Fallout: NV Time to get a move along
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  • Reads 1,565
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  • Parts 32
  • Time 2h 59m
Ongoing, First published Mar 15, 2013
Mature
The Mojave Wasteland. The enigmatic dustbowl of a rabbit hole for this homesick Alice. For the Courier, things seem easy around Goodsprings. That place holds the only memories she has of her life as of now- some time after her almost fatal injury. Between the mundane houses, dusty bar and small social status, she has chosen to leave.
She is now facing the real dangers and awes of the elusive Mojave Desert.
Maybe there she would find a light in this darkly, irradiated cess pool of secrets..and figure what her life was like before.
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