In a corner of the bar, asleep on a couch was Albert C. Breach. Once, he was a hero. The New Californian Republic (NCR) were under his command at the second battle of Hoover Dam. There, the final battle between the NCR & Caesar's Legion took place. Eventually, the Legion were defeated and they were eradicated from the Mojave Wasteland. Albert was given an medal for his part in defending Hoover Dam from the Legion.
However, peace wasn't to last. A new threat had emerged from the darkest corners of the Mojave. The Radio's & Business Roaches. They overran the Mojave. Not only were the NCR forced to retreat from the Mojave, but many people close to Albert were killed or declared MIA. The missing included his wife Janet, his son & daughter Aj & Sizzler, his friends Steven Radroach, Mister Cuddlesworth the Deathclaw, Jerry McGhoulBerry the Ghoul and Captain James Ballarms the Securitron. Albert remembered the day that the Mojave went to shit.
But he was lucky to have even survived. He was teleported to the year 2287, where he learned that he was still in the Mojave. But he knew that was a lie as that was his clone Crier Breach. And Crier Breach was aligned with the Radio's & Business Roaches in the Mojave. And then he woke up.
Falling off the couch woke Albert up. He had teleported back to a universe where the Great War never occurred. His mind was hazy as he tried to drink to forget his dark past. But he knew that the past won't go away. He searched his pockets for a GooGoo Bar to eat, only to find none.
God damn it. I'm out of GooGoo Bars. Fuck my life.
He said as he got up off the floor. He grabbed his bag of supplies. He knew that he was being hunted by the Radio's & Business Roaches. But that ended today. As he loaded & cocked his gun, Albert knew what time it was.
He got out a camera and started recording.
Day 2166: I've been drifting for far too long. But I'm not running no more. Now the hunt begins. I'll start with you Radio's. So you better say your fucking prayers if you can. Then I'm coming for you Business Roaches. Soon your stock market crap is going to plummet down harder then Santa when he couldn't ride his sleigh as he was too fat. So word of warning: Watch. Your. Fucking. Backs!!
He said as the camera recorded his message. With the recording done, he uploaded the video to TerraTube. The internet was slow & the uploading took long.
Really? This Bar has shittier internet then that Diner.
Albert remarked as he waited for the video to upload.