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Current All I've heard is bad things about it but I'm willing to give it a solid chance. Still, it's REALLY funny to me that the soundtrack for it has heavy metal. Everything in me says that shouldn't be, lol
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My sister sent me a message saying "I got you a rare Fallout game!" only to send me a picture of her holding a copy of Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel. šŸ˜­ SHE PAID 70 DOLLARS FOR IT.
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Added to my post. I hope none of the other guys snore. And girls and boys sleeping in the same room? This isnā€™t going to end well.
Freeshooter92 said
He certainly wasn't talking about Bowletta.


Oh, come on now. Just look at that face. You know you love it.

Anyway, Iā€™m thinking about making a young lady who grew up in one of the experimental vaults, located in what used to be North Carolina. I still have to work out the details on how she got west, but Iā€™ve got a few ideas. Iā€™ll start on the sheet tomorrow, as its late here and I have to wake up at a decent hour.

One question to any of you Fallout experts; Vaults, are they numbered based on location, or is it completely random?
TheDrunkTank said
This looks beautiful


My interest is beautiful, eh?
Iā€™m going to go ahead and throw in my interest. Is there anything I should know about the story so far before rolling up a character sheet?
I bet you wished you had sensitive teeth right now, eh?
This exact question is why one day, I wish to make android bodies that we can insert out conscious selves into to practically make humans immortal. Although I doubt that Iā€™d have the resources to pull off such a task, itā€™s even more unlikely that such a feat would be accomplished in our lifetime. And even if it was, and I wasnā€™t the one to invent it, it would be so expensive that I wouldnā€™t even be able to afford it. Uh, Iā€™m actually really terrified of death. The idea of not existing is frightening beyond compensation. In fact, Iā€™d probably accept existing in a proverbial hell instead of not at all. Maybe.
Oh. Oooooooooooh. Those numbers in front of the date, thatā€™s the time. Right. Anyway, posted.

Hey Scribbles, Deanā€™s probably the only one who wouldnā€™t be offended if Bishop decided to room with him. If it means anything, he doesnā€™t have much of an opinion on Britain.
Well, so much for pleasant conversation. This was probably a blessing in disguise; everyone here was either tired or unusually friendly. The last thing Dean wanted was somebody jumping down his throat for simply saying hello. It was probably better to stay with the norm to not seem as strange as the Englishman. Although, Dean couldnā€™t help but smirk at the sight of him with his arm around the guy from China. Just for that, he thought an introduction was in order. ā€œMy name is Dean Spear. Itā€™s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Bishop.ā€ If he didnā€™t know any better, this whole situation would be a setup for a bad joke. And by the looks of some of the people in the group as the elevator went on the decent, this might just be that. Nearly everything looked like a half-finished home renovation project. And if the people in the base were a family, than it would be dysfunctional at best. At worst? Thereā€™d be a divorce. The only thing Dean wanted right now was to get some rest, so hopefully his brothers and sisters wouldnā€™t cause too much of a ruckus. He looked ahead at the various rooms that were available to him, and with no preference on sleeping space, Dean picked a door at random. ā€œHey, Echo Squad gets that room.ā€ Grumbled a guard just as Dean held the doorknob; now fairly confused. ā€œWait, you meanā€¦ā€ The guard just stared on blankly, as if heā€™s gone through this process before. ā€œEach squad gets a room. Echo sets up in there.ā€ At the reveal, it was a bit of a disappointment. Bunks lined the walls, one over the other. Each and every one of these people would have to sleep in the same room. With a nervous gulp, Dean scuttled over to a bottom bunk in the corner, and slid his small bag of personals and sword under the bed. He was very particular about people touching his things. If one could do anything to get on Deanā€™s bad side, itā€™d be to set their hands on his prized katana without permission, and no one ever got permission.
I think I remember watching shitty instructional films about how sex is bad and youā€™ll get super STDā€™s thatā€™ll melt your dick off. Also, we did this weird thing where we anonymously asked questions by writing them on paper slips that went into a bowl. Most of them were obnoxious young teen trash, but what sucks is that we canā€™t even feel comfortable to ask sex questions unless itā€™s anonymous.
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