VATS

A poem about the Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System in Fallout 3.

VATS

 

I wince as I take one more hit

My legs are shot up bad,

I hobble in behind a rock

I yell, 'cause I am mad.

But that's when I remember VATS

A grin spreads 'cross my face

I pop up from behind my rock

And select my foe's face.

I watch in pleasure and delight

As his brains are sent flying.

And now that I can employ VATS

My enemies are dying.

Soon no more raiders stand alive

I heal my injured legs.

I look down to my little dog.

For raider meat he begs.