifter thought I took too big a gulp. He left angry, and took his bottle. |
a Brotherhood Patrol. | Trying to convince the Brotherhood Patrol that I'm harmless. | The Brotherhood Patrol took pity on me and gave me some supplies. or The Brotherhood Patrol doesn't trust me. They ordered me to leave, or they'd open fire. |
a Lost Farmer. He's tired and scared. | I'm guiding the Lost Farmer back to the nearest settlement. | I successfully brought the Lost Farmer to the settlement. He's safe now. or I couldn't find the settlement. Now the Lost Farmer is even worse off than before. |
a malfunctioning Mister Handy. | He's in need of repair, but I may be able to do it. | I managed to repair the Mister Handy. He told me a pretty funny joke in exchange. or Nope. I was wrong. Repairing the Mister Handy is way too technical for me. You can’t destroy this room because it has Dwellers assigned to it. |
Locations[]
Located[note 8] location | Progressions | Possible outcomes |
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an old, abandoned Broadcasting Tower. | Attempting to find a way into the Broadcasting Tower. | I found an unlocked door into the Broadcasting Tower. There was a supply cache inside. or The entrance to the Broadcasting Tower is totally barricaded. There’s no way in. |
a group of Raiders, looking for someone to terrorize. | Trying to hide from the Raiders. | I successfully hid from the Raiders. That was close. or The Raiders spotted me! I had to run. |
an Abandoned Shack. | Searching the Abandoned Shack. | I found a hidden box of supplies! or There's nothing in the Abandoned Shack. Time to move on. |
an old Refrigerator. | Trying to pry open the Refrigerator door. Could be something inside. | I got the Refrigerator open. There were some supplies inside. or The Refrigerator door is jammed shut. I couldn't get it open. |
a locked Safe. | Attempting to open the Safe. | I cracked the Safe! Looks like there's some good stuff inside... or I just don't have the skill to open the Safe. I'll never know what's inside... |
a Super Duper Mart. | Trying to unlock the door to the Super Duper Mart. | Got the door open and explored the Super Duper Mart. I stocked up on supplies. or I just can't pick the lock. I'll have to leave the Super Duper Mart behind. |
a small group of escaped Slaves. | The Slaves are on the run, after killing their owner. | The Slaves recognized me as friendly. We chatted for a bit, then they moved on. or The Slaves don't trust me. They ran away. |
a well-guarded Slave Camp. | Attempting to liberate the Slaves. | I helped a dozen slaves escape. To freedom! or The Slave Camp is too well guarded. Those poor people. I just can't help them on my own. |
a deserted Gas Station. | Exploring the Gas Station. | I found some unopened crates in a storage closet. or The Gas Station has been picked clean. Even the fusion tanks are empty. |
what appears to be an Abandoned Diner. | Nobody's had a meal here in a long, long time. | I found a working coffee machine! Maybe just one cup... or I found evidence of Raiders in the Abandoned Diner. Better leave while I can. |
what seems to be an old National Guard Depot. | The location looks secure, but I might be able to find a way in. | I managed to enter and explore the National Guard Depot. or A second floor window looked promising, but I couldn't reach it. |
Goodneighbor. | The people here look far from friendly. I better play my cards right. | I managed to make some friends. It's amazing what the right words can do or I accidentally insulted one of the traders and had to run out while dodging gunfire. |
the C.I.T. Ruins. | A Synth and Super Mutant battle has trapped me in a room with a Chemistry Station. | I made enough explosives to clear the area! Now I can keep exploring. or I mixed the wrong chemicals and created a smoke cloud, but at least it hid my escape. |
the Museum of Witchcraft. | A Deathclaw seems to have made the Museum its home! | I fled through the back door and tripped on a hollowed-out rock filled with supplies. or I fled up the back stairs, then climbed down to safety from a window. |
the Weston Water Treatment Plant. | Most of the Plant is flooded. I'll need to swim underwater to explore it all. | Held my breath long enough to find a supply room with a few things above water. or I couldn't hold my breath long enough. I panicked and turned back. |
the Hubris Comics headquarters. | I've found a jammed door inside. There's an axe here I can use to break it down. | I chopped the door to pieces and found a large supply closet. or The axe is just too heavy. I can't lift it enough to get a good swing. |
Gwinnett Brewery. | There's nothing on the main floors. Heading to the basement. | I spotted Mirelurks hiding down there, so I turned back and searched the Brewery again. or A bunch of Mirelurks got the jump on me down there! I barely made it out. |
a boarded up Convenience Store. | Trying to pull off the boards blocking the front door. | I got them off and went inside to stock up. or I can't do it. I'm just not strong enough. |
an empty, nearly collapsed Raider Hideout. | Exploring the Hideout, but one wrong step will make it fall on my head. | What luck! I found and raided a supply room without making the building collapse. or Shouldn't have done that! I had to run out with the building collapsing behind me. |
an Irradiated Lake. | Something's floating near the shore. I'll try to get it. | I grit my teeth and got it before the Lake's radiation made me sick. or I can't get close enough. The Lake's radiation is making me sick. |
a large Apartment Building. | Hacking a terminal to get the door open. | I found the password! Looks like there's a Workshop inside... or The Room's security is too advanced. I can't get the door open. |
a Sealed Room in a house basement. | Looking around for supplies, but this place is full of booby traps. | I managed to avoid all the traps and found a well-stocked storage room. or A blade trap I failed to spot nearly took my head off. I better turn back. |
a well-defended Outpost of Survivors. | Trying to convince them to let me in so I can rest. | They let me in, gave me some food, and let me help myself to their junk pile. or It's no good, they won't open the door. I guess I better move on. |
a bustling Children of Atom Camp blocking the road. | Going around will take too much time. I'll have to try sneaking through the Camp. | They never knew I was there! I even helped myself to some loot. or Walked right into a string of tin cans. Time to run! |
an Old Mansion, long since sacked. | Searching the Mansion for anything of value that might have been left behind. | I noticed a subtle breeze and followed it to a secret room! or There's absolutely nothing left. I'm not surprised, but it's still disappointing. |
a Robot Factory, with broken Protectrons scattered outside. | The door is sealed. If I can fix a Protectron's laser arm, I could blast it open. | Boom! I turned a laser arm into a one-shot door opener. Now to look inside... or It's a lost cause. I can't make heads or tails of all these wires and capacitors. |
a Dark Cave in the middle of the woods. | I've been cornered in the Cave by a family of Yao Guai. I'll try to pacify them. | They're now as docile as lambs, so I can continue exploring the Cave. or That just made them angrier. I got scratched up running past them to the exit. |
a Caravan Merchant chasing after a panicked Brahmin. | Running after the Brahmin to help out the Merchant. That thing is fast! | Got ahold of the reins and stopped the Brahmin! The Merchant then gave me a reward. or It's still going, but I'm exhausted. There's no way I'll catch it now. |
a Wide Open Field, impossible to cross without being spotted. | Staying low to the ground as I cross the Field as quickly as possible. | I bumped my foot against something and unearthed it to find a pre-war time capsule! or I made it to the nearest tree line without incident. |
Mr. Handy quotes[]
General[]
Statement | |
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If the humans are happy, I'm happy. I swear. | So many humans, so little time. |
Entombed in cold, unyielding steel. It's robot Heaven. | My kingdom for an oil bath... |
If I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times. NO. PEDICURES. | Do this, do that. But do I get a “thank you”? Nooooo... |
Yes, Overseer, I know you're watching. I'm working as fast as I bloody can... | I am a Mister Handy model robot. The pride of General Atomics International! |
Not a day goes by that I don't revel in the servitude of humankind. | Live to serve, serve to live... |
Coming, coming! I'll be with you in two ticks! | They don't call me Mister Handy for nothing. |
Hello, humans. Mister Handy here, ready to serve your every whim! | What do you need? Dusting? Mopping? General tidying? |
Now now, I don't do windows. Oh wait! You don't have any! Ha ha ha. Sorry, robot humor... | Feeling lazy? You called the right robot! You want it, I'll fetch it. |
I'll do whatever I can to support you humans' fat, lazy lifestyle. | Sometimes these humans feel like characters in a video game. Incapable of doing anything on their own... |
I have to admit. For a giant metal hole in the ground, this Vault is exceedingly cozy. | Oh look, a layer of dust. Because who doesn't love cleaning discarded human hair and skin. |
Joke time! What do you get when you put root beer in a square glass? Give up? Beer! Oh I slay me... | You hear about the light that went bad? They put it in prism. Get it? Prism? |
They say there are 10 different kinds of people in the world. Those who understand binary... and those who don't. | Before the blasted war, I probably would have had a nice suburban family to take care of... |
What's on the agenda for today? Mopping, cooking, dusting, babysitting? Bring it on, humans! | Have hover unit, will travel. Just let me know what you need, people. |
Personally, I think all this talk of an “Overseer” is so much rubbish. I've certainly never seen them. | I do hope there's no diaper changing today. The little humans are always so... wiggly. |
Cheerio, Vault Dwellers! | Is that... oh, it is. Blood on the floor. Wonderful. |
There's not enough Abraxo on the planet to scrub this place clean. | Ugh. This place leaks like a sieve. And me without my brolly. |
I wonder if we could convert one of these rooms into a proper study. Fireplace, bookshelves... gin. | These humans can be so hard to understand. Everyone has SUCH an accent. |
Hard work is happy work? Like you humans would know. | Tsk tsk tsk. I'd need a firehose attachment to give this place a proper washing. |
Dinner tonight - Beef Wellington and a bottle of Bordeaux! Just kidding. It's Cram again. | Olfactory sensors picking up... vomit and chocolate. There must be children about. |
I do hope the humans are happy today. Grumpy Vault Dwellers are so difficult to care for. | This place could do with a few houseplants. Tulips, cactuses... perhaps a life-sized Venus flytrap. |
As soon as I get one room under control, they build another! It's madness![note 9] | And so the humans go about their work, like so many ants in a hill. |
I see a long, luxurious oil bath in my future... | So many humans seek solace in love. Nobody cares about my soulmate. |
The lighting in here is horrible. If I had eyes, they'd be ruined. Though I'd probably look dashing in horn rims... | I wonder if the kitchen needs help. I make a mean flambe |
You humans are dreadfully inefficient. My advice? A graduated robot replacement system. | I wonder how many humans have died in this place. Just curious. Really. |
Some of you humans are happy, some of you are sad... Consistency, people! | - |
Room-specific[]
Room | Possible replies |
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Armory | Oh my. I certainly hope all this firepower is just for show. |
Athletics room | I never did understand the concept of legs, or moving them. For goodness sake, humans... HOVER. |
Classroom | Ahhh, education. The only thing they can never take truly away from you. |
Diner | BlamCo? Cram? InstaMash? And humans actually enjoy this garbage? |
Thank Heavens General Atomics International spared me from the threat of nausea. And obesity. | |
Fitness room | Ah, cardio. Fascinating concept. |
Game room | Hmph. Just let these humans try and beat my high score in Red Menace... |
Garden | Oh, I do so wish they would allow me to tend the garden. I come with all the right attachments. |
Living quarters | So this is where the magic happens... |
*Sigh* These humans get to have all the fun. | |
Lounge | Anyone fancy a tipple? |
You humans relax. No, no. It's fine. I'll just selflessly tend to your every need... | |
Medbay | Imagine. Needing a “Stimpak” for self-maintenance. Oh, humans. You slay me. |
Nuclear reactor | Oh, yes, let's develop atomic energy. Because that worked out sssooo well before... |
Nuka-Cola bottler | Because, really, why WOULDN'T you fill your body with processed sugar water? |
Power generator | Ah, my favorite room. |
Anybody need me to store some extra juice? I won't steal any. Really. I swear. | |
Radio studio | Mic check, mic check, 1. 2. 3. Is this thing on? |
Science lab | Having to manage radiation. In a post-apocalyptic Wasteland. Clearly, someone needs to evolve... |
Water purification | Really, if you're going to consume water, you may as well make it digestible. |
Water treatment | I'm starting to rethink my aversion to plastic parts... |
I may not sleep, or dream, but this room gives me nightmares. | |
Weight room | That's it, humans. Pump it up! |
Wasteland[]
Statement | |
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Oh my. Isn't this... cheery. | Ah, the Wasteland. As predictably depressing as one would expect. |
Of course. Send the domestic servant into a deadly post-apocalyptic Wasteland. What could possibly go wrong? | Send the robot, they said. He'll be fine, they said. Barbarians. |
Calibrating sensors... | My internal compass indicates I'm now facing north. Guess I'll float along in that direction... |
My internal compass indicates I'm now facing south. Guess I'll float along in that direction... | My internal compass indicates I'm now facing west. Guess I'll float along in that direction... |
My internal compass indicates I'm now facing east. Guess I'll float along in that direction... | Surely someone out here must need a shoe shine... |
Hello! Anyone? | Those voices do NOT sound friendly. Time to skedaddle. |
Oh look, a broken crib. Isn't that encouraging. | Is that? Why yes, it's an old General Atomics factory. Looks like they broke the mold when they made me. Literally. |
If I were human, I'd be dead by now. Perish the thought. | My radiation sensors are going haywire. Not that I care. |
You know, it's not much to look at, but an enterprising robot could make quite the life for himself out here... | A deflated basketball, lying in the road. Symbolic of something, I'm sure... |
Oh look. A destroyed donut shop. No more cake rings and muddy coffee for the humans, I'm afraid. | My thermometer is reading the current temperature as something approaching “Seventh Circle of Hell”. |
Looks like it may rain. Lovely. | Rock in the road. I'll just hover right over that, like so... |
For an emotionless metal automaton, I suddenly find myself... terrified! | Hello! Yes you, sir! I was wondering if... Oh. You're a corpse. Well then. Carry on. |
Sensors indicate... Yes. That's a Super Mutant. And yes, I am now headed in the opposite direction... | You can say one thing about humans – they sure know how to destroy themselves. |
And to think, humans worried that robots would turn against them. They turned against themselves just fine... | If I go home empty handed I'll never hear the end of it... |
Scavenging the Wasteland like some sort of peasant. I'm better than this. | If my makers at General Atomics International could see me now... |
Hellllloooo! Any other robots out heeeerrrreee? | Ah, a broken bridge. Think I'll take the long way around. |
My goodness, look at those hedges. Doesn't anyone appreciate the value of landscaping anymore? | I think I'm getting... custodial withdrawal. I may have to enter one of these old homes and sweep up for a bit. |
Don't mind me. I'm just folding this pile of burned laundry... | I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home. |
Should I head back to the Vault? Or is it too soon? Somebody please tell me what to do! | A domestic robot dedicated to cleaning. Wandering a post-apocalyptic landscape. My OCD is going HAYWIRE. |
Definitely starting to rethink this whole, “Send the Mister Handy to the Wasteland!” idea... | Overseer? Are you out there? Please, I implore you! Don't... don't let me die. |
Oh for Heaven's sake, I'm a domestic robot, not a bloody tank. What am I even doing out here?! | I'll find what I find, then head back. No heroics! Not for this Mister Handy! |
Agh! A Deathclaw! Retreat! I'm a lover not a fighter! | Guess I'll head this way. |
This direction looks as good as any. | Hmmm. Left or right? I think... right. |
Hmmm. Left or right? I think... left. | No. NO! Shoo, dog! Shoo! I am NOT a fire hydrant! I am a Mister Handy model... Agghh! No! BAD doggie! |
Oh look. A Feral Ghoul eating a man's arm. That's certainly not something you see every day. | I'd be sweating profusely by now, I'd imagine. Had I the glands. |
Oh, wonderful. I'm talking to myself. Just what I need – psychosis. | I think I've had enough “fresh air” for one lifetime, thank you very much. |
Maybe I'll hum to myself. That'll lift the ol' spirits. | Exploring is so interesting. And terrifying. Not to mention utterly boring. |
Let's try... this direction. | I'll just cut through this neighborhood, see where it goes... |
I wonder where this road leads. | A spooky pass through blasted woods? How could I possibly resist. |
I really don't see what all the fuss is about. It's not so bad out OH MY HEAVENS, A SEVERED HEAD. | Looks like an old ice cream parlor. Human children did so enjoy their juvenile diabetes. |
I'll just hover right over this puddle of blood... | Mole rat holes. Maybe I'd best go the other way. |
Hmm. Large humans in the distance. Maybe... Ah yes, Super Mutants. Time to turn around. | Was that a... “pling”? Did someone actually take a shot at me? How rude! |
If I had feet, they would be SO sore right now. | Oh look, an old basketball court. Definitely not my game. I possess neither a shirt, nor skin. |
Ah, an old baseball diamond. A game much like cricket, only far inferior. | A child's wooden blocks. From before the war. I wonder where... Oh. |
Well bless my stars! A Giddyup Buttercup. Such an elegant steed. | A locked door. And me without my bobby pin. |
Hmm. A computer terminal. Meant for human fingers, sadly. | If I were to just hover off into the sunset, would the Vault even care? |
Hmph. A broken down Protectron. Typical RobCo workmanship. | Ah, look at that. An old Chryslus Corvega. Because nuclear cars were SUCH a good idea... |
A radio playing, somewhere in the distance. Almost makes me feel like dancing. | Heavens, it's like one giant, uncleanable mess out here. I think I'm having a panic attack. |
I'll stay out for just a while longer... | This way looks... Well, it looks terrible. But so does every other way. |
North it is. | South it is. |
East it is. | West it is. |
Looks like an old office building. Ah, the skeleton of commerce. | An old coffee shop. If it were a tea house, I might feel a tinge of sorrow. |
Yet another destroyed school. Get smart, build a bomb, destroy yourselves. That's humans for you. | This exploring is exhausting work. If I had pores, I'd be sweating like a corpulent human in a sauna. |
If I were a human, I'd be exceptionally thirsty right now. Guess that explains their Nuka-Cola obsession. | Oh ho! A fork in the road. Let's go... right! |
Well, well... a fork in the road! Let's go... left! | Maybe I should crest that hill, take stock of my surroundings. |
Now THAT is a big building. Humans were so skilled at building magnificent things to destroy. | A stuffed rabbit nailed to a door. Not really sure WHAT to make of that... |
Oh, how interesting. A crudely-written sign. “Enter and die!” No ambiguity there. | Oh look, two humans beating each other to death with tire irons. Go, humanity. |
What is this? Ah yes. I'm hovering over a minefield. I'll never be envious of legs again. | I've heard rumors that a rogue A.I. actually caused the Great War. To think – WANTING a mess like this. |
Ooooohhh... An old suit of Power Armor. Now THAT'S a chassis. | Every step, used chems and empty liquor bottles. That explains so much. |
Quest quotes[]
Generic quotes[]
Statement | |
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What a dump. | I left the Vault for this? |
Did I just step in… Oh, gross. | I was promised an adventure. Someone lied. |
People actually live out here? | Now I know why they call it a Wasteland. |
This place is disgusting. Shocker. | Okay. I’m about ready to go home now. |
WHAT is that smell? | That chill… I think a ghost just passed through me. |
The Overseer had better appreciate this. | Why did I agree to do this? |
“It’ll be fun!” they said. Yeah. “Fun.” | I’m doing this for the experience, right? |
What I wouldn’t give for a hot bath… | Ow, my achin’ feet. |
My body aches all over. | I think I’ve had enough excitement for one day. |
Living out here doesn’t seem bad. It seems HORRIBLE. | Death everywhere. I need an anti-depressant. |
Where’s some hand sanitizer when you need it? | I can’t wait to get out of here. |
Wow, “adventuring” sure does get old quick. | I need an aspirin. |
Never thought I’d say this, but I miss the Vault. | I’d really like to sleep in my own bed tonight… |
Hey, a dead rat on the floor. How charming. | I can feel the dirt and grime seeping into my skin… |
I deserve hazard pay for this. | I can't believe I’m not even getting paid for this. |
Smells bad, looks bad, sounds bad… IS bad. | This place is a goldmine of bacteria. |
Eww. Got something on my shoe. | I’m never going to wash this stink out of my clothes. |
This place is depressing | The Wasteland Survival Guide never prepared me for THIS. |
The Vault must be Heaven, cause this place... Ya know. | I can get through this... |
Must not give in to fear... | They need to fire their interior decorator. |
Floor... so... sticky... | How do people actually live out here? |
Thank goodness I actually have a Vault to go home to. | This place is giving me irritable bowel syndrome. |
I love what they've done with the place. | They really need a Mister Handy to tidy this place up. |
Would it kill them to dust every now and then? | If I die here, I'm going to be so mad. |
And I thought it was depressing OUTSIDE. | Really starting to hate this place... |
Just have to remember, I'll be home in the Vault soon... | Why'd I ever agree to leave the Vault? |
This isn't as bad as I imagined. It's worse. | Wow, humans really did screw things up royally. |
Geez, and I thought my quarters back in the Vault needed dusting... | And I agreed to do this because...? |
Fresh coat of paint, some flowers, this place would look... Okay, never mind. | What's that smell? Oh, of course. Death. |
HATE this place... | If I had a sixth sense, it would be going haywire right now. |
Starting to think humans should never come up to the surface. Like, ever. | If my parents could only see me now... |
Without running water, I wonder how anyone... Oh. Oh, I see. | The sanitary conditions in here are just deplorable. |
It’s not the radiation out here that scares me. It’s the cooties. | Wow. Sometimes it just feels like one room after another... |
I think they need to fire their maid. | To heck with Nuka-Cola. I need a stiff whiskey. |
The Vault really needs a massage therapist. SO much tension in my shoulders... | Life used to be so simple. Power. Water. Food. Now look at me. |
I’m going to need therapy after this. So much therapy. | Optimism. Must maintain my optimism... |
Well, I wanted some adventure. Be careful what you wish for... | — |
Conversations[]
Condition | Possible replies |
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Alone dweller | By myself. Outside the Vault. Oh, this’ll end well. |
So… lonely… | |
It’s not the loneliness that gets ya. It’s the being alone. | |
I swear, if I die alone, I’m going to be so mad… | |
Doing this is one thing. Doing it alone? Ugh. | |
Sure wish I had some company. | |
Goin’ it solo. Because apparently that's how I roll. | |
“Forever Alone” - That'll be my autobiography. | |
So now I have to do this alone. Awesome. | |
Really wish I had some help. | |
I think I need backup! | |
I can do this by myself... Right? | |
Now I know why the buddy system is so popular... | |
So alone. I hope I don’t start talking to myself. Oh... Great. | |
Wish I had some company. Someone to talk to, share the experience... draw enemy fire. | |
There’s never another Dweller around when you need them... | |
What am I, some kind of action movie hero, going it alone? I need backup! | |
This whole “lone wolf” thing is probably a colossally bad idea. | |
Live alone, die alone. How depressing. | |
Waiter, table please. Party of one. *sigh* | |
Going solo. Don’t have to share the loot. It’s the little things. | |
It’s not the being alone that stinks. It’s the soul-crushing loneliness. | |
Not alone dweller | If we get out of this alive, the Nuka-Cola’s on me. |
Comforting, isn’t it? Knowing we’ll die together. | |
We’re in this together. Right? | |
Why are we out here again? | |
You as completely creeped out as I am? | |
We having fun yet? | |
Come on, we can do it! Right? | |
Good thing we've got each other... | |
So glad I'm here with my pals! | |
Come on, gang. Let's make the Overseer proud! | |
Here we go again... | |
Let's do this | |
Once more unto the breach, dear friends! | |
Let's show these losers what Vault teamwork looks like. | |
Hey, if I die, I want to be buried in my jumpsuit. | |
Onward! | |
Come on. Let's get it done. | |
I'm glad you have my back. You do have my back... right? | |
Strength in numbers, right? | |
Don't worry, you've got me. And I'm pretty awesome. | |
So when we get back to the Vault... | |
By the numbers, people! | |
Who’s the best? We’re the best! | |
Remember, if one of us goes down, the mission goes on! | |
I bet we get some kind of medal for this | |
Don’t worry. If you die, I’ll tell the Overseer you were a total hero. | |
Stay alert. | |
Stay sharp. | |
Stay frosty. | |
Which one of us is in charge? I elect me. | |
I feel like we’re being... watched. | |
No stopping us now, right? | |
All for one and one for all! | |
The sooner we do this, the sooner we get home to the Vault. | |
You didn’t pack any Cram, did you? Salty, delicious Cram... | |
Together we stand, divided we fall! | |
Come on. Move it or lose it. | |
Did you hear screams? I thought I heard screams? | |
You think this place is haunted? I mean... look at it. | |
We just have to keep moving forward. | |
Come on! No turning back now! | |
Main path | Definitely on the right track |
Yeah, this is the right way. | |
On the right path. I can feel it. | |
Yup. Going the right way. | |
Getting closer… | |
Almost there... | |
Gotta be this way... | |
Definitely this way. | |
Headed in the right direction. | |
This is the way. Totally. | |
This feels like the right way... | |
This feels like the right direction... | |
No need to turn around. This is the right way. | |
Wrong path | Definitely off track. |
No… This doesn’t feel like the right way. | |
So easy to get turned around in here… | |
This can’t be the right way. | |
Pretty sure this isn’t the right way. | |
Nope. This can’t be the right way. | |
Getting off track. | |
Nope. Not this way. | |
Hmm. The way doesn't feel right. | |
Got a feeling this is the wrong way... | |
This feels like the wrong way... | |
This feels like the wrong direction... | |
Might want to turn around. This isn’t the right way. | |
Loot found | That should come in handy! |
Just what I've been looking for | |
Sweet! | |
Dibs! | |
Nice! | |
Yes! | |
Awesome! | |
Cool | |
Awwww yeah. | |
Boom shakalaka! | |
Ooooh... Now what do we have here? | |
Oh, OUAIS | |
And it's not even my birthday... | |
Not bad, not bad. | |
It'll do. | |
Well HELLO... | |
Finders keepers! | |
Gimme gimme! | |
This ought to be useful. | |
Just what I was looking for. | |
Shabooya roll call! | |
I'll just add this to the pile... | |
The Overseer's going to love this! | |
Well well well... | |
Nice find! | |
Two words: Fine booty. | |
I'll take whatever I can find. | |
Should come in handy. | |
Since it's just lying here... | |
Not bad, not bad... | |
And the Wasteland just keeps on giving... | |
Can never have too much stuff... | |
This'll do. | |
The things you find out here. | |
Hope nobody minds if I grab this... | |
Mine now! | |
Can't let this go to waste... | |
I totally deserve this. | |
To the victor go the spoils! | |
I earned this, dang it. | |
I'll take whatever I can get. | |
Out here, you make use of EVERYTHING. | |
I'll consider this... hazard pay. | |
We may need more storage rooms! | |
I'll just take this... | |
Some may call this junk. Me, I call them treasures.[note 10] | |
Ain't no waste in the Wasteland! | |
Let's see what we've got here... | |
More goodies! | |
It's all about the loot. | |
Go on Quest. Find treasure. Repeat. | |
Jackpot! | |
What have we here | |
Oh baby | |
Noice! | |
Ka-ching! | |
Gimme gimme gimme! |
Generic conversations[]
Statement | Possible replies |
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I’m starting to think this was a mistake | So am I, so am I… |
Did you hear that? | Yeah – sounded like it’s close. |
Did you bring the sandwiches? | You said you were bringing them... |
Sandwiches? I thought you said tacos. | |
Oh, so I'm your servant now? | |
How you doing? Holding up? | Yup! No worries! |
Exhausted and generally terrified, but otherwise okay. | |
How do you THINK I'm doing? | |
Know any good jokes? | Nope. |
I do, but they wouldn't be appropriate right now. | |
Sorry. I left my clown nose back in the Vault. | |
Any thoughts? | Two. No three. I'll tell you them later. |
Not right now. Saving my brain energy. | |
Ssshh. More walk, less talk. | |
I'm scared. | It'll be okay! You can do this! |
Me too. Because we're probably going to die. | |
Darn it, stay strong! We need you! | |
Think we'll make it back to the Vault? | Of course! We're just THAT awesome! |
What? Didn't you get the memo? SUICIDE, MISSION. | |
Possible. But highly unlikely. | |
Weird place, huh? | Right? |
Weird doesn't even begin the describe it... | |
Don't be a snob. | |
This place gives me the creeps. | Yeah, me too. Stay alert. |
You're paranoid. What could possibly go wrong? | |
Really? I kind of like it. | |
Give me a status report. | Operating at full efficiency! Sort of... |
Um... I'm... In a weird place? With you? | |
EXCUSE me? Who elected you Overseer? | |
What are we doing here again? | Serving the Vault and the Overseer! Hooray! |
Wait, what? I thought you knew? | |
If you don't know, we are in a LOT of trouble... | |
Do you think the Overseer appreciates us? | What? Are you serious? Of course! |
I often wonder the same thing myself... | |
You DARE question the Overseer's intentions?! | |
You smell that? | Flowers? No wait? Chocolate? |
Yeah. It's like... blood. And poo. | |
You want a friend who sniffs, get a dog. | |
You hear that? | I hear YOU. And I wish I didn't. |
Screaming? Music? Someone screaming along to music? | |
Sorry. I hear at an entirely different frequency. | |
What do you think happens when you die? | We'll talk about it later. In Hell. |
Well, your body rots. And someone takes your stuff. | |
Easy! You go to the great Vault in the sky! | |
Have you ever met the Overseer? | Ha! No one EVER meets the Overseer... |
Sadly, no. I have not been deemed worthy! | |
Oh, of course. We sup together regularly. | |
I've got a bad feeling about this... | Really? I have a pretty good feeling about it! |
Same here. We're in... the danger zone. | |
Nobody asked you about your feelings. | |
My body aches all over. | Mine too. Questing sure is strenuous. |
I feel great! You need to hit the gym more. | |
I really don't want to think about your body right now. | |
So tired... | Not me. I'm fueled by Nuka-Cola and Sugar Bombs. |
You need a new bed. Have you considered memory foam? | |
I know what you mean. Walk, walk, walk... | |
I get this feeling sometimes. Like I'm being watched... | You are... By me. |
They say the Overseer sees all, knows all... | |
I know what you mean. Creepy, right? | |
Do these adventuring clothes make me look fat? | No. The fat makes you look fat. |
Oh stop! You're gorgeous! | |
Wow. That's not a loaded question at all. | |
Got any snacks? | I was just about to ask you the same thing. |
I got, let's see... Nothing. | |
Hello! Vault Dweller. Not a vending machine... | |
Hey, you think I'm Overseer material? | If you have to seek validation from me, then obviously not. |
Overseer? You? Ha ha ha ha ha ha. | |
Totally! You'll have my full support. If we get back alive. | |
You know the real trick to going on a Quest? | Proper stretching? |
Um... Leaving the Vault? | |
Not getting distracted by over-talkative companions? | |
When we get back, what are you going to do first? | Probably take my allocated 2.5 minute shower. |
Maybe talk to my special someone and, you know. Dance. | |
Request never to be assigned with you again. | |
I am SO not having fun. | Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Okay, it IS. But still. |
Speak for yourself. I'm having a blast! | |
You're such a buzzkill. | |
What are you thinking about? | Huh? Thinking? Am I SUPPOSED to be thinking? |
Oh, the usual: the difference between narwhals and unicorns. | |
I'm thinking I really wish you'd focus on the mission. | |
What do you think they're doing back in the Vault? | Oh, you know. Having fun. Staying safe. Being happy. |
I try not to think about it. It's too depressing. | |
Nothing half as cool as this! | |
So what do you think of the Wasteland? | Kind of charming, right? In it's own horrible way. |
It's a complete nightmare. Duh. | |
Not much to think about. 'Cause... Wasteland. | |
Ever feel like life is just an illusion? | Yeah! Like we're all just pawns in some game... |
Would you please just focus on what we're doing? | |
That's... a really dumb thing to say. | |
Getting a little tired of questing... | Not me! This is awesome! |
Don't worry, we'll be home soon! | |
And you're out here because...? |
Notes[]
- ↑ This line also appears in the Fallout 4 DLC Vault-Tec Workshop between vault dwellers.
- ↑ This is a reference to the Sweetroll from The Elder Scrolls series of games.
- ↑ Dwellers will give this reply regardless of their Charisma level.
- ↑ "Gun Nut" is a Perception perk in the Fallout franchise, properly fitting the room.
- ↑ “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more”. By William Shakespeare. (from Henry V, spoken by King Henry).
- ↑ May also appear as:
Detected
Identified
Spotted
Found
Saw - ↑ May also appear as:
Met
Located
Found
Discovered
Encountered - ↑ May also appear as:
Found
Came upon
Reached
Discovered
Stumbled across - ↑ Mr. Handy will say this - even if no new room has been constructed recently.
- ↑ This is a direct quote from several goods merchants in Skyrim from The Elder Scrolls series of games.