the butterfly man watches from the rooftop of a nearby building
Eventually, the cultist drags the choicest pieces over to a campfire he has set up in a nearby house. It's impressive that he can navigate with his blindfold and odd helmet.
Apollo *his name* cautiously drifts down from the building and comes closer to the strange man
The man is doing a mixture of what looks like cooking and religious ritual. After a bit, he stops to read his book. It has a large, dripping gash on the cover.
Apollo *his name* cautiously drifts down from the building and comes closer to the strange man
The man is doing a mixture of what looks like cooking and religious ritual. After a bit, he stops to read his book. It has a large, dripping gash on the cover.
it steps up to where it is right behind him, and peeks over his shoulder
Apollo *his name* cautiously drifts down from the building and comes closer to the strange man
The man is doing a mixture of what looks like cooking and religious ritual. After a bit, he stops to read his book. It has a large, dripping gash on the cover.
it steps up to where it is right behind him, and peeks over his shoulder
The man doesn't look up. The text seems to be in some foreign language, or at least some sort of cipher. "It would be best not to sneak up on people in the future unless you plan on killing them before they can hear you."
"Cooking and praying. The two go hand in hand. A meal is something to be thankful for, but if it goes wrong, you won't be as thankful for the food in the first place. Thus, I pray while I cook."
*back*
*Is this accurate to the Fallout lore? If so, I'm bringing in a cultist.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*yes*
*they might actually worship my character lol*
*Actually, I already have an idea. It's canonical that the Great Old Ones and supernatural elements exist in Fallout as of Fallout 3 and 4.*
At the edge of the Urbans, a man in rags wielding a strange knife is butchering a super mutant, frequently referring to a large book beside the body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
the butterfly man watches from the rooftop of a nearby building
Eventually, the cultist drags the choicest pieces over to a campfire he has set up in a nearby house. It's impressive that he can navigate with his blindfold and odd helmet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Apollo *his name* cautiously drifts down from the building and comes closer to the strange man
The man is doing a mixture of what looks like cooking and religious ritual. After a bit, he stops to read his book. It has a large, dripping gash on the cover.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*actually, not gonna have this be the butterfly guy, gonna go with a Mothman*
it steps up to where it is right behind him, and peeks over his shoulder
*Cutie*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The man doesn't look up. The text seems to be in some foreign language, or at least some sort of cipher. "It would be best not to sneak up on people in the future unless you plan on killing them before they can hear you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
he stumbles back and says in a buzzing voice.
"oh sorry, ummm, what are you doing?"
*ikr*
"Cooking and praying. The two go hand in hand. A meal is something to be thankful for, but if it goes wrong, you won't be as thankful for the food in the first place. Thus, I pray while I cook."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"who do you pray to?"
"Koszmar of the Starving Sleep."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"never heard of them, describe them"