Colonel/Dialogue

==HolotapeQuest_MP_RSVP==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	So, let's see. Bombs fell when I was a kid, my dad died in the War, you know, this is all pretty normal. My story is, I guess, boring. 	He's shrugging all the trauma off of him. This destroyed him as a kid.
 	 	 	So Dassa found me when I was 13 or so, and she brought me to the Responders. They taught me everything. I became a Volunteer... it was great. 	He's quickly summarizing the scariest parts of his life so he doesn't relive it.
 	 	 	And the Brotherhood, well.. we thought that would be different. We thought everything would be different though. 	He sounds perplexed and exhausted.
 	 	 	Er, well, so anyway. Maybe in 10 years, Dassa will ask me to do another one of these Survivor Stories. Hah! Til then. Peace, Appalachia. 	He shakes off the previous thought of death and despair, then ends on a high note.
 	 	 	For the past 5 years, I've been a Responder myself! I help kids who lost their families... get them safe, trained, and just act like a big brother. 	He's pretty proud that he can contribute.
 	 	 	Boy! I think it's been like 10 years since I did one of these. Dassa said she lost my original one though. Bummer. My name is Colonel, so hey, hi! 	Chipper guy.
 	 	 	Every year we find fewer people though, so I dunno. Things are not good out there. Just getting simple food and water is tough. 	He's a tough guy but he's worried.
 	 	 	Um... I cut holes in the bottoms of all the gym shorts, and I put glue in the mashed potatoes in the cafeteria... 	Still whispering, this is his confession
 	 	 	Hi... Dassa asked me if I would talk about how I got here. She asked everybody. So I said okay. My name is Colonel, and I'm 13 years old. 	Teenager, unsure of why he was asked to talk to everybody, and is really nervous. He's had a rough life.
 	 	 	I haven't seen daddy since the bombs and so I guess he left because of that too... It's okay, I am trying to be good now though. 	He is a little louder but is on the verge of tears
 	 	 	I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything... um... the bombs and the messed up people and the cows with two heads. All of it. 	After he says "um" the rest is whispered like he's confessing.
 	 	 	I was bad... just bad. I cheated on my spelling test, I kicked Chip Wilkins in the shins until he cried, I pushed Rosie McCloy down the stairs... 	Whispering, he confesses (this confession continues)
 	 	 	And um... I just wanted to say I'm sorry about everything... because my dad said if I wasn't this way then bad things wouldn't happen... 	He's a little louder than a whisper, seems genuinely contrite
 	 	 	*sniffles* I'm not old enough to be a Volunteer but Dassa said I could help collect food and water... so I'm getting better, I promise! 	He sniffles away tears at the start. He knows he's being a better kid but he still feels really guilty.
 	 	 	I told Harold Newell to eat ten dead flies a day in order to grow muscles, and um, I put Nuka-Cola in the rat cage water bottles at the pet store...	His confession continues, still whispering...
 	 	 	And um... daddy? If you're listening... I promise I won't be bad anymore so you can come back now. Okay? Okay. Bye. *sniffles* 	His voice waivers and cracks , holding back tears.
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