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Guest
Guest
A powerful looking man clad in worn, battle-scarred combat armour drops an empty Nuka-Cola bottle and stares into the horizon. He can barely make out a small campfire in the distance. He glances down at the two .223 pistols holstered at his hip and breathes deeply.
This stranger is unknown to the wasteland. With a shrouded past, and an uncertain future, he walks slowly towards the distant light...
This stranger is unknown to the wasteland. With a shrouded past, and an uncertain future, he walks slowly towards the distant light...