The Freak Show: a place where raiders can go see things weirder than themselves! HA, I kid.. or do I? Have you guys been here? WHOA! I stumbled along this little place tucked beneath a cliff along Route 107 when I was trying to get away from Fort Defiance (It’s just a little North of there).
I just don’t know where to start. Should I talk about the warning signs about not feeding the animals or the heads on pikes? Lets go with the animals. We’re all used to the heads on pikes by now. Oh, I’m just joshin’ with ya. One of the first things you notice is all the junk. A truck serves as the ticket booth with a skeleton sitting in the back. Looks like this guy had some big dreams… ah, didn’t we all bud. Didn’t we all.
Walking further up I begin to grasp what kind of people these raiders are (if the heads on sticks didn’t getcha..) I mean, don’t get me wrong – I don’t want to die in the mouth of a rabid mole rat, but I also don’t think it deserves to be caged to let people shove drum sticks in it.
I will give them this, they ARE artists. Look at this stuff, even in death it still speaks to you! The detail they took to create this taxidermy… thing. The bobby pins holding everything together is great! AND THE BIKE! I mean, what use of bones!! Now that would be something to be proud to have made. I wish I could bring it home!
And this person? What were they thinking? Where where they coming from and where where they going? Heh, crazy times at the freak show!
I think one of the best parts about living in the wasteland is that the numbers of humans have been cut down dramatically. Humans really are mean and evil. I mean, look at the things I’ve done…. ok, lets maybe not look at those things… but my point, what I’m trying to get at, are these animals didn’t deserve this. The poor Honey Beast. I just hope it was dead before they used it as baseball practice.
Sports are good. they keep us in shape. I sprint everywhere I go. Rule #1, cardio! This sport though, I’m not sure what it was. Bowling for… through… radstags? Test your agility? Heh, give us your caps is more like it!
RUFUS! Who is this gentle soul who stayed by this persons side till death?! This is what REALLY gets me. The animals who made it through this hell with us and stay by our side. Gah, it get’s me.. who’s cutting the mutated onions…
..and just like that, the freak show is over. You are seen out by this wonderful art installation of a headless skeleton on top of a carousel horse. I think it’s a metaphor for life. Don’t take it too seriously.