I thank Shadss before scrambling over to the ruins and resuming my search.
"So Shadss, what's your story?" I yell over at him, knife halfway out of makeshift sheathe invade I'm attacked.
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I'm eccentric. Crazy means you suffer from insanity. Eccentric means you enjoy it. See above.
"Well..." I pause, "Theres not mutch to tell really, I was born near Tatin, a town a few miles north, I worked on a maize farm, raised brahmin and a few horses, and when I was sixteen raiders burned my village to the ground, the only thing I could scavange from the fire was this necklace. I then wandered the wastes, drifting from house to house and anywhere people would let me stay, and then I found found Nontig...what, 2 years ago. I stayed there, I developed an addiction to achohol, Marty and I became the best of friends, I did odd jobs around to earn caps for food and Marty's drinks, helped Lacey around her shop, Worked the farm outside the town...I was a worker I guess...I ocasianaly explored the outside world but it always lead me back to Nontig...what about you, whats your story?
I enter the Nontig medical center casually, there is a blonde headed assistant working at a slow pace, I ask her "Excuse me miss, but where is the supply closet?" She looks at me with big green eyes and mutters in an scared tone "Down the hall and to the right, but if I may, why are your eyes that color?" I feel an itch scratch my brain...."If it matters, my father was a drinker....an alcoholic...and a scientist....one day he says to my mother....."Honey, your very smart, can we try something?" She agreed, he cut her open, alive....I walked in to see her dying scream....My father however was laughing...... madly.....He comes at me with a scalpel and a syringe and says " C'mon my boy, lets form a hypothesis, my guess is, you won't survive" 4 hours of grueling torture later, he messed with my way of thinking which sometimes forces me to kill at random, and with that, my eye color was changed.....funny story right"......She's speechless as I continue to walk towards the supply room.....((OOC)) how will we do looting
Preston sits on a rock, it was over looking a small den of mutated dogs. His dog sits by his side digging in a mule rat's corpse. He stands up, and starts walking away. He whistles and his dog follows. The dog tag clinks together creating a very loud sound. The mutated dogs hear it, and start after Preston, who is now running beside his dog. He is losing his breath. He decides too use up the bullets of his gun. Although, he noticed a red barrel to the right. He sees worn-off paint, a symbol of it being flammable. He shoots the 9 mm round into the barrel. A blast of fire shoots out, creating a fire wall, killing 2 out of the 3 dogs. His pet is fighting the surviving dog. The mutated dog is now bleeding from the neck, fleeing.
"Back, boy" *Bark*
I shrug.
"Nothing. At all. Like, amnesia or some sh*t. My first memory is of being 12, and after that just day to day survival, getting raped, getting captured at the Vegas Strip... that's it." I reply to Shadss, continuing my search with renewed vigor.
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I'm eccentric. Crazy means you suffer from insanity. Eccentric means you enjoy it. See above.
"So Shadss, what's your story?" I yell over at him, knife halfway out of makeshift sheathe invade I'm attacked.
"Back, boy" *Bark*
"Nothing. At all. Like, amnesia or some sh*t. My first memory is of being 12, and after that just day to day survival, getting raped, getting captured at the Vegas Strip... that's it." I reply to Shadss, continuing my search with renewed vigor.