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It was a fucking reservoir. It stretched for a mile at the feet of House Lodge, filled to the brim with the clearest water that he'd ever seen. The Bard chuckled to himself between sniffles of bliss; it was probably so clear and pure that he could no longer drink it without retching, his pallet defined by years of filthy brown water.
All that stood between him and its ownership was an entire company of NCR rangers, all hunkered down in the lodges of Camp Golf with enough ammo to send Deathclaws scarpering. The Bard drew out his rifle and cocked it with fire in his eyes - this reservoir would be his, no matter what it took. There would be songs sung of the man who tangled with the bear and came out on top, securing water for the masses.
This was going to be his day. He could feel it.
He'd die in the blaze of glory he never thought he'd earn.

Description
It was a fucking reservoir. It stretched for a mile at the feet of House Lodge, filled to the brim with the clearest water that he'd ever seen. The Bard chuckled to himself between sniffles of bliss; it was probably so clear and pure that he could no longer drink it without retching, his pallet defined by years of filthy brown water.
All that stood between him and its ownership was an entire company of NCR rangers, all hunkered down in the lodges of Camp Golf with enough ammo to send Deathclaws scarpering. The Bard drew out his rifle and cocked it with fire in his eyes - this reservoir would be his, no matter what it took. There would be songs sung of the man who tangled with the bear and came out on top, securing water for the masses.
This was going to be his day. He could feel it.
He'd die in the blaze of glory he never thought he'd earn.