Nukashine: What a trip!

Jack Hunter: I've taken every drug in the Wasteland. Daddy-O, Mentats, Day Tripper, they each have their ups and downs, but Nukashine took me on a ride. I didn't expect it, not from a swig of Appalachian hooch. I grew up on that stuff... Kentucky will do that to you. It was almost like a betrayal. The first sip had the same familiar burn, then it kicked you in the head like a two ton Brahmin, and it was all downhill from there. Colors that I didn't know existed flashed before my eyes. The trees around me morphed into ravenous ghouls. Beset on all sides, I reached for my gun and pulled a tato from the holster. Useless thing! I shouted. By then the ghouls had me, there was little I could do. I took off my shoe and beat them with it, to no avail. I decided to succumb.

Just devour me, I thought. What's the use in struggling at this point? Maybe some lucky cannibal will happen upon my scraps and get a free meal. At least that would give my death some meaning. I let my mind wander as my body ceased to be. A cool breeze on the Florida coast. The splashing of the Mississippi. The green hills of Appalachia, a violent storm in the distance. I drifted from one to the next as my flesh broke into a thousand tiny pieces of ghoul fodder. Suddenly, sunlight. I sat up. I was whole, on the temporal plane. Far too pleasant a place to be hell... Appalachia, the green hills from my vision. The crisis was over. I was still alive, with an empty jug of Nukashine by my side.