Made it to Diamond City.
Everyone keeps asking me what I'm doing. I tell them it's none of their damn business.
As soon as the reporter lied our way in, I went past the shop guy and up some elevator. Found myself apparently in the mayor's office. Nobody around, so I stole everything of value.
Some cutscene with the reporter talking to a little girl made the camera spaz out for a while. Like I care about a goddamn reporter.
When the camera came back, I went into the back rooms. Found the receptionist sleeping. Tried to punch her to death, as I do. Guess she's essential... urgh. Went and hid in the other room until she went back to sleep. She talks to me now like nothing happened. Must've thought it was a nightmare.
Went back down the elevator and told the little girl to mind her own damn business. Goddamn people askin' me shit.
Found a bar, the "Colonial Taphouse." Husband and wife arguing about going home, bartender and the husband start playing a game of Punchy-Punch. These people are all right! I decided to join in on the game and punched the wife to death at the bar.
Apparently they play Punchy-Punch different in Diamond City, because the other two guys stop punching each other and start punching me. One of 'em even pulls a gun. Where I come from we gots two rules for Punchy-Punch:
1) No weapons, especially guns
2) Ya don't stop punchin' still the thing you're punchin' is dead
Now these guys just broke both goddamn rules. Must be some American League bullshit. Anyway, I had to put 'em both down, McGrizzle style.
Dogmeat started biting some old lady in the back. Figured since my punchin' arm was so loose, might as well get some more whacks in. She runs away! I let her go and focus on the room. Another guy in the corner... and a blind guy. Figure there's not much honor in punchin' a blind guy, and he's sittin' there drinkin' his coffee like a gentleman, so I leave him be and punch the other guy into oblivion. Blind guy just keeps drinkin' his coffee. What a gentleman.
Now, that old lady comes back with some guy. Two on one, I like those odds. I punch her guy friend to death in the doorway. She goes back to her table and tries to take up like nothing happened before. Nuh uh. That's not how the rules work. I punch the shit out of her for wastin' my time.
Now some robot with a chef's hat comes in and starts shootin'. My knuckles got no problem bustin' metal, so I get to work. Sonuvabitch is tough, and I gotta take his health bar down 3 times before he's down for the count. Tried to take his chef hat but the damn thing's stuck to him. Shame.
After that I took everything off everyone so I'd know where I'd been. After a while it gets hard to remember who ya punched and who died of non-punchin' causes. So this makes it easy on me.
Decided that I'd painted such a pretty picture that I might as well take a couple mementos.