I'm still here, bit sick at the moment though.
Marcus XVI Member
STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 6 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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Hmmm, with who should I interact?
Well in that case we can go assuming then that Max is raving to himself then.
For just a second Max's expression changed to that of barely controlled fury. "The hell does it take to keep those c- fucks down? Back in the day we blew up a friggin' oil rig on their faces an' that took their friggin' president with it." After a brief - rather curse laden - tirade the old man spat on the ground and collected his composure. "Hell, Should have taken a friggin' power armor AND a friggin' gauss minigun from good ol' California... The fuckin' Enclave wouldn't be so though when faced with 90 000 fuckin' shots per fuckin' minute!" Max paused to take a deep breath and lifted his hands apologetically. "Sorry, I tend to get a bit miffed when the Enclave is around, guess you need a little shuteye so I won't be botherin' you further." The old man nodded politely to Par, turned on his heels and began walking away. As he walked Max shouldered the blade of his and removed his leather coat to reveal a rather worn - slightly padded - vault suit with the yellow numbers proudly indicating 13.
It's a shame the Enclave don't have a nuclear powered oil rig to blow up this time around...
Also I made a post. It's not a long one, but gets the point across.
Max had gotten far more fun out of the day than he had gotten in years - heck, it even got a bit exciting to tell the truth. He had politely followed after Par and the other fellow who's name the old man hadn't quite caught. When they finally arrived back to Liberty Island and Par was heading towards the truck the old man politely stopped him. "Kid, there are a few things I wish to ask - nothin' too personal or anythin' like that. You see... I got a lot of enemies - well, less than back in the west, but... aaanyways. We got rid of them in the West, don't know about the situation in D.C, but heard that they are having difficulty there too..." Max sighed and rolled his eyes. "I have heard only a few reports so I ain't sure what's true or not so... Is it true the Enclave has a base in the area?"
The plot details sound nifty. Max is gonna have one heck of a time fighting against the Enclave again. ^^ Sorry I havn't been able to post. Still a bit sick.
Damnably sorry I havn't been posting. I have a nasty case of the fever. I'll do my best to get a post up asap.
To Max's credit it had to be said that he moved surprisingly spryly for someone of his age. Admittedly he had noticeable difficulty keeping up with a Yao Guai going at full speed. When he finally caught up with Par the old man was wheezing and coughing. "Damnit, kid. That sure was something." Max smirkwd as he planted the curved blade to the ground to keep himself standing. Upon closer inspection the weapon's blade was like that of an oversized combat knife - probably taken from a very large super mutant or something of the like.
It took a moment for Max to steady his breath and finally straighten up properly. "Heck, you sure got a nice little pet there. Not quite one of them smart deathclaws I used to travel with, but hot damn! Guess I should have brought some power armor with me from back west..." The old man shook his head and spat on the ground. "Now just look at me, ramblin' on like that - forgettin' manners and all that. The name is Sawyer, Max Sawyer." He politely offered his right hand to Par.
It took a moment for Max to steady his breath and finally straighten up properly. "Heck, you sure got a nice little pet there. Not quite one of them smart deathclaws I used to travel with, but hot damn! Guess I should have brought some power armor with me from back west..." The old man shook his head and spat on the ground. "Now just look at me, ramblin' on like that - forgettin' manners and all that. The name is Sawyer, Max Sawyer." He politely offered his right hand to Par.
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