Fallout Relaunch
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In the Mojave desert, many years after the great atomic war, a courier named Cobalt is shot in the head over a package he doesn't even know what is.
This young man has gotten himself into so much more than he could have ever dreamed. The fate of his home pressing down on him from the moment he took on the job to run that package to the New Vegas Strip.
This is a rewriting of Fallout New Vegas that will include major spoilers for it and all it's DLCs. This story will inevitably flow into Fallout 4 and it's DLCs as well. Hopefully this will bring satisfaction to those who didn't like any of the games endings or resolutions to major questions like I did.
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