I am looking for a vault,
Hidden on a planet with a suspicious name,
I have no map,
Only a gun,
And a mystic entity for help!
I meet a strange little robot,
With only one wheel,
He introduces me to some other strange people,
One of whom is a doctor,
With an extremely easy name!
I thought I was meant to be looking for a vault,
But so far I am being asked to complete jobs for people,
Whilst battling savage wildlife,
And psychotic residents,
Who never seem to stay dead?
Eventually I reach a proper settlement,
Yet more jobs await,
But someone knows where the key may be,
For the Vault I originally came here for,
This planet is weird,
For a planet containing a vault,
There are a large number of weapons to sell,
Do I really need to find the Vault?
At last I find the vault,
No seriously I do,
But why so many tentacles?
And a Death Star for an eye?
Maybe I should have gone somewhere else!
It was just a guardian,
But now the vault is finally mine,
In the form of guns,
Lots of guns!