A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
*Best faction leader*
*I'll interact soon*
*:D*
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Kinda... like my father. He always hid things" he says, slumping a little, "Emotions, secrets... people..." he sighs
"Gives ya something to fight against." He says, nudging them, "Always need a reason to wake up right?"
*okiiii, see ya later!*
*See ya, Wendi!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut for salem*
Mary smiles, watching her eyes happily
Mary tilts her head, "Did you want a hug?" She asks, putting her arms around them aswell
"If that is a type of hug, I agree" she says, laughing softly
She shakes her head, "Is that odd?"
"Sounds nice" she smiles
*time to be wholeheartedly stupid.*
A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents.
Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*FALLOUT 4 LAD*
*YEP! FALLOUT FOUR AND THE SERIES*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Best faction leader*
*I'll interact soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:D*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘