conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The year is 2160. The Great War started - and abruptly ended - 83 years ago. 
  
  In that time, smaller societies have sprung up in the ruins of the old United States, including a small group of settlers and farmers eking out a living in Petersburg, almost due south of Richmond in what used to be Virginia. 
  
  Vault 79, located in Colonial Heights, has just opened for the first time since the bombs dropped. Vault dwellers have come out, seeking a new place to live as their situation in vault has become untenable. To add to the trouble, the 95 Raiders that terrorize the main highway through the area, have stepped up their raids.
  
  And now a new army marches up from the south, seeking to reclaim what they call their ancestral homeland...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Led by Jefferson, this group longs to re-take what they consider their traditional seat of power, Richmond. Consider ghouls to be subhuman and fit only for hard labor.
conversations.prefix: Jefferson's Confederacy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A loosely organized band of raiders led by Jackpot, this group has been harrying folks on I-95 and in Petersburg for months.
conversations.prefix: 95 Raiders:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The descendants of old-world government representatives, this shadowy group has been lurking under the University of Virginia until now.
conversations.prefix: The Senate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tech-seeking engineers and scientists descended from the old university at Blacksburg.
conversations.prefix: Hokies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The residents of Richmond refer to themselves as the Old Dominion. With walls to protect themselves, they are an insular society that doesn't allow in outsiders.
conversations.prefix: Old Dominion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The leader of the 95 Raiders, Jackpot claims to have been around since before the war. He's also known for his brutality and viciousness.
conversations.prefix: Jackpot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Vice President of the US during the Great War, he has survived the last eighty years in the body of a robobrain and now leads the Senate.
conversations.prefix: Mitchell Henry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The charismatic leader of the Confederacy, Jefferson will gladly welcome newcomers into his band...for a price. 
conversations.prefix: Jefferson:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A scientist who leads a band of Hokies to Richmond for salvage. Soft-spoken but dangerous with her laser-rifle. 
conversations.prefix: Layla Rice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Leader of one of the raiding parties under Jackpot, Franky is known for being particularly violent. She likes to use kids for target practice.
conversations.prefix: Franky the Butcher:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You make things grow. Well, you try anyway, but the land is a little hostile at times.
conversations.prefix: Farmer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If it isn't nailed down, you'll try to find a way to sell it.
conversations.prefix: Trader:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Boy, things sure are different up here on the surface.
conversations.prefix: Vault Dweller:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've read a lot of books and it shows.
conversations.prefix: Educated:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If nothing's killed you yet, is it safe to assume nothing will?
conversations.prefix: High Endurance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Good things just happen to you.
conversations.prefix: Lucky:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Machines, robots, and old-world widgets just like to work for you.
conversations.prefix: Technical:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The wasteland is your home. It might look unrelenting–and it is–but you know its beauty, and you know what can be harvested, cooked, killed, skinned, found, and so on.
conversations.prefix: I'm Heading Back to Paradise:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can usually get people to do what you want them to using your raw, animal magnetism. 
conversations.prefix: Seductive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The early bird catches the worm, along with everything else. 
conversations.prefix: Early Riser:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're the fastest gun east of the Mississippi.
conversations.prefix: Quick Draw:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can fix just about anything with a couple parts, some wonderglue, and a bit of elbow grease.
conversations.prefix: Resourceful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know a lot about the human body and how it works. All those bullet holes are bad, right?
conversations.prefix: Medical Training:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You may not have much book learnin' but nothing sneaks past you. 
conversations.prefix: Perceptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lifting, toting, carrying - you're in great physical shape and love to show it off.
conversations.prefix: Strong:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are just a profoundly terrible person. 
conversations.prefix: Going to Hell:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not nearly as smart as you think you are.
conversations.prefix: Pride Cometh Before the Fall:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've tasted man-meat and, let's face it, now it's all you want.
conversations.prefix: The Greatest Game:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If it's not going to earn you some caps, you're not interested.
conversations.prefix: All About the Caps:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want to believe the best in people, and so they tend to take advantage of you. 
conversations.prefix: Gullible:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are simply not meant for the wasteland. Other people often have to defend you, or you'd be dead in no time. 
conversations.prefix: Weenie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't feel so good...
conversations.prefix: Irradiated:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Partying used to be fun, but now it's all that keeps you going. 
conversations.prefix: Chem Addiction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This...or that? This? Or *that?* What does making up your mind have to be so difficult?
conversations.prefix: Indecisive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're just a mean person.
conversations.prefix: Grumpy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a real problem with anyone mutated. This tends to get in the way of making friends and allies.
conversations.prefix: Purifier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ask questions later. 
conversations.prefix: Shoot First:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You might have the heart and soul of a concrete elephant, but you have the body of a weak and feeble man. 
conversations.prefix: Frail:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Those pre-war bastards didn't know how good they had it! You want it all: a safe place to live, a way to make a living, and someone to share it with.
conversations.prefix: Want It All:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whatever you do, where ever you go, you'll always be looking out for number one.
conversations.prefix: Look Out for Number One:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have to complete your collection of pre-war knick-knacks, gadgets, or doo-dads.
conversations.prefix: All The Things:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All you really want is a safe place to hang your hat.
conversations.prefix: There's No Place Like Home:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's a rare thing to find in the wasteland. If you do, never let it go. 
conversations.prefix: True Love:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The trains aren't running on time anymore, but following the tracks is the easiest way in and out of the city. 
conversations.prefix: Petersburg Train Depot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This creepy tunnel may have surprises lurking in wait - or it might just be scary as all hell. 
conversations.prefix: Survive the Tunnel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe some of these old bedframes could be used to barricade the door and buy your group some time?
  
conversations.prefix: Barricade the Door (Optional):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What the fuck even is this thing? And how do you kill it?
conversations.prefix: Glowing One:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: These you're more familiar with. 
conversations.prefix: Pack of Ghouls:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once a beautiful planned community, this area now looks like everything else: ruined.
conversations.prefix: Suburbs Beyond Petersburg:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The only way left is North. Maybe they'll take you in if you can make it to Richmond.
conversations.prefix: Now What?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wasn't there a doctor?
  
  Oh...oh *no.*
  
  (For Libbie and one other character)
conversations.prefix: Dr. Penny:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The survivors are exhausted and will travel more safely in the morning.
conversations.prefix: Seek Shelter :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hayseed is really going to need repairs soon. Maybe you can find parts in all the scrap collected here?
conversations.prefix: Spare Parts:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After everyone's had time to think, some folks are less than happy with the way things are going.
conversations.prefix: Discontent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: On the other side of the river is...well, not the *promised land,* exactly, but somewhere safer.
  
  You hope.
conversations.prefix: Outside the Old Dominion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's a series of switches on three different levels before you can get to the main switch at the top. 
conversations.prefix: Restore the Power:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Radiation-preventative medication to be taken *before* you go somewhere you shouldn't.
conversations.prefix: Rad-X:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Layla is strangely empathetic towards you despite your epic failure. Maybe you should use this time to find out why?
conversations.prefix: Heal (Libbie):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You might as well take a few minutes to see if there's anything here someone could use to repair you.
conversations.prefix: Red Rocket (Hayseed):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This building was once used to house nuclear waste...which means there *has* to be something useful here, somewhere.
conversations.prefix: Containment Shed (Rake):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Been out in radiation and feeling sick? Take some RadAway and feel better *soon*.
conversations.prefix: RadAway:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Invented by John-Caleb Bradberton in 2044, Nuka-Cola has a delicious, unique passion fruit flavor. Best served ice cold, but these days people will take it however they can find it.
conversations.prefix: Nuka-Cola:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This thing isn't fully charged, but might be useful for something.
conversations.prefix: Mr. Handy Power Unit - 52%:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In the last fifty years or so, caps have become a common form of currency. 
conversations.prefix: With Plenty of Money and You:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Why would you need this?
  
  Still, it's here if you do. This voice chip appears to be equipped with a French accent.
conversations.prefix: Mr. Handy Voice Chip:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: About half the city was abandoned some time back, but here - north and east of the river - is still their territory.
conversations.prefix: Old Dominion:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You decide to visit the market. Perhaps you need to purchase something, or you have something to trade. 
conversations.prefix: Carytown:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Populated by decrepit old Victorian homes on comically small lots, this is the part of town to pick up or unload chems...among other things.
conversations.prefix: The Fan District:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Down along the water, this heavily-guarded section of town houses the town's cigarette supply. You better have a *good* reason to be here.
conversations.prefix: Tobacco Row:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're not entirely sure how, but you find yourself going into a building, down some stairs, and through a tunnel...and ending up on the wrong side of the river. 
conversations.prefix: Trolley Station:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not far from the river, this cemetery gives you an excellent view of the opposite shore.
conversations.prefix: Hollywood Cemetery:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Good Boy.
conversations.prefix: Dogmeat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The residents of Richmond refer to themselves as the Old Dominion. With walls to protect themselves, they are an insular society that doesn't allow in outsiders.
conversations.prefix: Old Dominion (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This Mr. Handy is intact and still mobile - which means it has working parts.
  
  You have to know more. 
conversations.prefix: Spare Parts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Something like 'The Storyteller'
conversations.prefix: Placeholder:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: placeholder
conversations.prefix: Placeholder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: placeholder
conversations.prefix: placeholder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: placeholder
conversations.prefix: Placeholder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Putting the human back into the human condition.
conversations.prefix: Proto-Follower:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One percent luck, nine percent skill, and ‘nuff said.
conversations.prefix: Tenacious:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some people were just made for a better world.
conversations.prefix: Quixotic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Because *someone* has to.
conversations.prefix: Be the Change:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have a theory about how it all happened, and you'll make sure everyone knows it once you find some proof.
conversations.prefix: Find the Source:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With an upgraded Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System, stop overthinking and let your Pip-Boy do all the aiming for you. You'll be lining up precise trick shots faster than you can say "battery life!" Inquire with your Overseer today!
conversations.prefix: Gun Fu:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You rely on your Pip-Boy for every facet of your life: combat, navigation, even your to-do list and guides to social interaction. Whenever you're not able to access it, you lack the skill or the confidence to handle even basic tasks.
conversations.prefix: Pip Dependent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Assigned as one of the Overseer's guards, you never had reason to doubt him before. Whispers of some sort of experiment just sounded like sedition. Now, though... something drives you to see if there was any truth to it.
conversations.prefix: The Reasons Why:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Boy, things sure are different up here on the surface.
conversations.prefix: Vault Dweller:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a people pleaser.  You like making people happy.  Why not get paid to do it?
conversations.prefix: Bartender:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're a good listener and an even better talker.  You're great at getting information and getting people to do what you want them to.
conversations.prefix: Charmer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're a pretty clever guy, and you really don't need other people to notice, but you really wish they would.
conversations.prefix: Test Your Wits:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's never really your fault in the end, and if it is, then they deserved it.
conversations.prefix: Narcissist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've lived most of your life in the wastes, outside of settlements, scraping by on what you can forage, scavenge, hunt, or steal.
conversations.prefix: The Gypsy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know the long death is coming, and it terrifies you. It haunts your waking hours, whispering cruel cowardice in your ear.
conversations.prefix: It's All Over but the Crying:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The end is coming. In fact, it's already started. What will your epitaph say?
conversations.prefix: It Only Happens Once:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You watch. You listen. You notice things, in part because they might kill you. 
  
  But also because you want to remember.
conversations.prefix: That's The Way It Is:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You don't tend to settle down for too long. 
conversations.prefix: Traveller :
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Created for a purpose, though that -- along with your programming -- has been altered over time.
conversations.prefix: Robot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can turn your hand to most things, just so long as they don't need...you know...actual *hands*.
conversations.prefix: Crop Diversity:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No, not *that* sort of bug! But your programming has been messed with, and glitches will occur.
conversations.prefix: Bugs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A change of soil. Off out into the world to find what you're looking for. Room for your roots to spread a little wider.
conversations.prefix: Repotting:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As a fifth generation healer, the Hippocratic Oath is embedded in your DNA.
conversations.prefix: Primum non nocere:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Franky the Butcher would pay. Simple as that.
conversations.prefix: Revenge:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When your mind's made up, it's _made up._
conversations.prefix: Resolute:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like, maybe a little _too_ optimistic?
conversations.prefix: Optimistic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You make things grow. Well, you try anyway, but the land is a little hostile at times.
conversations.prefix: Farmer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: To be fair people are legit out to get you.
conversations.prefix: Paranoid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your first shot at life didn't go so well. This time you'll make it work.
conversations.prefix: A new start:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The moving of a plant from one location to another. During and after this process, the plant may be more vulnerable to pests and diseases, and require additional attention.
conversations.prefix: Transplantation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you choose the Explorer perk, every location in the world is revealed on your map. So get out there and explore!
  
  Penny spent plenty of time exploring in the tunnels of her hospital. These tunnels are not unlike those.
conversations.prefix: Explorer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Well, perhaps not, but something is really not right.
conversations.prefix: Root Rot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like, that is basically the only explanation for this so. Unless... no, nope, definitely just suicidal.
conversations.prefix: Death wish:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's a cruel wasteland, and everyone is out for themselves--or doomed to die broken and naive.
conversations.prefix: A Fool Grows Wise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's more than the smile. It's just *you*.
conversations.prefix: Likable:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've done some shit in your time that's bound to come back to bite you.
conversations.prefix: Past sins:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a strange appeal to kids, and in turn you seem to get on pretty well with them.
conversations.prefix: Suffer little children:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Pioneer species are hardy species which are the first to colonize previously disrupted or damaged ecosystems, beginning a chain of ecological succession that ultimately leads to a more biodiverse steady-state ecosystem.
conversations.prefix: All Here Are Pioneers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You tend to speak your mind, no matter how callous or brutal or cruel it sounds.
conversations.prefix: It's a Sin to Tell a Lie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In the wastes, sometimes there’s nothing for it but to accept that you’re gonna have to inflict copious amounts of violence on someone or something else.
  
  &nbsp;
  
  But be honest. Part of you enjoys it. Maybe not even be the part turning into a monster.
  
conversations.prefix: A Lovely Way to Spend an Evening:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Alert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The obvious one to send into danger, but maybe not the best choice.
conversations.prefix: Pest Control:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Waaat?
conversations.prefix: Okay you're an idiot:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You aren't given to sympathy, charity, or understanding. Not that you'll tell anyone, anyway. 
  
  If someone won't take care of their damn self, let the wasteland swallow them.
conversations.prefix: To Each His Own:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When it comes to growing things, you da man.
  
  Or robot. 
  
  Whatever.
  
  But you're always eager to learn more.
conversations.prefix: Intensive Cropping:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your knowledge of agriculture is key to your very identity. But how can you keep up to date when everything keeps *mutating*?
conversations.prefix: Seeds of Change:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are born of a family that can trace its lineage back to the vaults. You are a graduate of Mullins, Sc Military institute. You are ordained as a squire to the holy order of Heralds who mercifully precede the armies of the confederacy to minimize collateral damage.
  
  In other words you are an idealistic dilettante with all the pretensions of an aristocratic prodigal justified by a sense of holy dispensation.
conversations.prefix: Squire :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your overall mission with the Heralds, though ostensibly merciful, is to leverage the Raygun Gothic churche's resources to destabilize local economies and governments in the line of march for Jefferson's Confederate Army.
  
  While the senior knights negotiate regional  economic terms their Squires prowl the local markets undermining and exploiting the systems there with keen abandon. 
  
  What better opportunity to do some personal trophy hunting and belt notching.
conversations.prefix: War Profiteer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: What doesn't kill them, saves them for you.
conversations.prefix: Bounty Hunter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Buster is sure he is being discreet in his following of the robot and its companions. 
conversations.prefix: Not as sneak:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "And then there suddenly appeared before me
  The only one my arms would hold
  I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"
  And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold" 
conversations.prefix: Blue Moon :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is what the Heralds are for, after all, isn’t it? Tell Libbie and her companions all about Jefferson’s Glorious Confederacy!
conversations.prefix: [Buster] Elucidate:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The General Assembly is panicking. They won’t go down without a fight, but right now there’s no way they’ll win a fight...alone, anyway. They need allies, and they need them fast.
conversations.prefix: Rally:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: And here Buster’s personal ambitions and his duty come at odds. While the Heralds still have free reign to stick around, it’s clear Libbie and her retinue are off to pursue resistance, not compliance. Maybe there’s still a way to spin this to your advantage?
conversations.prefix: [Buster] Crisis of Faith?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Hokies have noticed that there’s trouble in Richmond, but they presently believe it’s not their problem. Convince them otherwise.
conversations.prefix: Ut Prosim:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Okay, it’s not paradise--not even close--unless you’re an absolute fiend for computer parts, servos, gizmos, broken gadgets, and technobabble theorizing. It’s basically a scrapyard with a community of resource-starved enthusiasts nested in it. 
  
  To most of the Old Dominion, the folk of Malvern Gardens are ‘eccentric’ to the point of *weird*, a bit arrogant, and paranoid.
  
conversations.prefix: Garden of Eden:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Buster’s prized possession, a rare Red Ryder BB Gun, but it isn’t quite working right. Seems like it needs some repairs and parts to get into proper working order.
conversations.prefix: You’ll Shoot Your Eye Out:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A holotape, a tunnel, and a vampire. There’s something more to this story, and one day, you’ll find out what it is.
conversations.prefix: If You Have To Hurt Someone:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your home and origin, Vault 79. Why did your people leave? What did you leave behind? What happened there? 
conversations.prefix: Seventy-Nine Reasons:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Donna and young Jimmy, the inheritors of the farm, have long been missing. You need to find them, but are you any closer than when you started? Is that truly a problem?
conversations.prefix: Family Tree:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There’s always something dangerous out in the wasteland: roaming raiders (the 95ers weren’t the only game in town, after all), mutated beasts, patches of 
  
  radiation, mad pre-war robots, and the deteriorating landscape itself. How do you navigate these?
conversations.prefix: Hazards:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not everything out here means to kill you. You discover sign of survivors--either vault dwellers or refugees from Petersburg or otherwise--who 
  
  are not hostile. Can you coax them back to the Old Dominion, and to safety?
conversations.prefix: Chance Encounter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Every now and then, there’s a rare treasure scattered out in the wastes. You think you spot one…
conversations.prefix: Something Cool:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: So how *did* Vault 79’s residents seal it up? Just the big door, or security systems, too? Traps? Or is some more sinister part of the experiment to blame for its unusual security?
  
conversations.prefix: [Libbie] Securing the Homefront:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They’re hostile, and they’re in the way. How will you deal with them--or circumvent them?
conversations.prefix: Confederates:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Hard to say whether it went online automatically, or someone turned it on as they left. Whatever the case, this Vault has teeth. Turrets swivel to blast our intrepid delvers as they go deeper, made all the more frustrating in the darkness.
conversations.prefix: [Not-Libbies] Vault 79 Security:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They’re tougher, smarter, and on alert--and you need to overcome them somehow.
conversations.prefix: [Libbie] Moar Confederates:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The turrets are helping, but those Confederates will deal with them soon. Maybe you can seize this opportunity to take them out while they’re overwhelmed.
conversations.prefix: [Buster, Hayseed] Trouble Ahead:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Libbie has a shot at getting away, but just the one dubious ally nearby to help. Better than nothing, though, right? Right?
conversations.prefix: [Libbie, Caliban] Double Behind:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Welcome home! Detail what the inside of the vault is like, the memories it brings up, and perhaps new discoveries…
  
conversations.prefix: [Libbie] Inside Vault 79:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With Libbie guiding, explore the darkness of Vault 79 and find some useful stuff!
conversations.prefix: Explore the Vault:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whatever these dwellers created, it wants out, and it’s *not* compatible with humans. Destroy it, at least enough to close the door.
conversations.prefix: [Hayseed] Trim Back the Weeds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A brief lull in the mission is a chance to take care of other concerns that matter to you.
  
conversations.prefix: Some 'Me' Time:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Time to pick up some supplies--or whatever. Check out what’s on the market and see what you can barter for. They say Carytown has just about everything.
conversations.prefix: Barter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While you’re in town, maybe you can help the Old Dominion with its defenses somehow.
conversations.prefix: Help the War Effort:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fairchild said some wastelanders had that info about the ruins of Charlottesville. Maybe they know more? Rumor has it they went to the Fan District; head there to find out!
conversations.prefix: Gather Intel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: For the sort of situation that requires a truly excessive amount of firepower.
  
  Enough ammo for one engagement.
conversations.prefix: Minigun:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For those occasions when mere sneakiness isn't enough, a stealth boy renders you nearly invisible--for a time.
  
  The list of side effects for prolonged use of stealth boys is... extensive.
conversations.prefix: Whispering Grass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It’s clear that machines have been systematically stripping Charlottesville clean of good scrap. Can you find their source?
conversations.prefix: Robots in the Wreckage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’re not the only ones eyeing Charlottesville. It looks like a small band of scavengers are poking around, looking for valuables. Encounters in the waste are always a roll of the dice. Are they friendly or hostile? Do you approach or steer clear?
conversations.prefix: Scavengers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Robots, Scavengers… but there’s something else weird about this area. Where are all the creatures?
conversations.prefix: Signs of a Stalker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A smaller city, but still sufficiently urban. Picked clean of salvage and devoid of most wildlife.
  
  Most. 
conversations.prefix: Charlottesville Ruins:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Distressingly quiet, difficult to see in the light, and apparently pretty hungry. It’s after you.
conversations.prefix: Day Stalker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve found what you came here for, and it’s behind this door--and beyond all. this. firepower. Looks like they’re expecting trouble, and they think you’re it. Will you be blasting your way out of this, or talking your way out?
conversations.prefix: Door Sentry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While you wait for the Senate to determine what to do--and it could be a while--it looks like you just have to relax...and not cause any trouble. Easy, right?
conversations.prefix: Relax:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of you in particular could really use some advanced medical services. Maybe you can convince the robots that your need is great enough?
conversations.prefix: Auto-what?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You take the opportunity to look around and gather some information about the Senate. Are they really what they claim?
conversations.prefix: Insight:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They’ve been along for the ride, and they heard your pitch. Maybe you ought to convince them, too.
conversations.prefix: A Convincing Argument:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Senate’s high-tech secret fortress vault appears to be in need of the most basic of tech support. Get to the mainframe and reboot it. Simple, right? Unfortunately, this part of the complex has fallen into disrepair and is full of environmental dangers: malfunctioning doors, radiation leaks, exposed power conduits...
  
conversations.prefix: Have You Tried Turning It Off And On Again?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The security subsystem is offline! You need to figure out how it got powered down and fix it--that’ll go a long way to helping the Senate in the long-term, and you in the short-term.
conversations.prefix: The Big Guns:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It’s baaack. Turns out, the creature’s lair was right here the whole time, and you just walked into it.
  
conversations.prefix: Day Stalker :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Well, this isn’t what you expected out of a repair job, but it does afford some new experiences. What do you make of being flesh and blood?
conversations.prefix: [Hayseed] Man-Machine Interface:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Contrary to how you appear, you don't hate everything. You don't want to burn it all down around you and make everyone suffer for your lot in life. Once, you even believed in a better world. 
  
  That died in the Tempest, but maybe there's still something worth saving.
conversations.prefix: I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: WWJD?
conversations.prefix: Moral Compass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The term Post-concussion syndrome as it is referred to in the D C Journal of Medicine has been used to describe the range of residual symptoms that persist after the injury. Although minor head injuries are generally considered benign, a significant number of people report persistent symptoms for years after injury despite a lack of evidence of brain abnormalities The core deficits of post-concussion syndrome overlap with those of... In addition, sufferers often report memory and socialisation problems, frequent headaches and personality changes.
conversations.prefix: Post-concussion syndrome:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The three units brought to the Old Dominion by the Heralds are all Mark II, T-45's. Two are variant A's and Sir Jackson's Command module is a variant B. The Variant B compensates for the T-45's primary flaw (Blind spots to the aft) with a supped up sensor suite. All three units have EMP hardened, VATS overlay in their visor HUDs and database capabilities mimicking much of the functionality of a pip boy.
  As one of the squires that did the regular maintenance on these particular units Buster knows general & specific exploits that may be of interest to engineers. For instance the command unit needs a new Cogswell Sprocket in the... 
conversations.prefix: Herald's Power Armor Specs :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perhaps your silver tongue isn't *entirely* intact, but you're still good at talking your way through, around, beyond, or out of a situation. When you care to.
conversations.prefix: I Could Make You Care:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So you're developing consciousness, eh? Will this be a successful development, an evolutionary blind alley, or a dangerous mutation that humans will want to eradicate?
conversations.prefix: Mutagenesis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The wasteland is your home. It might look unrelenting--and it is--but you know its beauty, and you know what can be harvested, cooked, killed, skinned, found, and so on. 
conversations.prefix: I'm Heading Back to Paradise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have a way about you that disarms suspicions, allays fears and flatters  inoffensively. Using these gifts its not hard to build trust, nurture relationships and steer conversation towards selfish ends. 
conversations.prefix: Gift for Gab. :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A really irritating neighbor requires a dramatic deterrent. Say, a Nuka-Grenade.
  
  Cobbled together from household chemicals, Nuka-Cola, and a bit of Strontium-90, it sends an especially powerful "Fuck Off."
conversations.prefix: Keep Away From My Doorstep:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  As a squire to a Herald Knight one of Buster's primary duties was to maintain a set of power armor with what cap could be gleaned from the piedmont wasteland.
  
  Buster was damn good at it. 
  
  These mils spec turrets were run with a system that was a bastard child of  V.A.T.S. targeting systems he had maintained in the past.
conversations.prefix: A knack with the Mil Spec :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Despite Caliban's common sense assessment and Libbie's confession of “Mrs Galloway’s little flower-house” you are focused to an unwarranted degree on the possibility of finding a G.E.C.K. 
  
  
conversations.prefix: Unduly focused :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With cruel fate waiting on the horizon, who can countenance the collecting of treasures for oneself? What sort of guardian doth a mad monster make?
conversations.prefix: Until The Real Thing Comes Along:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You were weaned on the Gothic Raygun Gospel that preached the birth of a reclamation nation. You were a favored son of a decadent aristocracy that was convinced of its duty to save the wasteland from itself. Now that has all gone with the wind.
  
  Jefferson's glorious confederation and the holy reconstruction he swore to follow has been shown to be little more than a spreading blight of petty carpet-bagging.
  
  Even if the holy G.E.C.K,  Lilly Bell's hand in marriage, and the reimagining of the Old Dominion as a new Holiday plantation is out of your reach there is much a well bred person can do here.
conversations.prefix: Slumming with the Resistance :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There is a curious culture to you, and a surprising wealth of preserved pre-war grace. You were given the stories and literature to conjure the magic of an era gone by. In some small way, it lives through you.
conversations.prefix: The Way It Used To Be:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Buster is sure he is being inconspicuous in his following of the handy carrying the bio hazard material.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Not a sneak.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *Now does my project gather to a head. 
  My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time 
  Goes upright with his carriage.*
conversations.prefix: This Is Worth Fighting For:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The tunnel under Old Dominion is a viable way to get out and in without going through the Confederate siege--*if* you can navigate the other dangers there.
conversations.prefix: Sneaking Out :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Infiltrate the 95er camp so you can get to their leaders before they advance on the Old Dminion.
conversations.prefix: I, 95:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Caliban stands ready to hold the invaders who’ve pursued them into the tunnel. But can he? And what of the vampire?
conversations.prefix: Right Behind You Baby:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Old Dominion’s tobacco plants and warehouses sit vulnerably near the river, where a detachment of Jefferson’s army moves to ford the river and strike. Even if the defenders prevail, such a blow could deeply harm the inhabitants for years to come.
conversations.prefix: I’ll Cover the Waterfront:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In some places, the Old Dominion’s defenders have merely been able to embed stakes and spikes to deter invasion. This helps, but is it enough?
conversations.prefix: Jumpin’ At the Woodside:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jefferson’s final charge is coming. You must repel it, or all is lost.
conversations.prefix: Sic Semper Tyrannis:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're well-positioned to make a new home here in the Old Dominion, and help those like you. Will you stay and help cement the Union?
conversations.prefix: [Caliban] All the World's a Stage:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The survivors of Vault 79 are here, and they're looking to you for leadership.
conversations.prefix: [Libbie] Overlooked:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The damage is extensive, but not irreparable. The limiter can be repaired, too. But should it?
conversations.prefix: [Hayseed] New Algorithms:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One last goodbye.
conversations.prefix: Lonesome Roads:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Buster had been stuffing his postman's satchel for some time. He always thought the  odd collection of stuff would come in handy one day. Who knew it'd literally save his hide?
conversations.prefix: Too much stuff.  :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: And this time it's even worked out well. Probably.
conversations.prefix: Unintentional Incendiary:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are born of a family that can trace its lineage back to the vaults. You are a graduate of Mullins, Sc Military institute. You are ordained as a squire to the holy order of Heralds who mercifully precede the armies of the confederacy to minimize collateral damage.
  
  Assuming we get an audience with the raider king, Jackpot should recall Sir Jackson's young squire. 
conversations.prefix: My dear Squire. :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Is consciousness really all it's cracked up to be? Why does it feel so uncomfortable so much of the time?
conversations.prefix: Heartaches By The Number:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In the last fifty years or so, caps have become a common form of currency. 
  
  They do, however, still make pretty good shrapnel.
conversations.prefix: With Plenty of Money and You:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Who cares for what *you* want to see?
conversations.prefix: The More They Stay the Same:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're done leading others.
conversations.prefix: I'll Get By:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A place to grow plants and decide your future.  A place to stay on your own terms, at least for now.
conversations.prefix: Dear Hearts and Gentle People: