Fallout 2 Energy Weapons Tagged Protagonist:
"Ha ha! FINALLY! I have it at last! A Laser Pistol! I remember the day I first held a Laser Pistol, back at the tribe. Shortly after my 12th nameday, I believe it was. Lying in a strange chest I had dug out of the ground. I always had a good eye for the landscape, you know. It was merely a chance gleam from the sun of the barest corner of said chest in all it's metallic glory, seen from a distance of around a hundred spears. Spears being our way of measuring, you see. After I removed this strange device along with what I didn't know then to be an extra energy cell for ammo, I fumbled about with it, and thankfully the accidental discharge only fired harmlessly into the sky and scared me half-witless. At first I dropped it and ran, yelling apologies to the gods for my transgression. But eventually I slowed. I had heard tales of the 'guns' of raiders and other southlanders, and there were the stories of our Tribe's founder as well of course. This must be something similar. I realized my opportunity.
"Immediately I realized my priority was learning how to use it, as apposed to immediately taking it and conquering my tribe by force because I could incinerate anyone who challenged me. No, to even think of doing that, I needed to increase my skill. So that is what I did. I aimed at rocks and a few lizards out in the deserts to the north, far enough, at least, that my fellow tribesmen would not hear the sound of the weapon, not even the patrols and scouts. I must say I picked it up rather quickly. It was like I was born for these elegant weapons. I even puzzled out the reloading when the ammo was depleted, somehow. In hindsight, I probably should have used the weapon for more, especially after I depleted the first charge. But no, possessed by some demon of youth I rolled and jumped around pretending I was some futuristic warrior blasting at phantom lizard-men. All too soon, the pretty energy blasts were no more.
"I tried to keep the weapon, stowing it back in the chest and burying it as best I could. But a scout ended up finding it, much to my chagrin. I said nothing, fearing I'd be called a fool for keeping it from them. I believe it was later sold by the tribe for a brahmin. I never forgot that laser pistol, though. I dreamt of the days I'd hold one in my hands again. In my mind's eye I practiced with it still, imagined it's smooth contours, it's bright flash, it's pleasing sound of firing. I was a master of that weapon in my heart of hearts. The spears and the knives that would actually keep me alive as a warrior were of no consequence. I just scraped by on those lessons, never able to focus on the use however it was hammered into me.
"And since this...quest, as the Chosen One, I've found my focus on this weapon only deepen. I knew that even as I stabbed with a spear, as I maneuvered my way around the politics of this world, as I bandaged my wounds, as I tried unsuccessfully to adapt to these crude chemically propelled slugthrowers, it was all fueled into *this* gun, this weapon, even this style of weapon. I could feel it in my hands even before this moment...and now it completes me. I am one with the energy that flows from it, to slice into the soft flesh of my enemies, to flare across their face or into their loathsome little eyes. These many years of sacrifice have been worth it, I tell you. I admit I doubted, just as I doubted I was the Chosen One...but no more! Under this sign will I conquer, will I be unstoppable!
"...now come along, Vic. Let's see if you can even fire that pathetic little pistol of yours before I incinerate the very bones and tendons of our adversaries."
