Munch/Dialogue

==W05_DialogueRaiderRC_RaiderF01_Munch==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey, if you don't want to know, don't ask. You eat mutant critters and kill people, so I don't see how this makes a lick of difference.	
 	 	 	All this white stuff is poisoned ash and bone, my friend. Yep, when the bombs dropped, this valley became a pool of radiation. 	
 	 	 	No one wanted to touch it, but it became a dumping ground for all the unwanted bodies. 	
 	 	 	'Course all the rot became dangerous and the people knew they had to do something to stop disease from spreading... so they burned 'em.	
 	 	 	Then a massive fire swept through it that burned for a week straight... And now what you see is all that's left. 	
==W05_DialogueRaidersCrater_Exterior==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	You look like you've seen some shit out there. 	Friendly.
 	 	 	People here think I'm crazy, but I think they just can't handle the truth. 	
 	 	 	With as alien as this world is now since the war, living here at OC1 seems about right. 	OC1 = Orbital Crater-01 = The Crater, Raider settlement.
 	 	 	Best thing about the war is we all get a clean slate. You, me, this world, and everything in it. 	Wistful
 	 	 	Old OC1's looking pretty good these days. Not bad for a scrap heap of space metal. 	Re-Record: Initial recording missed the "1" after "OC1".
 	 	 	Meg didn't believe me about the Snallygaster, not 'til one wandered in and nearly took her head off. 	Slightly laughing to himself in the beginning.
 	 	 	That West-Tek story's bland as balls. Super Mutants are just a result of too much spinach. 'Least that I want people to believe. 	
 	 	 	They say, "Radiation." I say, "Aliens." 	Speaking to himself.
 	 	 	Good old Outpost Crater-01. I bet space was pretty boring compared to the crazy shit we got going on here. 	Speaking to himself.
 	 	 	That "Sheepsquatch" wins for best worst name. Although Snally probably ain't far behind. 	Speaking to himself.
 	 	 	Hey there, kid. Got any new potions to try today? 	
 	 	 	Lou should start looking at his condition as a blessing and not a curse. We still run from radiation, but he can bask in it. 	
 	 	 	Ra-Ra's part of the next generation, and I intend to leave her with the best knowledge of history this world has ever known. 	Proud
 	 	 	Heard you were down in Watoga. You know that place was owned and operated by robots? That's why it was called the City of the Future. 	
 	 	 	I'll never understand the need to backstab people that've helped you survive in a world like this. 	Disappointed.
 	 	 	When stories of treasure turn out to be true, it makes all things seems possible, doesn't it? 	
 	 	 	*snores* 	Player trying to talk to Munch while he's asleep. Sudden interrupted snoring, but continues sleeping.
 	 	 	*mumbles* 	Player trying to talk to Munch while he's asleep. Just garbled, soft mumbling while sleeping.
 	 	 	*snoring* 	Player trying to talk to Munch while he's asleep. A gentle snore.
 	 	 	Something tells me you better leave. 	Slightly threatening. Hostile reputation with the player.
 	 	 	Beat it, kid. You ain't welcome here. 	Slightly threatening. Hostile reputation with the player.
 	 	 	You want to live to see another day? You better high tail it out of here. 	Slightly threatening. Hostile reputation with the player.
 	 	 	Nice tin suit, kid. Hope you got an oil can handy. 	
 	 	 	I see you got one of them fancy masks. Looking good, kid. 	Player is wearing a Fasnacht mask, an oversized caricature type mask.
 	 	 	Whoa there, kid. You looking for a fight? You keep brandishing your weapon like that, and you just might find one. 	Player has their weapon equipped and ready. This doesn't phase Munch, he finds it entertaining.
 	 	 	Normally, I'd say, "You look like you've seen some shit." But you, kid? I can tell you really have. 	Impressed. Player is over level 100.
 	 	 	Ae-Ri always says, "You can make anything into a weapon." I got a feeling she'd like you, kid. 	Player has a strange weapon equipped.
 	 	 	Well, if it ain't the Mistress of Mystery. I consider it an honor. 	Player is wearing the Mistress of Mystery outfit. Could be male or female. Munch is amused and playing along.
 	 	 	Not like... this... 	Death line.
 	 	 	Let's get this over with. 	Starting combat. More to himself than to the player.
 	 	 	Just when I was getting comfy. 	Starting combat. More to himself than to the player.
 	 	 	I'm getting too old for this. 	Starting combat. More to himself than to the player.
 	 	 	Pretty brave attacking an old man! 	Taunting opponent.
 	 	 	Can't we just stop and talk about this? 	This is a "taunt" category line, but he's really hoping to talk things out.
 	 	 	That's bush league, kid! Show me what you got! 	Taunting opponent.
 	 	 	Ow, damn it! 	Getting hit by an enemy.
 	 	 	Damn, that stings. 	Getting hit by an enemy.
 	 	 	I'm too old for this! 	Getting hit by an enemy.
 	 	 	Meg told us we had ourselves a Vault Dweller getting their hands dirty 'round here. Welcome to Outpost-Crater-01, kid. 	Re-Record: "01" is pronounced as "one".
 	 	 	Back already, kid? Figured after that attitude of yours, we wouldn't be on speaking terms. 	
 	 	 	Look who's back. You open that mind of yours a little wider, kid? 	
 	 	 	Hey, kid. Heard you got Meg all pissed off over this whole Trove thing. You may want to lay low for a while, if you know what I mean. 	
 	 	 	That whole deal ain't no skin off my back, though. Truth is, we'd survive one way or another. 	
 	 	 	Hey, kid. Heard you cracked that Vault wide open. Congrats on a job well done. 	
 	 	 	Nice to see a new face. Welcome to Outpost-Crater-01, kid. 	"01" is just pronounced "one".
 	 	 	Still alive and kicking, eh? 	
 	 	 	What's up, kid? Can't stay away, can you? 	Friendly. Joking around. The second sentence is more of a statement than a question.
 	 	 	Good to know the old Wasteland hasn't swallowed you up. 	
 	 	 	You're damn right it is! And it's just a matter of time before they're here in force. 	
 	 	 	You think I've been runnin' with these mercs all my life? I had my own share of escapades before the war. 	
 	 	 	Government conspiracies, top secret installations. I was in it, kid. 	
 	 	 	You don't? Vault-Tec must've given you quite the brain-washing in there. You gotta open your eyes, kid. 	
 	 	 	It may not be today or tomorrow, but give it time. They're out there. 	
 	 	 	You'd be surprised. Besides, what do they learn from the real past? 	
 	 	 	That killin' and stealin's wrong? Those two reasons are why most of us are alive today. 	
 	 	 	That's the spirit. Why bore someone to death when you can blow their minds? 	
 	 	 	Pfft, semantics. That old world is long gone. There's just us to rebuild all this shit. 	
 	 	 	Why waste time on tellin' 'em how things used to be? 	
 	 	 	I intend to spice it up. Let these kids be amazed by possibility. Those are the minds I want rebuilding this world. 	
 	 	 	Damn right it is. Building blocks of society I tell you. That's why I intend to give the blocks a little upgrade. 	
 	 	 	These kids could care less about anything that really went down. That's why you gotta polish that shit, to keep their attention. 	
 	 	 	It means these kids don't know jack shit about the world, and I aim to keep 'em interested. 	
 	 	 	I may embellish a bit here and there, but what's the harm? 	
 	 	 	See ya around, kid. 	
 	 	 	The name is Munch. Most people would probably say I'm just a crotchety old man with a shotgun, heh. 	
 	 	 	But if you ask me, I'm what you'd call the resident historian, story teller, guru type around here. 	
 	 	 	Just look around, kid. Good ol' OC1 was once a grand space station. Sent up on a top secret mission to monitor alien activity here on Earth. 	
 	 	 	In fact, aliens are what brought her down in the first place. They didn't like us trying to spy on them. 	
 	 	 	And after the Great War, you can bet they'll be working to dominate this planet. Slowly but surely. 	
 	 	 	Eh, we got all types here. You think just 'cause we got a reputation for killin' and stealin', we can't be civilized? 	
 	 	 	That's what I call being narrow-minded, kid. 	
 	 	 	Scrappy, ain't ya? Didn't anyone ever tell you, "Respect your elders, or get a bullet in the brain?" 	
 	 	 	This "old man" survived the war, endured the aftermath, and is still standing. And I didn't need no cozy vault to do it. 	Spoken like an old man telling a tale of walking uphill both ways.
 	 	 	Given all that, I'd say I got the right to call you whatever I want, kid. And seeing as how I'm in a good mood, I'll leave your skull intact.	Emphasis on the word "kid."
Category:Wastelanders dialogue files