#fo2 lenny

[l3r40l]

nostalgia hit me in the eye

[pigeonrocks]

gho uls :]

[noodle8]

haiiii did a redraw of one of my favorite shitposts :)

link to og down below!!

https://www.tumblr.com/noodle8/613198429628383232/big-fo2-cringe-compilation?source=share

[sealz888]

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[ghoulschooldropout]

Maybe draaawww your interpretation of Lenny? from FO2

still haven't played fo2 yet, but this is my impression of him after skimming his tag & the wiki :)

[menacingmetal]

kinda had this idea of a chosen one oc whos a buff femme

[radioactive-reactions]

Fo2 companions reacting to the Chosen One crashing the highwayman please! luckily avoiding any serious injuries

It makes me really happy when the classic games are still shown love- it really speaks to their quality that people are still fans of them even twenty years on. The Fallout 2 companions especially are a fun bunch...

In all honesty, this should have been expected- it wasn’t like Arroyo had a driving school. 

Barely a mile down the road from the Den, the Chosen One had managed to swerve their brand-new car right into a cactus. The dry cactus crumpled under the weight of two tons of steel, and all would have been fine... had the Chosen One not then overcorrected and driven into a rock immediately afterward. 

Cassidy was sprawled over the dashboard, unwilling to move before the initial pain subsided completely. “Damn it... I got into a crash just like this back in ‘03...” Wincing, he gradually peeled himself off the dashboard, rubbing at his aching joints. “...Still better than Vault City.”

Goris’ cloak was shaken loose in the initial impact, leaving the massive deathclaw fully exposed- which was almost as much of a shock to him as the crash. He lost his footing on the car, writhing around in the dust as he tried to rationalize what had just happened. “Ah! What-” It took a while for him to get to his feet, looking about as embarrassed as a seven-foot-tall biologically engineered killing machine could. “...Oh, how silly of me. Maybe I should drive next time?”

Lenny was catapulted to the back seats, where he quickly attempted to right himself. “E-everything hurts... b-but then again, e-everything was hurtin’ a-anyway. Ow. F-feel like a herd’a brahmin j-just trampled me half to d-damn death.”

Marcus' grip on the roof slipped, and he was sent flying over the hood. He hit the ground hard- but he was as resilient as ever, simply getting up and dusting himself off. “Well, that was fun. I figured there was probably some reason these things weren’t so popular. Guess we just found out.”

Myron staggered away from the car, holding an absolutely tiny cut on his forehead like it was a gaping wound. “Fuck, man! Fuck! My face! Get me some meds, you idiot, I’m dying over here!”

Skynet had flipped onto its side, leaving its treads spinning in the empty air. “Chassis damage: 10.6% Eradicate obstacle. Skynet will be victorious!”

Sulik just sat there for a while, letting the New California sun beat down on him. "You see now why we not trust metal caravan. Something that easy, always comes with price. Price here? Humiliation. Now we walk.”

[bosbinnsusb]

Add Myron to the party or draw 25 cards.

Lenny, Marcus, and Goris draw 25 cards in solidarity.

[lonethottie]

I’ve been playing FO2 

[pigeonrocks]

Kinda poorly made??? Animatic thing??

[lesvegas]

god i love lenny i see why some of u are obsessed now

[noodle8]

OMG FOR THE BINGO: the gorgeous stuttering badass, the one and only, Lenny

LOVE THIS GUY, THE LENNY

the "they got done dirty by the creators" is due to avellone being weirdly mean to lenny btw :(

[jennystahl]

Dogmeat trotted ahead of her, pushing the already-slightly-ajar metal door open with his nose, sniffing furiously at the ground. Vesna followed, using her foot to keep the rusty door open. No doubt the mutt was smelling for whoever was inhabiting the shack—you could smell a ghoul before you saw one, and this was Gecko. You couldn’t toss a coin in the air without hitting a ghoul around these parts.

Inside were two. Ghouls—she was fascinated by them—their physiology, mainly. But she wasn’t here to gawk, she was here to inquire. Before she could say a word a quiet, gravelly voice came from the other side of the shack. Dogmeat let out a low growl.

“You look j-just like her.”

Vesna tore her gaze from the one-eyed, particularly-green ghoul sat at the desk and looked to the owner of the voice. “Who?”

“The V-Vault Dweller. I heard you were c-coming around. You’re her d-descendant, aren’t you? You know, I s-saw her once.” A sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, contorting what remained of his flesh.

“You met my grandmother?” Vesna took a step inside, letting the shack’s door bang shut behind her.

The ghoul, shorter than most she had met, gave a nod. “Well, I saw her, like I s-said. She s-saved us in N-Necropolis. Must be 80 years p-past now...”

Vesna had heard the stories plenty of times, or at least some version of the stories that happened so long before. Her mother and her grandfather recounted them whenever they got the chance, as her great-grandmother Sveta died before she was born. But yes, she heard the stories—and there was a single picture. Torn and worn, but a printed picture nonetheless, and she saw the similarities. The freckles, the nose, the green eyes—

“I c-can’t get over how much you look like her...”

[neuroticreno]

lenny my boy,,,