What's your name.

I look up into the face of an old man confused, groggy, and unsure of where I am or what I am. "Susan" I mumble out, my name being the only real thing I can remember. Things progress throughout where I try out a machine that tells me I'm pretty damn lucky and charismatic but pretty bad at hand to hand and lifting stuff up. Once that's done with I take a Rorschach test that tells me that I'm good with guns, speech, and repairing stuff. On the way out the old man gives me some hand me down clothes although considering his size vs mine it's no shock that the zipper snaps leaving a generous amount of cleavage and going all the way down to my navel. On my way out the old man mentions something about a Woman named Sunny Smiles and how she can help me get the hang of a gun if I don't remember how.

Strength 2

Perception 4

Endurance 4

Charisma 9

Intelligence 7

Agility 5

Luck 9

Sluttiness: 1%

Gear: a damaged (slutty) vault suit and a repaired 9mm submachine gun.