The Grandfather of the Reunion

Act 1-5

The demons of Former Australia

Starting first memory playback with: Diary entry of certain day

{July 10th}

Yesterday, I knew a lot more from these guys than I should, and I mean that as a good thing. Apparently the fact they were a company, by their logic "Which was the size of a battalion", and overtime they devolved into a platoon saddens me. Now it makes sense why Simone decided to stay isolated.

There was a civil war between two Zcoms in New Washington? I doubt they could last long in the environment of Terra, but the folks here are as equal of strength to whatever contingent detached from them. Maybe I could reunite them? I don't know, and I'm not sure if they would be as pragmatic and giving like the folks here.

Enough about Zcom—Everything is working like clockwork in Fort Temperance. We grow food daily thanks to our many farms, our defences are tight, and thanks to Judith, her guns she brought came pretty handy...for trade, as stated by Marvis.

Oh yeah, speaking of Judith, apparently...she's not a cautus... I thought her ears were ripped off, but no, she's not a cautus. I can't believe we haven't noticed that until now... Okay, I admit, only I didn't noticed that until now. Turns out she was faking it to save her reputation, because in New Seattle, natives are more revered than Americans...and she was apparently adopted by a large cautus family, but I do wonder how they got the ears and tail from... Kinky stores don't make these anymore.

Well, we don't exactly care if she's a cautus or not, she's a part of our group, and it should remain that way. So Alex wouldn't be so upset with me now.

For some reason I felt a great disturbance in the force. Like another cautus is silently celebrating inside her room after that discovery.

You may be wondering why I'm writing this segment now, well, I was obligated to have a mandatory father and son moment with Mephisto after my second break. It kinda distracted me from making an entry, but...all for my darling little boy, I suppose.

Speaking of my darling little boy, he's joining me at guard duty at the north wall, he's having fun with aiming Hamish and sometimes taking pot shots of those ghouls that somehow showed up consistently after we acknowledged its existence.

Perhaps I should enlighten Eno about that. My life is full of mysteries.

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Continuing playback with: Memory event recreation

[Hosea stops writing, and looks to his right to see his boy trying to impress him by pretending to aim and shoot at stuff. He doesn't need to do that, he's already amusing him, but Hosea doesn't want to ruin the boy's spirit. After watching him making gun noises and destroying his shoulder by faking a recoil, Hosea pockets his book, and teaches him the proper stance.]

Hosea: "Eno, look at me."

*Eno looks at Hosea attentively, open to what he has to offer him. Hosea slings his shotgun over his shoulder, and proceeds to do the following.*

Hosea: "Spread your feet apart. Your lead foot must be forward in a 1 o'clock angle, while your rear foot is in a 2 o'clock angle. Your hands must also be adjacent to your foot stance. The hand controlling the trigger would be adjacent to the rear foot, and the hand that...controls the barrel guard would be adjacent to your lead foot."