So I owned a gas mask and a half skull mask, the gas mask was for some areas I ventured into that either had a sign saying toxic gas was in the air or I knew about, and the half mask was either to hide my identity, a scar I had from a fight, or when I was riding and dust was blowing hard, but I rode into town one day and this raider who was as drunk as a skunk came walking in and was messing with folk, so I told him to politely leave, so he answers pulling his gun on me, and so in self defense I shot him dead, a few days after this, his buddies must've known who done it because I saw posters everywhere I went with my face on them with a hefty price to kill me, I just ignored these posters until that faithful day in 2144, apparently there was this raider gang that passed by my farm on their way into town and must've seen me what I looked like because they came back to attack both my family and me, we fought back and hard, we took most of them down, but me, I wasn't lucky, I was mortally wounded in my chest were mere minutes to live, worst suffering I've had, but with my last words I told my family I loved them and to never give up no matter how hard life gets with me, a loving husband and father, after those words, I died. My final thoughts were that we can't change what's done. We can only move on. Later, my sons buried me with both my masks as they didn't want to remove them from me, as I died with them on, after they buried me they put up a gravestone with the words:
Kyle Wilson
2124-2144
A loving husband and father,
may his soul finally be at peace.
They kept the shield I made in case I was ever in close quarters combat, but I still watch over them, protecting them in a way I guess, but it sucks not being able to be with them, especially Sally, God knows this was hard for her especially.
Well now you know my life's story, so I'm Kyle Wilson saying goodbye one more time, and man did I pick a good song for this.