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I'm thinking to myself, this is it. Now I can die. I can wind up as a pile of deathclaw shit in the middle of the desert. But no... fate had yet another cruel card to play against me.

Dave is an inhabitant of Vault 13 in 2241.

Background[]

Dave is an old, grumpy man in his sixties with a weathered face. With the nickname "Mr. Depression," Dave describes the misfortunes he has experienced in his life, including how he came to live in Vault 13.[1]

Deathclaws found him dehydrated in the wastes after his brahmin died, suffering from aches and pains, headache, loose bowels, and rash. The deathclaws gave him water, brought him to Vault 13, cleaned him up, and have provided for him ever since. Dave is convinced the deathclaws are taking care of him only to eat him, and now refuses medication offered to him, despite it making him feel better, calling it a "mind control pill."[2] Dave's timeline includes the following events:

Age Event
Birth Born two months premature
1 Dropped on porch
2 Pneumonia
3 Chicken pox
4 Broke six ribs after falling down stairs
5 Uncle decapitated by watermelon
6 Hit in the head with shovel by his parents
7 Right index finger lost to pet rat
8 Pet dog Spike hit by a tractor
9 Mother loses arm to rabid brahmin
10 Sister torn apart by pack of dogs
11 Grandfather committed suicide due to his ugliness
12 Grandmother committed suicide due to his ugliness
13 Father poked out eyes with pitchfork in drunken stupor
14 Brother lost hand to wallaby
15 Aunt choked to death on chicken bone
16 Lost cousin to badger
17 Amputated left big toe with hoe
18 Father lost right leg to tractor
22 Fungus renders him impotent

Interactions with the player character[]

Interactions overview[]

Interactions
38 Paradigm of Humanity
This character has no special interactions.

Inventory[]

Apparel Weapon Other items
Loser outfit

Appearances[]

Dave appears only in Fallout 2.

References[]

  1. Dave's character description: "{100}{}{You see a sad, older man.}"
    "{101}{}{You see Dave, 'Mr. Depression.'}"
    "{102}{}{You see a grumpy, older man in his early sixties. He has a weathered face and looks as if he has had his fair share of abuse.}"
    (Dave's dialogue)
  2. The Chosen One: "I'm truly sorry that you've had so much pain in your life. Hopefully things have gotten better?"
    Dave: "Well, there I was, traveling through the desert, when suddenly my brahmin falls over dead. About then I realized I was low on water and hadn't had a drink in quite a while. Later, my bones began to ache, my head started to hurt, my bowels became loose, and I got this rash that just wouldn't go away. It was time to sit down and die. Well, there I was sitting in the desert, waiting for the world to swallow my miserable existence, when a pack of deathclaws shows up. Well, I'm thinking to myself, this is it. Now I can die. I can wind up as a pile of deathclaw shit in the middle of the desert. But no... fate had yet another cruel card to play against me. You see, the deathclaws didn't kill me. Instead they gave me water, brought me here, gave me this room, gave me food, cleaned me up, and now they won't let me leave. I know they're fattening me up for some unknown, horrible fate. I keep telling them that I would probably taste better if I was leaner, but it does no good. They just smile -- if you can call it that -- and pat me on the head and say 'Don't worry, human, things will get better.' Ha! We both know what that means. Anyway, to make matters worse, then they started giving me some sort of medication. It was making me gassy, so I stopped taking it -- and it's a good thing I did. I think it was some sort of 'mind control' pill, because I started to feel like things weren't actually as bad as I thought! Anyway, that's about it. I'm just waiting for the dinner bell to chime, so that they can feast on my bloated body."
    (Dave's dialogue)
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