And so it was that the Lone Wanderer ventured forth from Vault 101 intent on discovering the fate of a father who has once sacrificed the future of humanity for that of his own child. But it was not until the end of this long road that the Lone Wanderer learned the true meaning of that greatest of virtues – sacrifice. Stepping into the irradiated control chamber...


Oh wait, wrong thing; my bad.


Last night Gio and Robert allowed me to stay in their dorm with them, so naturally the only place I was able to sleep was on the floor. Not only was it dirty and uncomfortable, but it was increasingly cold. At one point it got so cold that I had to slip on my leather jacket and curl up in a ball just to stop shaking. I chalk up the temperature to the coastal location and the window my dumb-ass left open during the night. Aside from the random slogans about sex that sit above Robert's bed on the underside of his shelf, the dorm room is actually pretty welcoming.


It's too bad that Robert and I had to freeze our asses off during the whee-hours of the morning. You see, all Robert brought with him was a backpack filled with clothes for summer, DVD's, and cassette tapes. Gio on the other hand brought everything he'd need: Mini-fridge, computer, printer, hangers, bed sheets, pillows, kleenex, summer clothes, winter clothes, and enough food to last three weeks in a fallout shelter. What I see here is a perfect example about why it pays to be prepared beforehand, because not only did Robert have to sleep in the freezing cold air with no sheets, but he'll have to worry about getting a set, plus a few other nuances for around the room.


So while Robert has to find a Bed, Bath, & Beyond (or something like that), Gio is able to travel around the campus freely to meet others and enjoy the day. If that doesn't show you that it pays to be prepared, then nothing will.