Part 13: Seedy Dealings and Brains, Brains, Brains
Seedy Dealings and Brains, Brains, Brains
Welp, back to sort of exploring and getting after that seed, I guess.
Ooh, might that be a shop?
So it is! Supplies for caps and caps for supplies. Do I even need to tell you about my shopping anymore at this point?
The place is rather poorly lit, which works just fine for me.
Flush with ammo, I head west once more.
I gotta remember to pick fruit for that gal's homebrewed medibooze or whatever it is.
Finding the fruit's kind of a non-issue, though. Plenty of delicious spillover, so that's fine by me!
I'm getting a bit better at taking down the freaks, too. They're crack shots, so if I just aim for their weapon at the right angle like so...
Physics!
And from there, pew pew what with the gruesome death and all that.
Wait...is that...?
It is! A
I am going to eat so many of you.
There we go. This looks sufficiently sacred trial-y.
The fancy door leads through a tunnel...
...which leads to a swamp crawling with Mirelurks. That just leaves me the one option.
BAD Mirelurk.
I think I can see the Mother Punga herself now.
Just grab these seeds here and be on my merry way!
Pff, what're you trying to pull, fruit? Don't you know I'm immune to
...oh, right. Human.
Huh. Pretty blue around here.
Oh hey, it's my brainy statue! What're you doin' all the way out here, buddy?
Hey, come on.
Damn thing's rooted to the ground anyway. Oh hey, it's my muscle statue!
No such thing! Carry on, muscle statue!
Onward! What's up, hardy statue?
Story of my life! Keep on keepin' on, hardy statue!
The hell?
THAT can't be right.
Cripes!
You shut your face, statue.
Well, at least I can get some cola!
Tiber fuckin' Septim! I'm gettin' outta here!
ARGH WHAT THIS IS SO OUTRAGEOUS.
I think I just sew a ghost. Wait no
Well, whatever. Doesn't look malevolent. Dutiful little apparition, but not evil.
Birthday party, only with a rotting skeleton. YEAH, SWAMP. I'M ON TO YOU.
Oh look, rotting corpses. That might bother me if I wasn't a serial burglar-murderer.
Am I supposed to know this guy or is he just some mysterious grifty dude that represents evil and maybe destiny? I'm gonna go with the latter.
Mr. Burke?
Gee, that Megaton bomb is bigger than I
REMEMBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Somehow, I made it back to the compound. My head's throbbing like a motherfucker.
That Jimmy-John guy let me in. That's good, I guess.
He said a buncha churchy-worship stuff and welcomed me into his tribe. All I could think about was fruit, though.
BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD.
I guess I must've accidentally muttered something about his pope, because he told me the dude was spending all his time in some secret clubhouse.
This gal was inside. I mean, a bunch of fruit, but this gal too. She seems real smart!
Wait, my brain? Surely I misheard her.
Ooh, she knows where the pope's clubhouse is at. Neat!
And...huh. I guess she's off to do detective stuff now. She says she'll meet me at the docks sometime.
Hmmmmm.
I should maybe ask Desmond what to do.
Desmond yelled at me. But he's right.
I need to go to that cave-boat-cave.
Silly Mirelurks. They should know not to attack me.
Is...the pope talking to someone? I just see a weird light.
The light sounds cranky, but also smart! Apparently Desmond is jamming him. That sounds like Desmond all right.
Oh, weird. The light is some kinda...thingy. The pope let me talk to him. I don't remember the details, but I think it was something like this.
I'M THE GHOST OF A BRAIN OR SOME SHIT, DESMOND IS JAMMING ME AND THAT'S BAD FOR EVERYONE
Oh, okay
Desmond will know what to do!
Wow, now Desmond's getting...crankier.
I guess he did the ghost brain thing to Professor Ghost Brain?
And...he wants me to do the thing to the Wheel of Worlds so I can SUPERjam the brain? Because, uh...the brain...might be bad guys?
That's a lot to think about. I should go for a walk.
I JUST LEARNED MACHINES SO HARD YOU GUYS.
WATER. IS. DELICIOUS.
Lady, I'm gonna fix the shit out of your chemistry set.
GOOD. I BROUGHT ALL OF THEM.
I can wait!
Woo!
Gonna save this for a party!
Oh. Oh hey. I need to go see the smart girl.
For the last time, lady, MY BRAIN IS PERFECTLY FINE. You didn't have to go tie up any boat captains about it.
Now lemme go sort out this whole thingy.
HOLY FUCK YOU DID TAKE MY BRAIN PARTS.
PLEASE DIE, PLEASE.
I think this is the right one...
Now, let's see here. A little bit of medibooze, fancy cup...
Down the hatch!
Dear god, I can't believe that worked. Where doesn't my stomach lead to? Anyway, I suppose I should see about that jammer.
Oh hey. What do you want? Coming to gum up my work, are we? Hey, I didn't say I was with that guy. I just wanted to make sure I had both sides of the story before doing anything rash. Well...I have a better idea...how about instead of playing his game, you destroy that nasty little device? Deposit it in the nearby trash compactor and we will never have to worry about it again. I assure you that the gratitude of Professor Calvert is worth a great deal more than a washed-up old limey. Hmm. Internet, should I support this mysterious disembodied brain who may be responsible for punga fruit? Or should I err on the side of caution and stick with Desmond? I mean, the brain might turn out to be evil. So could Desmond. The choice is yours! Vote's on, people! Wait what