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"Names are irrelevant at this point. Second time, maybe, if there is a second time. Anyway, you could say I do some traveling. Almost every city near the ocean has it's own purifying process, but I like Aqua Pura the best, but it's not as good as... Well.. You're too young to know the...

He walked out of the shop, placing the bag of thermite in his bag. He couldn't obtain alcohol or gasoline, but that was low on his list of priorities, what he really needed was the location of Vault 251. He began walking back towards the saloon, until he heard a voice, "Do you have any water?"...

"Yep, still want the thermite. And what about isopropyl alcohol or gasoline?" He reached into his pocket pulling out his electric cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and took a couple puffs, pulling the thermite towards him, "Oh, and do you by chance, know where I could find Vault 251?"

As he had said, about an hour later he walked back into the gunshop, holding the two bags, the two bike frames strapped onto his backpack. He walked to the counter, "Magnesium." He set the 10 pound bag on the counter, "Aluminum." He then set the other bag on the counter. He took off his...

He listened to the man talk about metals, then watched the conversation between the two, after Bonesaw left, "Hold onto that thermite for a little bit. I'll be back in an hour or so." He turned and walked out the door. He took off his backpack and knelt down, drawing a map from his backpack. He...

"A grenade would not suit my needs. And why should I pay over 1,000 caps for something I could make myself? And as for the nitro, I need something that burns, but doesn't explode, and don't worry about the magnesium anymore... By the way, do you know if magnesium is worth very much?"

"Oh... Just enough to burn through twelve feet of steel, so like three or four pounds. By the way, do you know where I might be able to come across some raw magnesium and gasoline or oil? Maybe even some isopropyl? ...And maybe some information, as well. By the way, how much will this thermite...

(Sorry, I forgot to mention my char was in Maxim's Saloon.) Not even 20 minutes in town and he was already annoyed, along with the frustration of not having a real purpose. He decided to head to the gunshop, to see if his pathetic amount of caps could fill his empty magazines. As he was...

Looks nice, but one problem I found. How can the KRISS Super-V shoot 17 round bursts with a 13 round magazine?

Kay. So. I wrote a book, I think it would be pretty cool if that was made into a game. Basically, it's split up into acts. Each act is a different mission. Kinda like Nocturne, if you ever played it. I imagine it to be a first or third person shooter. The variety of missions vary, from...

I've been playing Sims 2 and Most Wanted. Although I wouldn't mind getting my hands on a copy of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Shadow of Chernobyl.

He sat at the bar, the bandana he usually wore around his face down around his neck, his white gloves sitting on the bar next to him. He wrapped his hand around his glass, filled with 2/3 whiskey and 1/3 Nuka-Cola. 20 years had passed since he actually had a purpose. He had spent the time...

((Bump?))

He took was seemed like a unnecessarily long drag from his cigarette. He didn't exhale the smoke, he simply let the breath from his voice expel the smoke from his mouth, "California for a bit. Then I might be headed out to the east coast. How much would that AK cost after the repairs?" He ashed...

He walked down the street, wearing another black suit, except this time he wore a white vest, white gloves and a white bandana around his face, adding contrast to the rest of his black clothing. He entered the alleyway, pulling the bandana off his face to around his neck. As he approached Eddie...

Skytzoe took a drag of his cigarette as he watched the ghoul disappear into the crowd. He looked at his watch, turning the dial on the face. He turned and began walking back to his hotel, dropping the cigarette and stepping it out. The druggie twitched, sliding the magazine into the handgun...

"Alright. So, half?" He took his backpack off and reached into it. He pulled out two black leather bags, then a white leather bag about half the size of the other two. He handed them to the ghoul, "I'm feeling generous. Here's 250, you don't need to worry about it now, I'd just rather get it...

"I'm not planning any trouble. I'm just planning a trip, back to California. You know how the wastes can be, deathclaws, yao guais, raiders. You don't know how useful a high-caliber handgun can be against those first two." He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling through his nose...

"I guess you could say I travel alot. And what would a doctor do? Give me a stimpack and some bandages, tell me to take it easy? Besides, who else have you met that can do this?" He took a drag off his cigarette, then uncovered the hole in his throat. He closed his mouth then exhaled the drag...

His immediate reaction was to place his hand over the wound and press it tight, keeping pressure on it. With his free hand he took the cigarette from his mouth. He moved his hand for a moment to press the burning tip of the cigarette against the puncture. He replaced his hand over his throat...