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Ralph awoke underneath the deck of the ship like he had many moons before, he didn't have the money to enjoy the upper deck and the fuckery that ensured with it. Being a poor folkin, he ended up in the depths of the deck - once he arose from his sleep he geared up and went to look around. They had to hit Hawaii eventually, right? While exploring the metal creature of an underbelly he came across a situation, a super mutant, thugs, and some hero. Now a normal person might throw themselves in head-on, like some good-doing hero but this seemed like a bloody mess in the waiting so Ralph simply turned around and made his way to the top of the deck. He squinted as he made it to the top, the sun was bright and boiled down on the survivors of this aquatic wasteland.

While everyone seemed keen on doing their own thing, a news crew of all things was patrolling and stalking the top of the deck. Despite where he may go, there was always trouble lingering nearby. Ralph let out a small sigh as he made his way to the railings near some other 'rich' adventurers, looking into the distance he swore he could see the horizon of the fabled island nation. Riches awaited the patient after all.[/center]