[OOC] Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

[MarsAdept]

War... War never changes...

But people do... based on the roads one travels...

But there are some roads in life...ONE MUST NEVER TRAVEL!!!

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Come travelers, Take a seat around the fire. Let its fire scare away the darkness of this moonless night. Listen to a tall tale of an old wander. I come from a place far from here. Far to the South and far to the east. From a place surrounded by Ocean on three sides tucked underneath the main of the continent. Back in the old days, Before the war, When the good old US of A still stood proudly, the Place was known collectively as the State of Florida. I cannot say I ever know why it was called that. You see I am a survivor of those nightmare lands. Among the first to leave vault 122, first to stumble on vault 38. That number still haunts my dreams. Thirty Eight. Inside the ruins of Vault 38, we found a miracle of science. The fabled G.E.C.K. OH!? Never heard of a G.E.C.K.? It stands for the Garden of Eden Creation Kit. It was a world changing device. Able to create rainforests out of deserts. Restore the world as it was before the war, before the bomb. It was the pinnacle of Human technological prowess. Well, at least of anything before the Great War. Possible, after too. Doubt the Enclave could build one if they wanted to. Anyways, Before I get sidetracked, The G.E.C.K. is not what it is advertised to be. Vault City got lucky. Project Purity got Lucky. But you must believe me, Humans were exiled from Eden. We were never supposed to go there again. When we activated the device, it was not Eden, but Pandora's Box. Florida returned to lush green but it was wrong. Monsters, demons, and all kinds of horrors sprung forth. Never go to Florida. This wasteland seems peaceful in comparison... but, if you do, destroy the G.E.C.K!

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Ok, I kinda got carried away with the theatrics. A Garden of Eden Creation Kit has been activated in Florida. An Irradiated G.E.C.K. actually. Any Fallout fans should imagine what terrible things an irradiated piece of terraforming equipment would be like. Nothing good came from radiation. Well, maybe ghouls, if you are into that. We will be going to destroy the G.E.C.K. and stop the spread of this post apocalyptic terror that is the Everglades. You can be from any faction (or not) the east or West Coast. If you are from the West Coast, you need to be able to justify you crossing the entire US to get to Florida.

Any Questions? Anyone interested?

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Anyways, as far as the kind of monsters given life here are but a few. Alligators grow as large as Cars. Snakes grow aware from 15 to thirty feet long. This jungle land has a unique breed of Giant ants. Primarily black in color, its workers grow to be the size of a dog. Warriors can get to stand six feet while on all 6 legs. Workers will spray a flammable tar-like substance as a defense mechanism before fleeing. Warriors are able to breath fire which can ignite the tar. Dragonflies are common in the jungles, though they now are as large as eagles. Beetles now grow up to the size of small house cats.

Now, not all threats are unique to the Post war everglades. Deathclaws take on a sickly shade of green as they stalk prey through the trees. Radroaches of course exist. Yuoi Gui have made their nests within the safety of the greenery. Large cats and dogs also roam here. A variety of Green Geckos exist here as well. They hunt in packs and can if in large enough numbers be bold enough to challenge a deathclaw. Supermutants have found a natural home here. Their large size makes survival easier. They have socially devolved into stick wielding savages mostly. They hunt and gather to support a tribal lifestyle. They are less threatening to humans than other areas because humans have too little meat compared to other jungle critters.

Now, if radiation and animal life was not enough, you should take a look at the plants. Many of the fruit bearing plants do not like their delicious fruits being stolen. When a fruit is plucked, the plant will release a poisonous mist to kill the would be plunderer. Some plants do eat meat. There are several Venus fly trap like plants that lure animals inside. Other plants stay still until movement awakes them and they grab with veins to slowly devour their prey. Not all plants are stationary. Some get up and hunt like animals. These walking trees are called Ents.

Another plant type to be avoided is a parasite that infects those who do not have proper access to medicine. It spores buries itself under the skin and begins to grow. First symptoms is skin irritation followed by Flowers coming out of the skin. The plant then slowly takes over the host and eventually turnes the host into something akin to the spore carriers out of Vault 22 in Nevada. When the host corpse eventually dies, the plant takes roots wherever it falls.

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Please place your CS in the OOC for approval before posting it in the CS thread.

Name:

Alias: (Like the lone wanderer, Courier 6, Sole Survivor, Vault dweller. Every hero is know as something)

Age: (Be reasonable for your race. Ghouls could have existed since before the war while Synths are new to the environment.)

Gender:

Race: (Primarily human, but i will allow Ghoul, Supermutant, or Synth to be playable)

Primary Skills*: (Pick three from the games.)

SPECIAL*: (You start of with 1 point in each of the special stats. You then have 33 aditional points to distribute among the seven different stats. You may not have more than 10 points in any one stat.)

Gear/inventory: (At most three weapons based on their weight. If you carry a fat man, it is likely to carry a second large weapon unless you are a super mutant.)

History: (Why did you come to FLorida?)

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*These have more of a roleplay use than actually gameplay mechanics. Just because you have chosen to use to specialist in energy weapons it does not forbid you from picking up an ax and hitting your enemy with it. But if your strength is low, do not be so naive to think that you can take on a supermutant in a arm wrestling contest.

[T Risket]

Fallout Tactics 2, eh? Always thought that sounded like an awesome Fallout plot/setting. Hope the rp works out for ya man, might keep my eye on it.

[ProPro]

Decided on an intelligent Mariposa-strain super mutant with a knack for repairing machines... And blowing shit up with explosions. Mwahahaha! CS to follow.

[ProPro]

Name: Joshua

Alias: The Megaton Mutant

Age: 192

Gender: Male, not that it's even relevant anymore

Race: Super Mutant (Mariposa strain)

Primary Skills*: Explosives, Big Guns, Repair

SPECIAL*: Strength - 1+7=8
Perception - 1+5=6
Endurance - 1+6=7
Charisma - 1+2=3
Intelligence - 1+6=7
Agility - 1+4=5
Luck - 1+3=4

Gear/inventory:

• Red Glare Rocket Launcher
• 5 satchel charges
• Brahmin femur (used as club)
• Tool kit
• Backpack (sewn together from multiple smaller backpacks, looks like a backpack quilt)
• Water Canteen
• Sack of mole rat meat
• Sack of brahmin meat
• Welding mask (small fit, designed for humans)
• Does not wear any kind of armor

History: Joshua was only 4 when his vault was opened and the horrors of the wasteland came to greet him. Life was pretty good until then, and to be perfectly honest, life was pretty good after that too. For a time, anyway. Sure, his human family was either murdered or transformed into super mutants thanks to the invading army of The Master, but on the bright side he had made plenty of new friends! Joshua was deemed too young to be dipped into FEV, and so he was raised as a human for a few years, living with the Order in their great cathedral. Thanks to this, he became a devout member of the Unity and follower of the Master. Once he had reached his teens, it was deemed appropriate that he be dipped.

Once he had made the transformation, Joshua was one of the lucky mutants that not only managed to hold on to his intelligence, but actually found his mind enhanced. Of course this was a blessing brought on by the Master, just one of the gifts provided by Unity. Those mutants that lost a few brain cells, he considered to have been heretics or non-believers that were being punished with a “lesser form” after becoming one with Unity. So for many years he served the Master and the Lieutenant as a loyal soldier in their army. While he preferred not to roam the wastes and instead focus on the infrastructure of their main HQ at Mariposa military base, occasionally directives came from higher up and he’d have to journey out. Finding smaller guns too impractical to work with, and most larger weapons too difficult to aim (for he wasn’t a trained combatant), Joshua found his niche with explosions. You know how the old saying goes. Almost only counts in horseshoes and high-ordnance missile launchers.

Joshua was out on one such patrol when a devastating event occurred. He returned home only to find that Mariposa… Was a smoking ruin. Joshua did what he could and managed to salvage just enough of the security footage outside the base to see a squad of Brotherhood paladins in power armor storming the front doors, but nothing more. With the Lieutenant gone and desperate for guidance, he made the long trek to the Boneyard to seek out the Master… Only to find the same. That moment broke something deep in Joshua. He had spent his entire life devoted to Unity, to the Master, believing that they were completely unstoppable in their perfect forms… But clearly that was not the case. Lost, Joshua took to roaming blindly about the wastes, searching for any of his mutant kin.

Over the years, the California wasteland changed around Joshua. Mutants were few and far between, but humans… They began to thrive. They got more organized, built an infrastructure, even a small country! This gave them great strength, and Joshua had to admit to the irony in it. The Master’s army attempted to force Unity upon the population, and they were destroyed for it. Now these humans were achieving a different kind of Unity, and while there was the occasional bloodshed, it appeared to mostly be by choice. Disillusioned, and seeing some of his brothers joining this New California Republic, Joshua decided to roam eastward.

His travels took him to many interesting locations, usually fraught with dangers (as the wasteland tends to be). One place in particular, however, stood out. It was a small town that occupied an old military base: Hopeville. The community was only just growing, but the resources they had were truly considerable. It brought Joshua back to his old days at Mariposa. The people were distrustful of him, and he of them, but as it turned out they were having problems with some of the machinery they needed to get their settlement up and running. So Joshua approached them with a deal. He would use his skills and experience as a mechanic and knowledge of old world military tech to repair their damaged equipment, and in return he would get some provisions and a specialty weapon for his travels. The citizens of Hopeville agreed to the provisions, but refused to place heavy ordnance in the hands of a super mutant. Disappointed, Joshua agreed to the terms, as he was not a negotiator.

It took a few days, but Joshua trained a few of them on the workings of the base, and together they got things up and running. Things quickly turned around when a deathclaw attacked, killing three of the citizens in a blitz before running off. Having grown attached to the people, Joshua decided to join the hunting party they had put together. To his surprise, they allowed him to go along and provided him with a treasure from the military base: a Red Glare Rocket Launcher. Over the course of four days they hunted the deathclaw back to its nest, but by the time they had arrived, the humans were exhausted and in no condition to battle one of the wasteland’s most dangerous predators. Joshua went into the cave alone, promising them retribution. Inside he found more than just the deathclaw. He found an entire chamber full of eggs, all surrounding a misplaced nuclear warhead. Daring not to engage the nest head on, Joshua used his extensive knowledge of explosives and fired his rocket launcher at the warhead, damaging the casing and triggering a contained explosion… Without setting off the nuclear component. The resulting explosion destroyed the eggs, killed the deathclaws, and caused a cave in. Joshua was regarded a hero of Hopeville and given the moniker of the “Megaton Mutant.” For the first time in a long while, he felt like he belonged…

Which meant he had to leave immediately. The last time he had belonged, he lost what he lived for. It was too painful, and he couldn’t bare to stand the thought of repeating it. His journeys continued, now armed with the Red Glare. Pressing forward, Joshua arrived in the midwest, where he happened upon by far the most peculiar and bizarre sight in his life. A small group of Brotherhood of Steel paladins approached, and among their ranks were two ghouls, a protectron, and a trained hound. Expecting a fight with his kind’s oldest and most hated enemy, he prepared himself, but nothing could prepare him for what happened next. The commanding officer there… Offered to recruit him. What? He couldn’t have heard that correctly, right? No, he did? Um, ok. Well then, uh… In any case, Joshua declined, but the encounter had been thought provoking. How long had he been wandering alone? How out of touch was he? Were mutants now accepted among humans? If the Brotherhood of all people could accept him… He still wouldn’t join anybody, but perhaps he didn’t have to remain as isolated as he was. That’s when Joshua decided to become a mercenary for hire. He heard tale that the East coast was in a great deal more turmoil than than back home in the West was, so that’s where he headed.

A week was all the time Joshua needed in the Capitol Wasteland to realize that no, mutants were not universally accepted now. Over there, mutants and humans remained in a constant never-ending war, killing one another uselessly. He had learned his lesson after getting shot at the first time he approached a group of humans. His first run in with the local mutants didn’t go so well either, as they had proven to be even dumber than the worst of his brothers back home, and twice as bloodthirsty. Actually, it was strange that there were other mutants at all when he thought about it. Of course, he didn’t know too much about the FEV or its origins, only what Unity and the Master had told him, and thinking back on it there was never a lot of practical knowledge or history in those sermons. Well to get back to the point, Joshua decided that while the Capitol Wasteland had indeed been in greater turmoil and thus a man of his talents and services would be in high demand, clearly his origins were a dangerous point of contention. He left, deciding to head South.

And that is where our tale begins, as the Megaton Mutant has crossed the entire country over more than a century, and now has found his way to the Florida Everglades, unsure of what awaits him, save for one certainty: war. Because war never changes.

[Ammokkx]

Name:
Rogh Hill

Alias:
The Lucky Bastard

Age:
29

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Rogh is a rather tall man, standing at just about 1 meter and 92 centimeters. He has fairly long, messy, black hair which leads just about down the shoulders. A bit of a stubble is forming on his chin, but it doesn't seem to grow past that. Across the right side of his lip is a small scar that looks like it might've torn it in half at one point, but has long since healed. He's a little on the orange side in terms of skin but manages to just not be. His normally green and gray eyes are covered by a leathery brown cowboy head he keeps on all the time. His clothes consist of a pre-war white shirt, some pretty neat brown pants and a long, black overcoat that leads all the way down to his knees. His shoes consist of practical boots, though they look like they've seen some wear and tear.

Primary Skills:
Small Guns, Sneak, Lockpick

SPECIAL:
Strength: 1.
Perception: 7
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 8
Luck: 10!

Gear/inventory:
He has three stimpacks, a .44 Magnum Revolver with exactly 42 bullets, his black coat, a desperado hat and a whole lot of bobby pins and caps.

History:
Rogh's a gambling man. A betting man. A risky man. His whole life in the wastes he's been doing nothing but enter casinos and getting kicked out for his winning streaks, surviving dangerous encounters by eerily convenient means and once staring a deathclaw right in the eye, somehow managing to get far enough away from it. It's been a wild ride for the guy and didn't look to be letting up any time soon. He's picked up the habit of flipping pre-war coins to go wherever, having realized that his luck would probably set him on the right path. It didn't take long for him to learn he was the luckiest person on the planet, not with those encounters. His habit of flipping coins paid off time and time again, until a wanderer went up to Rogh and started a conversation. They told the man about Florida, and how he should never, ever go there. His reply, was this: "Well, pardner... We'll flip a coin, both of us. Either land on heads, I'll stay. But with tails..." Rogh had warned the man, who didn't have a coin on him. Rogh lent him one.

The results? Two tails.

[ImpLaughs]

Appearance

Patches Rutledge, The Treasure Hunter; 22

Primary Skills: Survival, Small Guns, Speech

SPECIAL
S: 3
P: 7
E: 5
C: 6
I: 6
A: 6
L: 7

Inventory

Leather armor
Deathclaw Tooth Necklace
Goggles
leather gloves
backpack with a change of clothes
Anything I forgot to mention that's in the picture
10mm pistol
hunting rifle
combat knife
canteen for water
a small journal with a few pencils
several bobby pins
a few cans of food
a few strips of brahmin jerky
a silver, flip lighter

History

Patches grew up in the coastal region referred to as Charlie's Town. Though, no one quite knows who Charlie is or how he claims ownership of the vast, South Carolina area. He, Patches, was born in the city of The Citadel, built in and around what was once a military college, where he lived with his family; mom, dad, sister, and a brother. Being the middle child, Patches felt like an outsider in his family. He took to wading through the public library of The Citadel. There, he befriended the librarian, a crazy old man who had the energy of a toddler but the body of a dying scholar. Though his family was not poor, they certainly were not rich either as they took to living in The Dogs Den, a slum area in The Citadel, close to the Ashley River of Charlie's Town. His dad was the Dogs Den's resident doctor, having learned how to care for others from his own father, while Patches' mom spent her days working in the diner closer to the center of town. His older sister, after attending class taught by militia, would hang out with her friends while Patches and his younger brother kept to themselves.

And that's how they lived for a while. Patches would spend as much time as he could in the library with the old scholar, learning of times since gone, and of the wars people had fought. And the adventures they had. He eventually happened upon a, somehow still in tact, biography of a man named Heinrich Schliemann. A German archaeologist, or treasure hunter, who found locations mentioned in an old poem about war in Greece. Patches fell in love with the idea of doing what he did. There was so much to see of the world, though it was certainly dangerous, and he grew tired of seeing it through the eyes of writers. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.

This thought led to him venturing to different parts of The Citadel, finding all the nooks and crannies he could, eavesdropping on people, tailing others, climbing the buildings, he was a true explorer of the city. But as he grew older, after his mother died from a robbery, he felt he had outgrown his adventuring tendencies. His friends had convinced him to join the militia, to defend another robbery from taking someone else's mother. Although, as soon as he had finished his training, one of his friends, Jet Set, ran to his group gasping for breath. "I've found s-s-something wicked!" He said, "A place full of shiny shit!" It piqued everyone's interest, especially the adventurer inside of Patches.

It was agreed that after graduation, they would spend their last free day outside of The Citadel; to find where Jet Set had found treasure. They immediately got lost. Traveling the winding streets of the urban jungle that was Charlie's Town, each having only cadet weapons, they decided to rest inside an apartment building. That's when the raiders attacked. Faces painted white with powder and giant poofy wigs, the raiders took out half of them before they too were killed. Now only a group of three, Patches began to have second thoughts on finding the treasure but he couldn't let his friends die in vain. Together, he, Jet Set, and Carlos Vasquez ventured towards the Charleston museum.

But Jet had failed to mention the Deathclaw. Immediately, Carlos was killed as Patches and Jet ran through the museum as quick as they could to hide. Three days passed as they hid in the museum, the Deathclaw having them trapped, until they heard gunfire. Peeking their head out, they saw Patches' dad, Jet's uncle, and a few militia men calling for them. Sadly, they didn't know of the Deathclaw. The fight broke out, if you could call it a fight, as the Deathclaw killed the militia men while sustaining heavy injuries. Eventually only Patches' dad was left, he couldn't sit back and watch his father die, so he and Jet ran forward to kill the beast with a dilapidated spear cavemen used to use. Right through the heart, the spear went, but not before the Deathclaw had its claws in the chest of Patches' dad. He died a few minutes after.

Both of them feared what had happened from their excursion but both knew they had to go back to tell the tale. Patches took the tooth of the Deathclaw, the only treasure he deserved from this trip, as they left the museum to go back home. They were met with a scolding, punished for leaving the city but ultimately everyone was glad someone had made it back alive. Both of them were kicked out from the militia, though, as they were deemed too unruly for enlistment. Broken and traumatized, Patches and Jet did what they could to earn caps around The Citadel. Eventually Patches' sister joined the militia, after their dad died, and quickly rose through the ranks to lead campaigns into other parts of the region to recruit others into The Citadel. His little brother grew ill, though, and became too sick to leave his bed. Fearing that they hadn't the money to pay for his health, Patches had to turn to scavenging to trade to keep his brother alive.

Over time, his brother would get better, Jet would leave as nothing was left for him, and Patches' sister would return claiming to have seen true horrors far north. With her suffering from PTSD, Patches was now the man of the house. His younger brother was still too weak to do much physical work and his sister spent most of her time drinking away what she had seen. Scavenging had not proved fruitful for Patches, so he turned to the last thing he could...gambling. He was good at it. A little too good. He soon garnered the attention of a local crime boss who wanted him to play with his money, quadruple what he gave him, or he would oust Patches as a cheat and criminal. He already had a bad reputation around town, so Patches played the game. He played, and he lost. Big time. Furious, Don O'Donovan beat him senseless and took him out of town to kill him. But when he reached the outskirts of town, he saw Patches' look and gave him a warning.

"Next time I see you, you either have my money...or you and your brother and sister are dead." Fantastic. He was now exiled from Charlie's Town, The Citadel, and had to leave his family behind lest they die. He promised he would return to get revenge on Don O'Donovan, pay off his debt, help his family, and gain respect; he just needed to find a way to do that. He scavenged up and down the east coast until he came to a small town where a man said untold riches were kept in a place deep south. It was the most dangerous place in the world, but also the richest.

The ultimate place to hunt for treasure...Florida.

[EurmalEye]

@ImpLaughs Lol I was just making a character with an extremely similar concept to yours haha

[ImpLaughs]

@EurmalEye :D Ahaha sorry, friend! I don't see a reason why you can't make a similar one, though! TREASURE HUNTING BROS!

[EurmalEye]

@ImpLaughs Lol it happens! I'll make some adjustments so they aren't too similar but if you are cool with it- heck yeah treasure hunting bros!

[ProPro]

We'll see how much treasure is left for you to find after Joshua is done blowing everything to high hell. ;D

[ImpLaughs]

@EurmalEye I've never been more sure of something as I am right now. I need Treasure Bros.

@ProPro Well we'll get the treasure, then you can blow up what we leave behind, duh xD This squad seems like the best ever!

[ProPro]

@ImpLaughs Ah, but how do you expect to get to the treasure while it's being guarded? I need to blow up all the things around the treasure first! ... But don't worry, I'm sure I can fix whatever I end up breaking. ;D

[Orlan]

@MarsAdept When is this set compared to the games? Just so I have something specific with events to work on.

[POOHEAD189]

Question, would a companion be too much to ask? I want my guy to be a Vault Dweller, but I want to recreate my fondest memories of killing wasteland scum with a ghoul buddy by my side. Or a dog. Or a mutated alligator named Sebastian.

[MarsAdept]

@Orlan This rp is set after the events in fallout 4, though that would have little to no impact on this region. Project purity did get activated like in fallout 3 by brotherhood hands. I could imagine the DC BoS sending some scouts south but their main focus continues to be the commonwealth. As far as the West coast, Legion lost the second battle of Hoover dam during the events of New Vegas and is trying to invade the NCR while holding onto its vast territories after the death of Ceaser.

@POOHEAD189A companion is not out of the question. If you want one, feel free. And that goes for anyone actually. If you want a companion and can do it justice than you can have one. Also, a mutated alligator named Sebastion could easily be doglike enough to qualify.

[Ammokkx]

_{baby deathclaw companion confirmed}

In all seriousness, I'm good without one. Doesn't make much sense with my character.

[Orlan]

An old man with a dog and a hatred of super mutants, might be a decent bloke.

Lewellyn

Just add Old Compatriot and that's the duo.

Name: Elias Lewellyn Powell

Alias: The Capital Hunter, The Commonwealth Carver.

Age: 60

Gender: Male

Race: Human.

Primary Skills: Guns, explosives and science.

SPECIAL:
Strength: 3
Perception: 9
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 4
Luck: 5

Gear/inventory:
A hunting rifle
A combat knife
Five bottles of scotch
A thick overcoat with leather armour beneath it he often wears
Camping equipment
Old Compatriot: an Airedale Terrier Lewellyn met a year ago
Five traps of varying type and quality

History: Elias was born to a large family of hunters somewhere in the heart of America, him, two pre-war ghoul ancestors, his parents and grandparents as well as one brother. Lewellyn's birth coincided with his father's return, dragging in a dead deathclaw matriarch, one of the Powell family's best outings for around thirty years. Lewellyn's grandfather saw this as a good omen, making it his responsibility to teach the boy the family trade. For eleven years the old man taught the talented boy every nuance of hunting and cooking the Powell family knew.

When the boy was 17 he and his family fought against a horde-like mass of super mutants, out of the terrible conflict the young man was the only survivor. Since then he's made a name for himself as both a terminal tackler and a talented hunter, publicly showing his hatred of super mutants at the same time. After travelling around the eastern half of America for thirty three years the Commonwealth Carver has made one constant companion, a mutated Airedale Terrier he calls the Old Compatriot, or Ol'Com, a dog he just found had been following the hunter for a week, finally deciding to keep the almost adorable thing around:

Old Compatriot

Elias was told of Florida about five months after Ol'Com, and of the mutants that lived in it... It sounded like the perfect place to both hunt and conduct two new hobbies; Treasure Taking and Scavenging, which oddly enough isn't too difficult when a hunting rifle makes a reasonable substitute for a bobby pin in emergencies... or a bomb if it's a serious emergency.

[ProPro]

@Orlan I'm sure we shall have many a great arguments.

[Orlan]

Oh certainly, an old man and an even older super mutant arguing over who has the best explosives, over how superior or inferior super mutants are, probably even over which mutated traveller is better, Ol'Com or Joshua, maybe even over how good a hunting rifle is compared to a rocket launcher that gives the Railroad ideas.

[MarsAdept]

@ProPro@Ammokkx@ImpLaughs All your characters are approved. Please post your CS over in the CS thread.