Settler 18

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Hey, got any work? I could use the fresh air.

Work for me
Right on. I’ll get on it, soon as I finish this smoke.

Idles

Yo!

How’s it hanging?

What’s good?

Take it easy, my man.

Take it easy, sister.

I’m a fan of life. It’s got all the entertainment you’ll ever need.

The man who invented salisbury steak was smart. The man who put in a box? That dude’s a genius.

You don’t wanna go through life running in circles. You can either revolve, or evolve, you know?

Life is a sentence, full of semicolons and commas. You gotta do your best to get a word in before the period.

Out there, every day’s a knife fight. You gotta know when to cut, and when to run.

Fear’s a good thing. Keeps you from doing something stupid. It’s just every now and then, you gotta shut off your brain and let the dumb take over.

People got an appetite for money. But like any good meal, you eat too much, and you’ll feel sick to your stomach about all the wrong you’ve done.

Living on a settlement’s nice. Don’t get me wrong, I like the city. I like lights, I like electricity. But sometimes the lights in the sky are just as bright.

Watch people you admire. I always say the best advice can’t be spoken.

You got a lot of storytellers around here. Everyone trying to outdo the other. I bet yours takes the cake though.

Everything’s a puzzle, whether it’s growing a crop or saving the world. Just got to piece it together.

Just about the dumbest thing you can do is lie. Because the truth will come out sooner or later.

I like talking to myself. Problem is, I’m not the best listener.

The other thing about talking to yourself is, you might not always like the answers.

A good idea is worth nothing to a lazy man.

I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you what not to do, and that’s overextend yourself. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

I do my fair share of drugs. Whiskey, chems, you name it. It’s a good time, every time.

They say you gotta work if you wanna achieve happiness. Well, sounds like something a sober person would say.

When I die, I wanna be reincarnated as a fish. There’s another world out there, and I’d like to see it.

Almost the whole planet is covered in water. This land we’ve been fighting for? Just salt dust on a potato chip.

(Pronunciation note: Mirelurk rhymes with tire-lurk)
My spirit animal is probably a mirelurk. Wants to live out in the ocean, can’t help but crawl back on land.

Must be tough being famous. There’s you, there’s what people think you are, and then there’s reality sort of caught in between.

I feel like people are reborn every few years. That’s why I can’t talk bad about the old me, because it’s not my place to criticize someone else.

Shot of whiskey will keep you singing dixie.

Diamond City has its vibe, Goodneighbor has one too. Makes me wonder if your settlements come with a theme. Couldn’t hurt.

I don’t get Super Mutants. Those dudes just harsh my mellow.

Ferals are like if you took the worst part of people, and multiplied it by a thousand. That crazy look in their eyes? I’ve seen it in more than a few humans.

Everyone in life is a teacher, whether they know it or not. I learn stuff just by being around people.

I don’t really ascribe to one religion. I’ve studied some Hinduism, some Buddhism, and even bits of the Bible. You take what you need.

Your aura’s hard to read. With these other cats I can see what they are, plain as day. But you’re like a wild card in the deck. You can be just about anything you put your mind to.

Everybody’s got an arcana. Some are lovers, others are fools. But if you know your own card, you might be able to shuffle the deck.

Mysticism’s just another science as far as I’m concerned. It’s just the black sheep of the family.

In the old days, people used to dabble in alchemy, witchcraft, stuff that’ll blow your mind if you saw it today. Somewhere along the line we lost that. But believe me, it’s real.

The old native american tribes had it right. They lived by the golden rule. Difference is, they applied it to Mother Nature too.

Everyone’s got their own way of speaking. Let’s just hope none of it gets lost in translation.

Do that voodoo that you do.

Stay mellow.

My brother from another mother.

My sister from another mister.