Fallout: New Vegas Edition!
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				Title: <strong>Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 15:20:11</strong>
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				<strong>Old World Blues....</strong> <br><br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110723115807/fallout/images/b/ba/Kleinkryptapl.png) <br><br><br>You awake, naked and not alone. Several other people are scattered about, their naked bodies laying limp. As you blink several times to adjust to the dim light, you notice you appear to be in some kind of holding cell. The soft blue glow of the plasma field bathes you in its light. As you stretch your sore body you realize that a pip boy has been attached to your left wrist. <br><br>The cold steel floor does little to warm you, as you feel the cold air of the room. Across the plasma field you can make out several data terminals scattered about in some illogical array. Paper read outs seem to be pouring from them. The soft humming of the equipment is oddly soothing, if you take time time listen to it. <br><br>It is then that you see a large floating mechanical contraption float into the room. Several monitors jut out from its body and display disproportionate eyes. Atop the metal frame sits a brain encased in liquid. The mechanical creature seems to move side to side, as if examining you like a specimen.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hmm. Yes, yes! You all shall do. Forgive me for the headaches I surely have caused you, but, you see it was important to bring you HERE. We wouldn't want you...THERE. Nope. Absolutely not." The mechanical creature said in a rushed tone. Its voice high pitched and high strung. <br><br>Two small mechanical hands extended out of its spherical body and tapped the plasma field. "This is for my own protection. And yours. You have been selected to partake in research study. One that will provide numerous information and help me finally one up my colleague and rival!" The thing said, slipping a few feet away from the field. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 17:19:32</strong>
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				Eric groans as he awakens, moving his left hand up to rub his throbbing temples. His arm feels heavy, weighed down. That's when he notices the pip boy around his wrist. "What the fuck?" He asks, confused as he looks the device over. He's only ever seen these things on those vault dwellers. Is that where he is? In a vault?<br>&nbsp;<br>He looks down at himself to see if he's for some reason wearing a vault jumpsuit, only to find that he isn't. In fact, he isn't wearing anything! Well...that is except for the pip boy. He quickly clambers to his feet, hands moving to cover his exposed manhood as he looks around, searching for the son of a bitch responsible for this.<br>&nbsp;<br>He sees only other captives, naked like him. Then his eyes fall on one in particular. "Sierra!" He shouts, quickly moving over to her naked and still form, crouching down next to her and gently shaking her, trying to wake her up from whatever knockout drug was undoubtedly used on them. "Sierra...are you allright?" He asks as she seems to be coming around his eyes quickly scanning her body for any injuries. The only thing he saw was her smooth, tattooed flesh. He found it oddly beautiful. He quickly shakes such thoughts from his head as he helps her to her feet. "Any clue what the hell is going on here?" He asked, moments before that....that thing showed up.<br>&nbsp;<br>He glared at the odd machine as it spoke, the monitors making up a strange sort of face that, dispite its best attempts looked entierly inhuman. "What the hell are you? Where the fuck are we?" He asked, or rather, demanded. He glared and grimaced at the thing as it spoke about the research study and 'one upping' the competition. "And why the fuck would we want to help you do anything?" He asked bitterly, not much enjoying the thought of the....thing touching his sister. Which it obviously had to in order to strip her of her weapons and clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 17:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Naked!?!</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra awoke slowly, her head throbbing and her body aching. The floor she laid on was cold and hard and as she struggled to find her bearings she could hear Eric calling for her. His warm hand had reached down and touched her soft skin. Her eyes suddenly popped open as she realized she was naked! Her left hand reached...wait, what the hell? Why was she wearing a pip boy on her wrist!? <br><br>"The hell?" she exclaimed, looking at it then up at her brother and noticed he was wearing one. "Oh shit, this cant be good.." she said, reaching down between her legs and touching her small sex. She brought her hand up and examined it. She hadn't been raped. That was good! <br><br>Slowly Sierra stood with the help of her brother, hugging him tightly as she pressed her small chest into his. "Fuck! I thought we were going to die!" She exclaimed, and then heard the voice of the machine that peers at them like they were some kind of lab animals. "Hey, Asshole! What the fuck!? Let us out!" Sierra spat, flipping her middle finger off at the robot.&nbsp; <br><br>As the Robot went on with its little speech, the tattoo'd raider looked around, noticing there were other naked people about. Apparently this thing had a penchant for nude people. Sierra whipped her head back towards the robot, her long ebony tresses falling down her slender back.
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				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 18:16:36</strong>
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				It was all hazy, he could barely piece together his surroundings as the blurring dim light seeps through the opening of his eyelids. At first, everything seems normal and Tobias would've thought that he might be in one of his strange dreams. The first thing that he notices was the sudden breeze of cold air against his bare skin and it wasn't normal then and soon, he tries to straightened up even though his head still felt groggy. <br><br>The last thing he remembers was that, he was on a mission to escort a caravan to its destination when suddenly they were ambushed. Bullets flying around but he could barely see where they were coming from before someone or something hits him at the back of his head and his vision's blackened. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed then was the lack of clothing on him, he was in fact in the nude except for something that caught his eyes on his left wrist. <strong>"a Pip-boy?"</strong>, the word came out of his dry lips even as he rubbed the back of his head to make sure there wasn't any permanent damage there.<br><br>Later on a man's voice, shouting nearby and his eyes falls upon yet another pitiful soul, as confused and apparently naked as him. Only then did he realized that the survivors of the ambushed are all here, stripped of their clothing and equipped with the same looking pipboy on their wrists. Not long afterwards, a...floating object appears to them, examining the prisoners and tapping the prison cell they were in.<br><br><strong>"Because if we don't, we'll lose our usefulness..."</strong>, Tobias said in relation to the man's words on why they should help the odd looking floating object, <strong>"...and I doubt our...'friendly' host is going to let any of its guest leaves intact"</strong>. Despite their dire situation, Tobias finds that acting calm and cool would win out every time rather than brash and panicking for no reason and had even found the nerve to be sarcastic, after all, that is one of the first tenets he had learned when he was part of the rangers. Tobias then slowly stood up, not caring about his naked appearance nor making any attempt at hiding it even though at a presence of a girl and walked towards the floating object with only the plasma field cell separating them. <br><br><strong>"I must asked though..."</strong>, he said nonchalantly almost as if this situation has happen to him times and times before, <strong>"...but what happens to my equipment? I do so hope that it is not disposed off as rubbish? the armor and weapons that I had took years to acquire"</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 20:00:09</strong>
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				Janie woke up at the sound of shouting. She looked around and spotted the naked man cursing at a floating robot. Her first thought was how rude and annoying he was. But then she noticed he was naked, and so were other people nearby. Finally, she looked down, and saw that she took, was naked. Confused, she slowly crawled forward to try and listen in and figure out what happened.<br><br>The last thing she remembered was accepting a job to escort a caravan. She was a skilled defender, able to wrestle away many types of enemies, but her knowledge of the surrounding desert was poor, since she had spent most of her upbringing in a single camp. Escorting that caravan would have given her a good opportunity to explore the horizon as well as make some caps.<br><br>Now however, who knew where she was, and what this strange machine wanted. She sat down on the cold floor and kept listening, staying quiet for now. She didn't even bother trying to hide her nudity. She wasn't prude, and she knew what a fit body she had, so she never cared if others looked at her. In fact it seemed the only clothing she still had was a strange wristband that she had never seen before. All of this was very weird to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 23:03:50</strong>
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				He had woken before the rest of them, had been aware of his nudity and the strange thing the others had referred to as a Pip-Boy. But he hadn’t panicked. Because of who he was, he knew in his mind that there was a purpose, a reason behind everything that had and would ever happen to him. He let the others talk, and respected the calmness he could sense coming from one of them, who had simply asked after his equipment’s whereabouts. He then turned his head to a female who had crawled forward to hear everything. He noticed her pride in her body. She didn’t seem ashamed of being naked.<br><br>“Whoever you are,” he started, “let me tell you one thing. If you’re plan is to hurt us, kill us or to torture us I will hunt you down. I will find you and I will destroy you. While I’m not one to complain about being naked in a room with girls despite how cold it is, I don’t appreciate being held against my will. So watch yourself, or Karma will come back to get you!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 19:04:10</strong>
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				<strong>Threats of a New Kind!</strong> <br><br>"Oh dear there are no reasons to be so confrontational! My name is Dr. Klien, and I am in charge of the Think Tank here in Big MT. You have all been selected to partake in the most important study of your time!" Dr. Klien said, shifting side to side. Its mechanical hands moved awkwardly to help accentuate the important project! <br><br>The mechanical creature with the floating brain slipped backwards on its jets and moved to the side, showing you where all your gear laid. "I have kept your gear and it is in fine working order. You will need it after all. Attached to your wrists are the pip boy 3000! But they are not just ordinary pip boys! Think of them as...insurance that you will comply. If you try to harm myself or other members of the Think Tank, you will explode." Dr. Klien said in a rather mater of fact tone. <br><br>"Your tasks in this research is quite easy, really. You must simply survive the compound and its tests and you will be released back into the Wild Wastelands. Failure to do so will lead to death. Failure to participate will lead to death." Dr. Klein's voice sounded as if it was in a perpetual auto tune as it explained the rules of the so called 'Research Project'. <br><br>"When I leave this room the field will drop and you will be able to arm yourself. You will then try to make your way threw the laboratories and escape. Keep in mind you will be monitored. The people who manage to make it to the end will be rewarded with freedom! Does that not sound like fun!?" Dr. Klien chuckled, however it sounded fake and rather empty. Of course the robot brain did not wait for confirmation and instead turned around promptly and floated out of the room, and as promised the field dropped instantly. <br><br>((Your clothes are there as well. You bunch of nudists!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 19:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://s3.hubimg.com/u/293682_f260.jpg)</div>Kharma was the first who went over and grabbed his trusty Chinese Assault Rifle, Frag Grenades and his Shotgun for closer work. He grabbed these before even looking to see if his clothes were there also. But after he had his weapons near him, he looked around and just saw weapons and tools. That was okay though, he needed to be armed more than clothed if he was to listen to that machine thing. He looked over at the rest of them after making sure his rifle was in good working order like he had been told.<br><br>“Looks like our clothes are some place else,” he said with a shrug. “Either way, I’m guessing I’m going to need you guys co-operation if I’m going to get out of here alive. So come get you’re stuff.” He stepped out of the way of the weapons and tools, having only taken his, all though he wouldn’t have minded taking some of the others gear as well.<br><br>“Don’t worry, I don’t kill people. At least as long as they don’t try to kill me! That’s why my names Karma.” He added with no hint of a smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 20:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/fallout/images/7/70/FNV_Desert_Ranger.png)</div>Tobias sighed as the plasma field drop, and he tilts his head in confusion as his eyes follows the floating-machine as it make its way off the room. It seems, they are being treated as a lab rat and this is all a game to them but at least he's not being subjected to any harmful or painful experimentation. Throughout his career as the NCR veteran ranger, he had heard countless wasteland legend about the origin of all the monsters of the wasteland and that it is indeed not by natural means that these creatures became what they are. However, he had simply dismissed most of these stories as mere myths and baseless rumors but now he is about to find out how true those legends are.<br><br>The mercenary looked behind him towards his naked cellmates before turning his attention towards the pile of equipments laid out before them. He went over and inspect those equipments, many of them are in perfect condition and untempered with. <strong>"Good, this isn't looking too bad so far..."</strong>, he said in relation to the perfect working condition of his own gears. After awhile of sifting through the pile, he finally found all of his equipments.<br><br>He has his trusty marksman carbine with him atlast, a weapon that isn't too popular amongst many of the NCR veteran rangers back when he was serving in that unit. He stomped the magazine into its slot and fired a shot at the door where Dr. Klein (as the machine had introduces itself) use to leave the room and so the bullet hit the wall safely away from the other cellmates. Satisfied with the condition on his weapon, he began to don himself his suit of armor. Contrary to what most people believed, the NCR ranger combat armor were based upon the old LAPD riot armor which was later called Desert ranger armor in the days following the Great War. Having researched about this and the fact that Tobias felt most secure in one of this armor than any other armors or clothes to be found in the wasteland, he finally set out to find one of these combat suits which is not associated with the New California Republic.<br><br>The brown and worn out Trench coat fits nicely around the combat vest within, painted in the desert camouflage color. The brown colored worn out khaki trousers also fits nicely with the color of the trench coat and the vest within. He then took the helmet, which is in many way similar in form and shape to the veteran ranger's except for the green colored colored eyes of the helmet, and held it in his arm, not yet ready to wore it over his head.<br><br><strong>"Well, that comes as obvious don't you think?"</strong>, he said with a smug at Karma's comment on the situation and how they should cooperate.<br><br><strong>"my guts however, tells me that that...'thing' is not to be trusted though but since they have the 'leverage'"</strong>, he said gesturing to the pip-boy, <strong>"...I guess we have no choice but to comply with their demand,...for now"</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 21:20:38</strong>
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				Eric moved with his sister Sierra to the stock pile of equipment, trying to position himself as best he could to block the other men's view of his naked sister protectively. He didn't like the idea of them eyeing her up, even as they collected their weapons.<br><br><br>Unlike the others, his clothes were the first things he grabbed. Pulling on his tattered red sweats and grabbing his custom made vest. He was quite sure the others would find his choice of clothing odd. Old tires fashioned together to make a vest and duct tape hand and feet wraps...quite the fashion statement. He didn't care though. Only thing that truly mattered was making sure he and his sister got out of this mess alive. The rest...well, whatever happens, happens.<br><br><br>Once he was dressed he collected his weapons. A hunting rifle fitted with a long range scope, and custom fitted breach which made it easier to pull back the bolt, increasing overall firing speed, if only slightly. He also had a silenced 9mm pistol and his trusty spiked knuckles for closer engagements. But from his load out it was obvious he wasn't very interested in a fair fight. He's more the sneak up and shoot people in the back of the head kind of person.<br><br><br>He grinned as he noticed the last piece of his equipment. He was sure that whoever had brought them here would have taken it for themselves. He grabbed the stealth boy from the back of the locker and slid it onto his other wrist just waiting for the need to actually be used. <br><br><br>He looked around the room at the others. "So...now where the hell are we supposed to go? The floating ass hat didn't say where these tests are." He comments, just wanting to get this ordeal over and done with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 21:32:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Sierra</span></span><br><em>Locked and loaded!</em><br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866); <br>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br><br><hr> <br><br>Sierra had moved up, slipping on her clothes with little modesty. She taken to wear little, considering the Mojave was a hot mess. The torn fishnet stockings did little to hide her smooth legs and the small top hid her small breasts from view. She had intricate tattoos up and down her arms. She had multiple piercings on her lips and ears and nose. As well as one in her eye brow. <br><br>Sierra's choice of weapon was the 9mm which she holstered on her leg and a simple assault rifle that she wore across her back on a makeshift sling. A pair of interesting goggles sat upon her head, her long ebony strands covering most of it. It had been taken off a dead merc years ago and offered night vision and guided aiming for the user.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing back at her brother she gave him a nod towards the door. "I guess we head out the door and try to find a way out of this hell hole.." Sierra remarked standing next to her brother. It had been at least a day since she had eaten or drank and there were no food sources scattered about the room. Her stomach growled audibly. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 21:58:49</strong>
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				Janie slowly moved out of the cage after the others then went to the pile of stuff on the table. She watched the others grab their gear and clothes, listening to the dialog. Then she looked over at her gear and slowly started dressing up. She had her camo pants, hard boots, and small tank top, not covering a whole lot of her ripped body.<br><br>She then grabbed her hunting knifes which she put into her boots holsters, one in each, and her trusty police baton which she hanged from the top of her pants. Compared with some of the others, she seemed literally defenseless. She didn't even carry a gun. But what she lacked in range fighting abilities she more than made up in close combat, able to defeat many foes with her melee weapons or her bare hands.<br><br>She moved near the door and leaned on the wall, crossing her arms and watching the others in silent. The truth was she didn't know where they were, but then again she hadn't known where the caravan was going either. It didn't seem all that different to her, it would be a new challenge in a new location. She tried to look at the situation in a pragmatic way and not stress out over details. She seemed calm and ready for action.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 22:34:10</strong>
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				<strong>The Game is Afoot!</strong> <br><br>(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110731140838/fallout/images/thumb/c/ce/Doctor_Mobius.jpg/240px-Doctor_Mobius.jpg)<br><br>Dr. Klien had by now made its way to a hidden and secured room. Inside was set up several monitors that glowed with data. From these terminals it could see everywhere inside the complex. It floated to the center and joined its companion whom looked very similar to itself.&nbsp; <br><br>"You do realize that it will take all but mere SECONDS! For them to crush your plans, don't you?" asked the other robot, whom went by the name of Dr. Mobius. <br><br>"Hush you! We shall see who's plans come to fruition!" Dr. Klien sputtered back, floating to the console and pressing a few random buttons. "If you will observe I am releasing an Odorless gas threw the air ducts as we speak. My special formula will increase the aggressiveness of the male specimens! They will tear each other apart in their own greedy desires. I predict over time they will try to claim the women as their own, much like male Lions do when needing to breed!" <br><br>Scoffing it an odd electronic voice, Dr. Mobius slipped closer and pressed a few buttons on his console. "Your social experiments bore me, Klien! Let us see how well they can handle themselves!" Dr. Mobius exclaimed! <br><br><strong>Meanwhile, inside the holding room...</strong> <br><br>As the group of survivors gathered their gear and contemplated what to do next, the sounds of doors unlocking down the hall could be heard. There were 3 doors on each side of the hall way, all of them marked with a number 1-6. The odd's were on the left and the evens on the right. There was only way way down the hall way and it seemed to turn left at the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mannik</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 22:50:51</strong>
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				Eric moved into the hall, gazing at the differed doors which all seemed to be unlocking. "Hmm...which door?" He asked, more to himself than anyone else. He knew they were likely just as confused and confounded about the whole thing as he was. The most logical choice was to start with door number 1.&nbsp; But what if that wast Dr. Klien's plan? What if he had set a trap? It was most likely they were all some sort of trap, but Eric was good with traps. Mines, tripwires, turrets...he's seen just about everything in his days as a raider. <br><br><br>He turned to his sister for advice. While he might be the one with the book smarts, she was usually better at reading a situation than he was. "What do you think? See what's behind door number one?" He asked, reaching out, ready to open the door at her command.<br><br><br>He wasn't so sure his plan was a good one, but he did know he didn't want to just wait around in the holding room. Something was making him feel on edge. His heart was starting to race and his breathing was growing heavy. He couldn't help thinking that the desert ranger over there was staring at Sierra. Of course, there was no way to be sure, he couldn't see the guy's eyes through that gas mask he wore. The thought of it made his blood begin to boil.<br><br><br>Eric shook his head, trying to clear it of such thoughts. Now was not the time to get into a pissing contest. Besides, if he did make a pass at Sierra she could handle herself just fine. She certainly sent enough of their raider buddies to their bunks with broken balls for trying to get too friendly with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fallout: New Vegas Edition!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TreyWalker</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 18:09:08</strong>
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				He was growing impatient and he didn’t know why. He looked at the group and then directly at the man and woman couple. They looked related, but he couldn’t be 100 per cent sure. All he knew was only one of them had actually even responded to him. The others all seemed to be wrapped up in their own little world. And if they were going to survive this, they needed to take action. And they needed to work as a team. And right now, he didn’t even know their names, let alone if they could work as a team.<br><br>Karma moved ahead of them and went over to door number 2. He turned to face them all and puffed out his chest. “Look, we got to take one of these doors. Unless one of you is going to make a decision, I guess I’ll have to be the one with some balls and open this door,” he stated. He looked at them all and moved his hand towards the door, giving a quick winks to the girl who hadn’t said anything yet in a show of bravado.<br>
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