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"Even after all this time, there's still a lot to see in the wastes." A Fallout RP account. A Wastelander. A woman trying to find her way in the wastes, looking for a settlement and opportunities.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀⠀⠀⠀y ⠀una⠀vez⠀crucificado , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀entonces⠀usen⠀sus⠀ https://t.co/qujdKqj1lJ⠀

i’d also like to take a moment to recognize pete plasma, inventor of the plasma line of weapons, for promptly turning… I’d like to say about… four of them into goop and permanently disfiguring a fifth. thank you, pete plasma.

want to take a moment to recognize the group of raiders that had me pinned down in a canyon pass for about— maybe about an hour and a half. great effort. really enjoyed their use of the grenade launcher to try and blow my cover up. super smart.

// big shoutout to having to actually work at work… smh… got pulled away for a bit but i’ll be back in a bit :D

// “no family”

dirty is a mindset. but i wouldn’t expect a rabid, disgusting little wastelander that’s only ever known filth to know what it’s like to be 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. i’m nothing like you. never 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣, never 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚.

oh— that’s really just too rich. i 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 this armor and i 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 this rifle. i 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 for the mere 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 to even be 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 for wearing it. so don’t give me that 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, you dirty wasteland fuck.

that really hurts, y’know… especially coming from the dirty little wastelander who probably has to sift through shit to survive. eat a bag of dicks.

what do i look like to you?? a library?? find it yourself.

read a book sometime, waster, communistic is absolutely a word.

Yeah yeah yeah— keep making your strange, made-up sounds. Just lets me know how evil and communistic you are.

Don’t spew your anti-american gobbledygook at me, wastelander.

try not to poke around the commonwealth too much so 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 for not knowing what the fuck that is. be my guest— take as much time as you need too, I know reading isn’t your strong suit.

oh sorry— wasn’t aware that a prerequisite for “seeing shit” was visiting every podunk shithole i find to see if they know how to read, write, and operate a printing press. …and where even is that?? diamond city?? doesn’t even sound real.

y’know what people don’t make anymore? newspapers. i’ve been hoofing it out here for six some odd years and i can’t say i’ve ever seen one. then again— not sure many people out here can write let alone read.

the wasteland really is healing.

crazy— think that’s the first guy i’ve met out here that isn’t a complete FREAK like SOME OF YOU.

Won’t step on your toes if you don’t step on mine. I’m sure we’ll get along 𝘫𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘴𝘵 fine. [ You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks, a rare sight for him. ] On occasion— won’t turn one down if you’re offering, though.