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Fuckin' A!!!!

Edden checked her caps and made sure her investment was secure. Rama wasn't a gambler, and knowing him, he bet on surer things. Which meant, he knew something more. But it didn't matter. Money was the least of her worries. Only the killing and the carnage that kept her on. It was all that...

Excellent. Truly you are a genius!!!! *Gives Corpse a cool looing cookie*

We eat the kid?

"Sounds simple enough." Rama began, his voice oddly more human then before, not filled with the thin disdain it often carried. "So we keep the maggots off, right? As you said, we could have stirred up a hornets nest. I hope we have enough bullets for the hornets." Edden took a drag of...

We can keep them along, shows the uneasy truce. Kilrick in one hand wants to the do the rigfht thing, and in the other he has a handful of barves and mercs who want that kids head on a rusty spike. I'm game. Just don't expect Edden to like it, though she'd respect Kilrick's decision, though...

"Send them for the maggots. Fuckin' dead weights anyway." Edden muttered. "Or you can let me have them... been so long since I had some..." Edden felt a slap against the back of her head, and her first instinct was to draw her gun and blast the fool who... "Enough." Rama had grabbed the...

Edden gave the kid a hard look and then turned to Wolf. "Hey, any booze for me?" She gave him a smile, that even a drunk man could have recognized as a genuine smile. Wolf offered her the bottle. "Cheers." She took a chug and whiped the excess fluid from her lips and then turned her sites...

Okay, I know the FUCK utility had something to do with it, but I may have to dig deep to find it... Thanks anyhow....

"Anyone have any grenades?" Edden asked, she wanted to get back at those bastards. No one carves her flesh and gets away with it. No one. She had finished loading the Tacitcal shotgun with flachette shells and her beretta was loaded with fresh clips. A couple molotov cocktails. It was her way...

Yo, I'm a real noob when it comes to modding, but my friend Rama gave me the editor as well as collection of utilities, now, I am playing Fallout 1 and I wanted to know if there was a way I could modify Ian, Tycho, Dogmeat and Katja... and perhaps even add a new NPC? Is it possible? Just lead...

I am now... Thanks for not eating my ass... Was down with the flu and all.

OOC: thanks for the save, was ill for the week that's why I was away. IC: Edden grabbed her bleeding arm and was trembling from both rage, she drew her beretta and made sure it was loaded. "I'll be damned if they eat me again," Her voice was rigid with rage. The she saw Wolf and softened...

"Well, I guess that ends the search, eh?" Edden said as she grabbed a cigarette from hher pack and lit up.

Edden couldn't help swallow her disgust. "THey ate the children?!" her amber eyes blazed with murder, for violence and death were on the brain. "Rama let's go... We gotta teach those children eaters a thing or three." As she stormed off, she stopped dead in her tracks. Rama grabbed her...

"Ol' Talon's pops, knew the pipes like the back of his hand. I recall some group or the other had them mapped out." Edden put in.

Edden gave Wolf a simple wave and look that said, 'Come back alive... Or else, I will gauge your eye out from your broken corpse and skull fuck you.' Take a last drag from a Black death roll, Edden stomped the fag out and turned to Kilrick to get an eye out on that map. "Tell me, Boss. Has...

The flint scraped against the already razor edge of Edden's many combat knives. Sharp objects against soft organs always made her feel all tingly inside. She had learned severly ways to kill a man with these blades. The human anatomy and its weak points were thoroughly studied, and sometimes...

Edden gave a nodd, "Too true, Wolf, too true. I can't blame a guy for tryin'... Hell with effort, you may never know." She took a gentle swig of the copper liquid. "But for now... the answer is no... Gotta keep my merchandise kept safe. And besides, I like girls. Long story." Wolf gave an...

The clench of .12ga rounds being reloaded into the chamber filled the silence of the mutant rig. Edden had changed the scatter rounds to solid slug. Better distance and harder punch. Two Beretta 9mms and a H&K MP-5. The shotgun had plenty of rounds, so for now, she needed stopping power. And she...