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I've played a lot over the last few years, my current character, Leash, is a little odd in that he doesn't even want to be in the current adventure. Rather his character goal is he wants to go home, but due to cooperate weasels, debts to the company, and an explosive built into his head he's not...

I finally found it, we can die happy now: Fury 3

Flattened against the wall, Chester occasionally peeked out to fire a quick volley of shots before ducking away again. More and more laser and plasma blasts pinging off the hallway around him and his accomplices. Between shots he looked over at Trixie who was only just beginning to regain her...

Clutching his newly acquired Laser RCW Chester felt like a million dollars...or caps... whatever. It's a real prison-break now, just like in the old serials! The siren began wailing overhead as he thought this, lights beginning to flash, the alarm ringing through the hallways and corridors...

Chester watched Trixie babble her plan to the two of them, moving back and forth, fixing her device to the door. He glanced sideways at #209 who's expression pretty much mirrored Chester's own opinion on the matter. The plan sounded risky, insane, and low chances of success... so probably just...

"Well if you have a small knife or tweezers along with some tape..." He didn't move, thinking for a moment, his stock whizzing through his head, keeping a mental inventory on everything he collected. "Sorry, Ma'am, afraid to say I've no tweezers of the like on me; bathroom, toiletries, and...

"Hrmphh, this episode again?! I swear that those fellas only ever recorded 'bout three of these things." Chester grumbled, radio held close to his ear, only just getting the feint signal from GNR. Like a safe-cracker with a stethoscope he listened close, very slowly turning the dials this way...

from my experience I favour Sub over Dub in most instances. Dub often sounds incredibly detached, like the actor (regardless of how good they are in other things) never seem very involved in what they're saying, literally as though they're just reading the script, in many cases the voice sounds...

"Well they frisked me once, but considering it'd probably take them several hours to remove this stuff I guess they figured it wasn't worth their time. I mean what would an underground evil lair have against chewed up wiring, or a half-dead fission battery, or in this case one of these...

While it was certainly a relief to no longer be carrying almost an entire person's weight in junk, Chester felt oddly naked without his trademark rucksack, satchels, and other such bags. The guards had been decent enough not to remove his jacket, which in itself contained perhaps his smaller and...

I don't recall drinking anything that strong today... Chester thought, being shepherded along the corridors, glancing around at the new development. Robots, Enclave, Vaults, exploding brahmin... Dr Evil? What? Moon lasers? "Maybe eating that old pre-war Salisbury steak this morning wasn't a...

"Geez, not a single cap today..." Chester grunted, letting his bag close beside him. "Well if any of you fellas are desperate you know where to turn to!" He added, trying yet again to give a cheeky smile and a wink, though just like before it looked more like a leer. Noticing Robin had...

A slightly confused blink, followed by a low raspy Hrmmm was Chester's only response, he was about to resume his conversation with Trixie, that is before noticing she was pouring away her Sarsaparilla. "You ain't drinkin that? Cause I'll have it if you don't want it," he asked, watching it...

Chester smirked, watching the young lady vanish, leaving a barely visible wispy shape quivering in the air, before coming back into sight just as quickly as she had disappeared. "Mighty fine trick you have there, little Miss. Don't wish to imply nothin' but you don't look the violent type...

Chester flipped the lid of his storage box back down with a dull thump, before sitting ontop of it, sighing. Ah well, one born every minute... he thought, looking around the merchants, mechanics, guards, and the newfound Enclave grunts who now milled around one another, talking, arguing, or...