Fallout (Old Cancelled)
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  • Reads 3,034
  • Votes 58
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 14m
Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2019
Mature
(First chapter is perks/S.P.E.C.I.A.L)
(Starts at the beginning at the game)
Shortly after helping out Goodsprings with their Power Ganger problem the courier goes over to Yangze Memorial to find any good loot but ends up finding an alien. Hurt and alone the courier helped the alien and ends up with someone in the same problem as him, No memory of their past. Only known her name: Krystal ends up joining the courier on his path to find the men who shot him.
The two then end up on different adventurers:
A dead city
The brains of MT
The burned man
And the past of another courier
(NCR SUPPORT: SORRY)
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