Prologue

"Hello, Capital Wasteland! It's me, the incredible Three-dog, master of radio waves here in the D.C. area! It's a fine day here in D.C.. Today's date is May seventh, 2302, the sun is shining, the grass we have is green, the purifier is still runnin' like a dream, the frankensteins here are all but extinct, the Enclave is all but gone, and this might be all but the best place to be in the whole world right now! And who do we thank for our beautiful home? Oh, you know who it is, kiddies, It's our dear friend, The Lone Wanderer from Vault 101, that's who! Without him, our friends in the Brotherhood would have never found a way into Vault 87, they never would have stopped the muties from breedin', the Enclave would still have a president, and the citadel, along with GNR, might not have been standing here today."

"Now, twenty-five years ago, what I just said probably would have sounded nuts. Back then, the place was crawlin' with muties, Enclave, and dirty water. Then 101 stopped it all. As a reward, he became a knight in the Brotherhood of Steel, and they even put him in Lyon's Pride, which is the best team of gunslingers you'll ever know! But it doesn't stop there, folks. When the Brotherhood came from the West to try to stop Old Man Lyons from fightin' The Good Fight, 101 hit it out of the park again, when he managed to convince them to only retire Lyons, rather than kill the old guy. I'm still not done though, folks, it get's even better!"

"Now, after all he's done here, some of you gotta be thinking, 'did they ever pay him?' You see, kiddies, they did pay him, but money wasn't a suitable prize for winning The Good Fight. No, he got even more of a reward when he became the leader of The Brotherhood out here, AND managed to marry the beautiful, and deadly, Sarah Lyons! Now what more of a reward for savin' the Capital Wasteland is that? He runs the whole damn place, now, and he gets a wife who could blow a mutie's head off at a hundred yards! 101, if you're listening, I just wanna say you're the best there is, they couldn't have picked a better man, and I wish you, Sarah, and your boys good luck."

"Thanks for listening, children. And remember, when you step out of your home and see the grass on the ground, you think about who's responsible for putting it there. And if you see a knight, or even a paladin, you tell 'em thanks. This is Galaxy News Radio, and we're here for you! Goodbye, children!"

"It's a sad day indeed children. In not gonna sugarcoat it, and I'm not gonna pretend to enjoy saying it. Our dear friend from Vault 101... well, he's... His son, Jason, was killed in action this morning, in a super mutant behemoth attack. His body was recovered by Reilly's Rangers,and his tags were... brought to me. 101, if you don't mind, I'm... I think I wanna hold onto 'em. It's a shame. I held that boy the day he was born, children. He wasn't just a great soldier in the good fight, he was my friend. Let this be a reminder to you all that while this is a great home, we are not invincible. We at GNR aren't sure how the elder and his son, Scott, have been handling it, or if they even know yet. But if I know the elder, then he's listening now. Sorry brother, he was one hell of a kid."

"On the bright side, none of Rielly's Rangers were hurt recovering Jason's body. This is, however, the fourth behemoth attack that's been reported in the last month. Watch out for yourself, children, I got a feeling it's gonna get real bad real soon."

"Good morning, wasteland! Three-dog, here, and do I have a story for you! So, children, do you remember Megaton? That old town build around a bomb? Well I guess a couple of raiders figured they'd attack this peaceful little place, and got more than they could handle for it. Before I start, I just wanna say, there's nothing cooler than a regular guy saving his own town like this. So, here it goes, children."

"So, a big raider party from Springvale decided one day, that they'd all grow a pair and attack Megaton with all they had. At first, it looked like they were gonna win. They had more men, and they cut down that protectron guard pretty easy. But when they got inside the walls, they got their asses handed to 'em! Who's responsible, you ask? For once, the all powerful Three-dog doesn't know! I'm told that with the help of the sheriff, good 'ol Harden Simms, a new lone wanderer managed to single-handedly fight off thirty-seven raiders! I'll say it again, ain't nothin' cooler than that, kiddies!"

"Now for some info on Downtown D.C.. This place is a mess, children. It hasn't been this bad in at least twenty years. In fact, the only reason GNR is still standing is because of the relationship I have with what I call our president, Mister 101. Mutants are everywhere, children, and I mean everywhere. The sewers are full of 'em, the metros are full of 'em, hell, The Mall's got 'em all dug into trenches, just like back in the day. So, I wanna give a friendly warning to our friend Mister Hannibal at the Lincoln Memorial, and to our friends in Underworld, DON'T GO OUTSIDE!"

"All right, news time, children! Lately, I've been getting all kinds of reports of the Brotherhood Outcasts showing up everywhere. From what I understand, they're still led by the famous 'Protector Casdin', and they really aren't friendly. I'm told they've sacked about three villages, and their on their way now to 'apropriate' Oasis from the kind folks there. With them shiwin' up alongside the muties, things have gone from bad to worse, children. Right now, if things don't get better, the good fight is back on, and we'll need our Brotherhood of Steel to fight it."

"Actually, now that I mention it, here's a fellow who could help us win the good fight. Our lone wanderer from Megaton, the guy who fought off all those raiders a few days ago, walked into Megaton this morning. Behind him, five escaped slaves followed. After some research, I found out this kid's name is Sixx, and he just went to Springvale ON HIS OWN, and shot the place up! Now, for a while, the people of Megaton have been tryin' to contact our Brotherhood, tryin' to get 'em to fix the raider problem there. By the time our boys in steel showed up, there wasn't a single living raider left in that place! And even better, the slave pens in the old school there were empty as well. When our Brotherhood spoke to Sheriff Simms about what happened, he told 'em he was gonna annex Springvale! If that's true, children, then soon, Megaton will end up the capital of our capital!"

"Hellooooo, children! Three-dog here, and before we get to the news, I just have a few questions. It's about our friend, Sixx, the lone wanderer from Megaton. Who do you suppose this guy is? You think he's good or evil? What does he do? Who does he hang around? Is he strong, is he smart? Is he a ladies man?"

"What about the guns he uses? Is he a sniper, or a rifleman? Shotgun, or machinegun? How about his clothes, huh? Is he killing raiders in a duster, or coveralls?"

"Now, the news, folks. As if the Brotherhood Outcasts and the mutants weren't bad enough, the world had to bend us over one more time and throw the rotten bastards from Talon Company at us, too. If you see black armor, you kiddies better run, because Talon mercs are ruthless, and won't stop 'till they get what they want. All I have to say to them, is stay away from Megaton, it's more than you can handle. Thanks for listening, children! This is Three-dog, awhooo, and you're listening to Galaxy News Radio! We're here for you, children."