War.

Hey, so that whole business with the superpowers was rather fun, but I think just as good is that I remembered something again! Turns out I've been good at fixing stuff in the Vault pretty much all my life. Man, the look on their faces when I actually fixed that old jukebox of theirs. It really wasn't that badly trashed, but they left it for thirty years, so hey. I remember Stanley's face when he found out I actually fixed it. I think he went back to look at my G.O.A.T. scores to see if I wasn't supposed to be in the shop with him.

And hey, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but either I'm fixing this Pip-Boy in my sleep or it's remembering things too. The old map that always used to be junk data is now an actual landscape, although there's nothing marked on it. I guess that was the area around home?

...hey, what's this? A Note from Dad?

[And as she listens, her smile turns into one of disbelief; disbelief darkens into anger as the note begins to jog her memories.]

They lied. They lied to me. All of us! It wasn't a total nuclear crater! They knew it was habitable out there! They regularly sent people out as emissaries! I saw the Overseer's own goddamn reports, and everybody pretended that door was fucking closed for two hundred years! And before I knew that, those bastards were ready to kill me. Dad left the Vault, they killed Jonas for information, and I would've been dead if I stuck around. They shot at me on sight. I... I had to kill them. They would have killed me. Self-defense.

I swear to God, if I ever get back home, I am going back to 101 and finishing the fucking job.

((2% spent on her repair aptitude and her forced escape from Vault 101. 3% total, 0% remaining.))

So after talking with others, looks like I'm going to be here for a while. Room 205's looking to be my new home from here on out. Fun. Found this journal on the table next to it, figure I might as well pass the time writing.

Wish I had a damn clue what's going on. Nobody thinks being outside is anything to worry about. People are talking about exorcising ghosts and coming back from the dead and magical islands kidnapping people and stealing their memories like they were going to the cafeteria to pick up food. We've gone past the point of creepiness and well into the realm of disturbing here.

( [Still public, as she hasn't learned about filters, just tl;dr] )