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Post by ғewp|leaf🍁 on Apr 18, 2019 22:11:57 GMT -5
Chance noticed a bunch of raiders. “ Yeah it’ll take a while!” he said after trying to kick them away
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Post by Protractor on Apr 18, 2019 22:17:48 GMT -5
"I heard about human experimenting."Jerome replied."I noticed a few odd mutants popping up but didn't think much of it."He remembered finding Benny trapped under a sort of snare with mutants closing in on him.
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Post by Protractor on Apr 18, 2019 22:33:39 GMT -5
"There are hardly any good motives any more."Jerome sighed and patted Benny's side."When we get to the right place I can make a Deathclaw Omlet."He offered.
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Post by Sour Candy on Apr 18, 2019 22:36:44 GMT -5
(Aaaa sorry I haven't replied yet, playing longer than I expected with my buddy)
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Post by Protractor on Apr 18, 2019 22:48:20 GMT -5
"Benny's got nests upon nests of Deathclaw eggs.I actually am starting to breed them."Jerome replied."Right now I only take one egg and let the rest hatch."
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Post by Protractor on Apr 18, 2019 23:04:05 GMT -5
(nite guys
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Post by Sour Candy on Apr 19, 2019 9:53:33 GMT -5
"Deathclaws eh?" Adam quickly said after he finally caught up, mysteriously without the canister of Jet he was given. He acted jittery, as if the world was in slow motion around him. "I've taken on a couple of those before they aren't really an issue if you have a ton of explosives!"
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Post by Sour Candy on Apr 19, 2019 13:04:19 GMT -5
"Deathclaw omelette?" Adam scratched his head. "Don't think I've ever had one of those, myself." He rested his grenade launcher on his shoulder as he walked. "Oh yeah, those things are basically just walking can openers. Though usually instead of cans they open anything that moves...but not unlike can openers, they don't mix well with explosives. Especially when you manage to jam a Nuka Grenade into their jaws..."
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 15:50:14 GMT -5
Jerome laughed."If I had 200 caps for every Deathclaw I've blown up I'd own the Strip."
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Post by ғewp|leaf🍁 on Apr 19, 2019 17:20:38 GMT -5
Chance ran farther from the group, going to a small lake.
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 17:25:51 GMT -5
"There are:Guns,knives,frying pans,protectotrons and so on."Jerome listed.
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 17:33:16 GMT -5
"You kiddin'?"Jerome exclaimed."A frying pan saved my life!I got cornered by a bunch of raiders and a frying pan was close by.Now there are three less raiders in the world."
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 18:09:23 GMT -5
"Chance will call if he needs help."
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Post by Sour Candy on Apr 19, 2019 19:54:27 GMT -5
Adam wasn't really paying attention, starting to zone out from his little trip. At least, until Ellie mentioned the Jet. After hearing this the chemmed-out maniac charged forward, his grenade launcher held firmly in his hands, making a beeline to a small town off in the distance. "Woo-hoo!"
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 19:55:16 GMT -5
"I'm fine,so long as there ain't no Powder Gangers there."Jerome replied.
(I am going to drop a Powder Ganger there lol
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Post by ғewp|leaf🍁 on Apr 19, 2019 21:00:39 GMT -5
Chance sat in a random cabin by the lake and sat there nothing to do. eventually he passed out
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Post by Protractor on Apr 19, 2019 21:02:49 GMT -5
(oof
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Post by ғewp|leaf🍁 on Apr 19, 2019 21:53:44 GMT -5
Chance wakes up in a chair, then gets up and heads outside where he walks to a town.
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Post by ғewp|leaf🍁 on Apr 19, 2019 22:22:52 GMT -5
Chance ended up bumping into the group. Not noticing them, too focused on his rotting finger.
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