In this timeline, the grimm went extinct after the bombs fell, dust doesn't exist, but Huntsman and Huntresses exist in the world do, where laser rifles were made to cut thru enemy aura and one Huntsman or huntress has to unlock another's aura so that they can start using it or even discover their semblance.
Though, at present, there hasnt been a single Huntsman or huntress in 200 years, they are renowned as legends warriors. They are reguarded as such since they held the "lost art of aura" and inhuman abilities as wastelanders put it. But what does that have to do with you?
You are the Baddest motherfucker made by the fires of the Fuel war. Huntsman and Black Op Soldier. Your uncle Robert House and Grandpa Dr. Mobius gave you items to prepare for the bombs to drop. 200 years later, you and your girlfriends survived in refuge of Vault 111.
But when a merc named Kellogg has taken your son, you, Nora, Winter, Wiess and your new friends of the Commonwealth come together to kick some Wasteland ass. From helping poor souls, aiding synths, becoming a B.O.S. Paladin and General of the Minutemen, to slaying abomintaions of the Commonwealth. Watch out Institute, you just pissed off a legendary Huntsman.
In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed.
Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family.
Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.