#fallout trash

“Mee-maw”, drinking Irish mules from a Pip-boy mug and smoking a joint rolled in Fallout themed paper: it all started when ur Pa shot me in the neck with a 10mm pistol

Went back to a classic. Fallout 3. Here is my new character Alexia. She a saint and is pretty rad if I say so myself.

First kill but not the last.

whats the difference

miniature shitstain of a fanfic between Nate and Curie He waited patiently in bed, Nate, a fair-haired original Vault Dweller. With him was Curie, slipping into what she wore through the night. Her mind wandered everywhere- the sights, the smells, all of them foreign. But at this place, by his side, she felt at home. This "love"- it wasn't for science, it was for herself, possibly the only thing she'd ever actually claimed. Her original manufacturers wouldn't allow a machine to own property - but through the Railroad, she was finally free. She crept into the covers beside him. Nate didn't mind this. He loved her so, the way she lit up at the sight of him, that crisp and refreshing air of the Commonwealth filling her lungs each moment she took a breath. This was, of course, new to her as well. She lay next to her lover - a hand grazed her hair. Nate's. The spinning continued, not of the environment, but of her emotions. He sighed. "I love you, Curie." There were no words, only a motion as she snuggled closer to him and drifted to sleep.

or is that just me