He woke up in a dangerous world, wondering what the hell happened to him. He takes a look around and sees big green dudes shooting huge armored people with miniguns. What happened?
This is basically Fallout 4, but if I was in it, and if it was more...
I've gained a little more of my memories, but not enough to fully understand who I am. Maxson made a decision over these few month, though. A big one...
Bryson: The pryden is leaving the commonwealth?!
Smith: Yeah, I found it hard to believe myself.
Cassandra: Alright! I sure am excited to get out of this place. We killed just about every mutant, ghoul, and syth here.
Rose: I'm ready to see where we're headed next.
Smith: More than likely back to the capital wastland at the citadel.
Bryson: That's where the brotherhood's main base is, right?
Smith: Yeah, that's where we're headed.
Bryson: Hm.
Smith: We have some time before we go though. Wanna do one last mission before we leave this place?
Everyone: Hell yeah!
We decided to go back to that super mall for fun. This time we could just go straight through the door, being as the security was down. I was ready to pick up some new guns that I missed. You see, I was in a rush so I put together the best things I could. We were all gonna get a little treat from that place and some other neat spots before we left.
We got off the vertiberd and walked in.
Bryson: Hey, Dean. Remember when you pissed yourself in this very spot?
Everyone except for Rose started laughing.
Rose: Hey!
We walked into that gun store, and just like before, it was filled with nop notch guns and ammo.
Cassandra: *wistle* My my...
Smith: I love guns... I'll just take this 10 mm pistol.
Bryson: Wait. *takes it and does that one thing where I listen to it* Not this one. Take this one. This is what a gun should sound like.
Smith: But they look the same.
Bryson: But one's gears are just a little less efficient and are more likely to lock up.
Smith: I'll take your word for it.
Cassandra: I'm no gun expert, but I sure love me the kick of a 44.
Bryson: Same here.
Rose: Woah... Is that a Walther PPK?
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Bryson: That it is.
Rose: My gosh... *picks it up* I used to have one of these, but I sold it for um... Drug money...
I pat his back and he cheered up.
Rose: This one is a lot better than my last one.
Bryson: It fits you too. Its a nice reliable gun, so you can't go wrong.
