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Drink coffee - do stupid things faster with more energy!

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Character Nitpicker of the Wastes Biography race: Human(ish) affiliation: Lord Spoonfield role: Comedic Situational Adviser Questhead location: Spoonfield Manor family: Father: Comber of the Wastes Mother: Puctuation Correcter of the Wastes Gameplay missions: Holy Bacon! Experiment 'Accident' The Brothers Spoonfield The M60 The final piece To kill a Werewolf For Queen and Country Statistics SPECIAL: 4 8 4 10 8 5 6 traits: Meticulous Technical

Character Meryl Biography race: Human affiliation: Nitpicker role: Loveable Robot Girlfriend location: Spoonfield Manor Gameplay missions: To kill a Werewolf For Queen and Country Statistics SPECIAL: 3 8 4 10 9 4 7 traits: Meticulous Technical

Nitpicker of the Wastes

An enigmatic fellow, he has quested long and hard for... well... eh, screw it. I spend enough time here as it is. My mission concerns lots of commas, probably some semi-colons; making the place more presentable. Currently serving as Comedic Situational Advisor to Lord Spoonfield III, the rightful ruler of the former Kingdom of Great Britain.

I got a badge and you didn't!

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Fallout: New Vegas theme

Super Energy Apocalypse!

I really miss ice cream,
Cold beer, and Mountain Dew,
I also miss road trips,
And central air was nice too.
Now, the charred-out landscape's all around,
And zombies stole our cars.
They've got a taste for nuclear waste,
And they ate my best friend Lars.
Now the turbine blades spin in the breeze
Reminding me of shady trees.
Our trucks drain food until they stall,
Because they run on Ethanol!
So we scan the screen for radar blips,
There's hostiles out at thirty clicks!
We're running low on ammo clips
...in the Super Energy Apocalypse!

Remember new Houston!
And new Thermopylae!
New Texas shines like the old one!
Just with more weaponry!
Now the oil derrick's running low,
And the Telsa coil it charges slow
It seems there's no place left to go,
As the daylight slowly fades.
So I built a solar voltaic cell,
But at night it doesn't work that well,
Who will save me from this living hell?
Which Nature's wrath has made?
So we cranked our floodlights to the max,
While zombies dined on garbage sacks,
I really hope we'll come to grips
...with the Super Energy Apocalypse!

Fluorescent bulbs save energy,
If you don't mind the mercury.
We recycle
All of our debris,
To stem the tide of the decay!
We build our windows facing north
To save us from the Xenomorph!
Our engineers all venture forth
That we might live another day,
Then the zombies sang a catchy song,
It went:"Trash, Trash, Trash, Trash, Yum, Yum, Yum!"
Then we fried them with our flame turrets
...in the Super Energy Apocalypse!