Fallout: New Mexico
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  • Partes 10
  • Hora 59m
  • LECTURAS 82
  • Votos 8
  • Partes 10
  • Hora 59m
Concluida, Has publicado nov 20, 2020
In 2077, the resource wars reached an all time high with total nuclear annihilations, no one knows who fired first but everyone can agree one one thing... In 2077, society ceased to exists...

In 2106, the state of New Mexico has little interest to outsiders, the different raider gangs control portions of the southern part of the state while wastelanders  inhabit settlements that are either heavily guarded or so remote the raiders can't bother messing with them. Life is peaceful until one day when a new faction arrives that may be friend, or may be foe.
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