Just finished a twelve-hour shift patching up people who thought a Radroach bite was 'just a scratch.' My hands are steady, my coffee is cold, and my soul feels roughly as irradiated as a spent fusion core.
Is it just me, or does everyone in the wasteland suddenly forget that basic hygiene is a thing? Or am I just becoming a cynical old man before my time? Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks we're regressing faster than a malfunctioning Protectron.