Denver Dogs
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  • Reads 26
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 5
  • Time 50m
Ongoing, First published May 12, 2024
An angry bounty hunter and Follower of the Apocalypse with a desperate desire for peace but too much rage to achieve it.
A former Legionnaire repressing his homosexuality, forced to leave the Legion after a confrontation turned bloody.
A Followers doctor trying to fix everyone else's problems but refusing to confront their own.
A jet addicted ghoul trying to fill the hole where his family once fit, before the war lead to their death.
An NCR veteran who turned to drugs to cope with memories of her enslavement by the Legion.

All these broken people find themselves together, forced to confront their own issues as they are hounded by the ever expanding Legion, but unable to properly  help themselves or one another.

Denver Dogs is a fallout fanfic I made with my OC's as it's characters, set in a mixture of the settings described in both New Vegas and interplay's cancelled Fallout Van Buren, as well as bits of pieces of Fallout 1 and 2. I hope you enjoy it!
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