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4/27/2015 7:36:03 PM
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*death claws die and cower oddly* *the ground shakes* *a man runs up to you* COLE! COLE!
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What?
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Your...your house! In new Vegas? Fiends assaulted and burnt it down! And took everything! ....your...companion was also in the fire....she didn't make it....
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Huh? I dont live in new vegas and who is this "she"?
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What?! There was a woman there living with your last name. We...thought she was your wife...
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What, i have no idea of what you speak of. *holds up hands* Im not married see?
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But....then.... She took everything from your account though! Your money,your savings. Everything!
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*loads caravan shotgun * Where is this b****?!
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Well. We think she died in the fire. But we couldn't find a body.... *you hear laughing in the distance* [i]GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....[/i]
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F***! She's obviously alive then.
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Please don't hurt me sir!
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I wont luckly...
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Thank you sir! *runs away*
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*shoots your knee* Doesn't mean your not useful, because you are in a way.
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Ah!!! NO SIR NO!! *death claws come* PLEASE SIR!!! HELP ME!!!
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*drags you into my hideout *
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Thank...thank you sir! My...I'm...awfully tired... *feints due to blood loss*
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*injects stimpak * Now... what did you see back in new vegas?
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There...was a fire in the lucky 38. We put the fire out but the entire penthouse was burnt. Along with all its...valuables. The woman we assumed was your wife lived there ever since you disappeared.... Don't you remember the lucky 38 was your property?
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Carrie that b****.
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I...I'm sorry sir? She called...herself...herself marry! [spoiler]hidden identity?[/spoiler]
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Edited by H3ADSH0T DUDE: 4/28/2015 1:51:29 AM[spoiler]yeah[/spoiler] Its my sister why would she say that?
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I-I don't know sir! Please don't feed be to a pack of mutants!!! PLEEEASE!!! *feints* [spoiler]lol. Going to bed.[/spoiler]
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I wont...
