Navarro
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  • Reads 112
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 5
  • Time 2h 8m
Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2023
Well, hello Fallout 2 and hello world that completely fucked up. However, I can't give up. Is it scary? Well yes. It it cruel? Oh sure it is! Everyone wants to live, and especially me. Of all the skills I can only speak. And i'm good talker, this skill can help to save my pelt. There is no choice in the game, there is only a scripts. But now it doesn't. And i'm free to go and do whatever i want. So I will only go to one bastion of relative safety. To Navarro.
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