ATTENTION SOON-TO-BE-GHOULS OF APPALACHIA -- you are hereby conscripted to ore detail at radiation rumble.

And I don't want to hear any complaints. No "I didn't bring power armor" this or "my hazmat suit was stolen by a sheepsquatch" that, no no no no no you no-nosed f***ers.

This time you have no excuse. You all were literally made for this. You actively benefit from throwing yourself head-first into atoms loving embrace, so now you get to play rock jockey. I hope those necrotic legs of yours still work 'cause you need to get them moving.

-Yours truly, High Priestess Camilla