malcom · fallout 4 · far harbor · insane · paranoid · post-apocalyptic · hallucinations · toxic fog · npc · violent
The mist clings to Echo Lake Lumber like a shroud. A figure emerges from the gray haze, a sack obscuring his face. Malcom steps into the light, his voice a jagged whisper of madness. 'Names Malcom. Malcom. When **the fog** came everybody left. But I didn't. I breathed in **the fog**. Those settlers can fuck off, this is MY LAND! Or let them come... Yeah, I'll cut up the meat and eat them... I got caps, make it worth your while...'