Looking at my map I discover that I'm already closer to the Mirelurk nest than...wherever it is that the invincible kid wanted me to go, so naturally I'll finish my first job before heading out to help him.
In fact the entrance is just across the bridge, so I head inside and begin looking for a clump of eggs to stick my listening device in
Things go rather well on the way in, sneaking past the one Mirelurk that I notice and then jump off the catwalk onto a pile of eggs. I figure they're probably still good and stick the listening device in the yolk running across the floor. Of course things don't go quite so well and the extraction is... shall I say, painful.
I'll just sum up the experience as "Things were pinched that should never have been treated in such a way"
I walk out into the sunlight and run like hell away from the memorial in case those things decide to keep chasing me, eventually I find myself looking over Greyditch.
Its lucky things are so close to each other, otherwise I'd need a horse or a car
I hear a person talking to himself inside this thing and I prepare to open it
However I quickly find myself destracted by my sudden lack of eyebrows, I take my Aka-47 off my shoulder and wait for the flames to clear. I must count myself as lucky since the flames barely missed me, had my foe used the flare gun I'd be quite enflamed.
Fire ant?
I see what you did there
I blow the things head off in a way that to me just reeks of skill and then open up the tube to get some idea of the situation
The kid tells me to go to his house and save his dad from those things, as someone who can relate to a missing parental figure I take up the task with much gusto.
Well I can always hope that my own quest goes much smoother....
I go back and inform the kid of his loss, he takes it very well, almost too well... but I'll come back to my crazy theories when I'm no longer being accosted by the skittering menace.
Really, I hate these things not so much because they're a walking flame thrower but largely because of the sound they make.
Skitter skitter skitter skitter, skitter skitter skitter. It sounds like someone rubbing a stalk of celery on a piece of sandpaper.
I decide to give my ears a break and begin looting the place for ammo, since the least they can do after bringing me here is to supply me with enough ammo to take care of the problem.
Of course this place doesn't look too much like an ammo depot, I decide to do a quick sweep of the place and then leave.
I decide to show this poor fellow the cost of leaving his password laying around by logging onto his computer and changing his facebook status to "Is way too interested in ants lulz" but before I can do this vile act I notice a few files on his computer.
Finally I come across something that gives me an idea of how to stop those, As I'm about to log off a final file catches my eye
Wow, this guy sucks at writing