The Ever Running Ghoul

East Harbour was it's name. Before the Nuke Blast that was. People call it Safe Water now. Or Called it that. Not much left to call it now anything. Admits the chaos and burning structures was an eye of this shit storm. In what little remained of the "better" part of town. Among the lesser chaos and least burnt structure sat a man. This man was sitting on the backs of two lesser men. Under the two lesser men were the bodies of the 3 most important people of Safe Water. Kneeling in the blood pooled from these bodies was a ghoul, hands tied together. A flower was growing out of where an ear normally was. "I have uses for everyone I meet." Sitting Man said. "Deathclaws are meat for my pot. Super Mutants pull my plows. Men, and woman are my specialty. Men I forge into Khans, Woman I forge into Khans. Hell, even children are good for a game of Stakes and Ladders." The Sitting Man stops his speech to light a cigar off a passing Brahmin on fire. Exhaling deeply onto the ghoul he continues " Ghouls on the other hand I seem to have a real lack of idea of why they should be kept alive." Sitting Man ashing his cigar onto the ear flower." Until today. Today you get to spread the word of The Khans. Tell every town, village and wigwam the good word. Tell every watering hole you try to drown this nightmare in, the good word. Tell every hen house, dog house and Shit house the good word. Tell them Gargantua The Glorious, The Destroyer of Towns, The Reaper of the Wastes, The Dealer of Death, The Leader of the Undefeated Khans, the Wonder you see before you is coming. Pay tribute or you will be the next Safe Water." Putting out the cigar in the corolla of the ear flower, Gargantua kicking the ghoul in the shoulder. "Now Run" .