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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Trashcan Jesus:
3/31/2016 2:24:21 AM
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Hey I'm not the dumbass who's being used by the -blam!-ing post-apocalyptic Natzhees. Unless they're from Chicago, they're nothing more than remnants.
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You think I wanted to be with those assholes? Having to deal with their shit for years?
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Kill em. It's not hard. I've been doing it for years.
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SO THAT THEY COULD PRESS A -blam!-ING BUTTON AND TURN THE ENTIRE NORTHERN US INTO A CRATER.
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Eh. I don't really give a -blam!-. I prefer the West.
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I don't even know who you work with.... Railroad? Or whatever's left of the Minutemen? Or are you just some lone murdering psychopath grieving for their dead wife and son?
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 3/31/2016 2:39:48 AMNope. I'M THE MOTHER-blam!-ING MAILMAN! WOOOOOOOH! Shot in the head by some mobster -blam!-wit, and I'm pretty sure that made me insane.
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You sound like one of those Caesar's Legion shitheads...
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Nah. Wiped them out too. They're a joke. So was the NCR.... And House.... And the Enclave, for that matter...
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Heh... And you talk about not chilling in the Commonwealth...
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I like the West better. Not so drab, and more people to sell stuff too and kill for stuff to sell.
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I've mostly stayed in the North-East myself. [spoiler]I didn't tell Maya this, but used to be part of a Gunner gang. Got wiped out by BoS, I shut myself down in a small room, and they found me. After that...[/spoiler]
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[b]..........[/b]
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...shit...
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Oooh the Talon Company knock-offs? I usually hunt them for the good gear to sell...
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Yep. After I got taken in by the Brotherhood, they outfitted me with some tech. Eye laser enhancements, some new blades, hidden Laser Rifles that could replace the blades by transforming, more armor, all of that crap.
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So what you're telling me is, I should scrap you and sell you for parts?
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Unless you want to have blades sticking from your neck, or disintegrated, or at least torn to shreds, please... From your original reaction at my existence, it seems you dislike me greatly...
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You can try, hotshot, but you ain't doin' too much to power armor, particularly a heavily modified set using technology from a whole different dimension back before the Great War.
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So you're from another dimension too...
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No. I'm from the same one you are, from some town in NCR territory. I'm just hella well-traveled outside of that dimension.
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Really? Last I recall, mine was where the Brotherhood had annihilated half of their enemies, and cloned multiple versions of...yours truly.
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Eh. I think we're from different derivatives of the same timeline. Shit's weird that way.
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Maybe... The Brotherhood is quite powerful where I was.
