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Yes Man Propaganda

Nick Valentine Propaganda

Felicity or just Foxtrot is a ghoul code breaker and an intelligence officer for NCR.

Caesar's Legion Mars' Priestesses

from my twitter when I posted this: little doodle of my take on mars priestesses of the legion. I know they may seem bland compared to the overdressed tribal-looking priestess some people portray them as, but honestly I always pictured them more like vestal virgins (more appropriate for the roman theme?) they probably need to be comfortable too since I imagine they'd be very active educating and taking care of squads of hyperactive little boys. I doubt they'd be going around dressed as if ready to go on some substance-induced frenzy to summon ancient demons or w/e

Fallout 2 presents super mutants who've broken in every direction ideologically in the aftermath of the Unity's collapse; the peacemakers under Marcus at Broken Hills, Gond as a member of the abolitionist NCR rangers, reactionary remnants of the original mutant army, genocidal self-hating fascists like Frank Horrigan. Fallout: New Vegas iterates on this beautifully. The mutants dovetail perfectly with the theme of how every faction in the wasteland is trying and oftentimes failing to reckon with the weight of history. Their utopian movement imploded outside of living memory, closer to the apocalypse than to the present day. The survivors- who can only dwindle in number due to their sterility- have been left to reckon with that in whatever way they can. And they have their backs to about a hundred and twenty years of that reckoning not going particularly well, of being the bugbear and boogeymen for bullies and ideologues whose grandparents weren't even alive to suffer from the Unity's actions. The lack of a collective future for mutantkind casts a pall over even the best ending for Jacobstown; humans are collectively resilient within this setting, but through violence, and accidents, dementia and senility, the day will inevitably come when there are no mutants left. And worse still will be the day before that, when there's only one mutant left. Finding some form of satisfaction or contentment within that dwindling window, with the world against you, is a task that falls to the individual mutant. (Take Mean Sonovabitch, for example. He seems to be doing alright for himself.)

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