The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

So just now I got to thinking about this lovely game I used to play called fallout, and also fallout 2, and most recently, fallout 3, and I typed in some stuff in word and before I knew it I had a whole slew of short little lines about the game (mostly the 3rd instalment, the rest has been so long ago) So without much ado, I give you:

A minimal tribute to Fallout!

Passed the broken bell
towers
a lone wanderer
lost in the wastes
of post nuclear
apocalypse.

Broken pillars
under a highway sloped
shotgun, dog and water
all to survive
mutant power.

Man's best friend
a journey alone
to find
his own best friend.

Rescue strangers
a village under siege
by ants
from a doctor
not quite sane.

Bandits roam and bandits rape
bandits steal and bandits scrape
an army of bandits walk the plains
a bandit army lost to the wastes.

More come, more impure
cleanse them all
remain so pure
ghoul and poison spit
all fall before they're hit
Pure and evil virus strain.

Untouched unseen
manipulate, be keen
a computer oh so bright
you fall to logic
it's quite alright.