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My current Courier wearing Vera Keyes’s dress. I love that dress so much...And Dead Money is my favorite DLC in New Vegas.

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So, I got bored, and I roleplay a LOT on an app called Discord, and, well...I like making interesting characters. This is Ash. Ash can’t actually use a gun, I just thought it’d be funny to draw a ghost person with a gun.

Also the thing on her wrist isn’t a Pip-Boy, it’s a kind of TTS (text to speech) device.

(also if you haven’t played the Dead Money DLC for Fallout New Vegas, I recommend you watch some vids. Or at least look up what a ghost person is.)

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My Courier and companions watching the sun rise. Decided Arcade suited his Followers outfit better and used the black combat armor I gave him to repair my own XD.

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My Courier Six, who I named Brooklyn Autumn, and companion Arcade Gannon crouched watching the sunset. I have ED-E as my other companion.

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Maybe it's just me, but it seems a bit short lol

the Fallout 3 one shot thing? It wasn’t supposed to be that long as it’s not attached to any bigger story, it’s just a small piece on it’s own.

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Fallout 3 One-Shot

I sit and stare at a pile of rocks in front of me, wind blowing through my hair, chilling me. I wrap my black coat tighter around me, and shiver. Stars glitter icily out of a pitch black sky, and a half-moon dusts everything slightly silver. In the darkness, I can just about make out the floodlights above the rock pile, broken and rusted where they sit, the last time they were used being two hundred years ago. These old lights are one of two markers left of what this place used to be. The other marker is the uncomfortably hard concrete slope I'm sat on the top of.

This is all that remains of my home, the place I grew up in.

During the first few weeks since this place was blown to pieces, I used to look for weak cracks in the rock pile. Places where, if placed in just the right way, I could tuck a mini nuke into the gap and blast these rocks out of the way, and get back in through the front door again. I soon gave up after realizing that, even if I did achieve that, all that would be left for me are rads and deep, unending darkness. After that fun realization, I spent my time here crying, raging, even plotting revenge. Now I just sit in front of the old entrance, silent and still as the stone in front of me, wrapped in an air of sadness, lost dreams, nostalgia, even regret.

I stand, and dust myself off, before picking up my bag and giving the entrance one last look, a look to say goodbye. There's nothing left for me here anymore, and it's been a month. I need to let go, move on.

And with these thoughts, I turn away and leave Raven Rock behind for good, without looking back.

It feels like I'm leaving part of myself behind.