Fallout
A fallout universe *if the ai isn't right I give permission to make better but remember I'm the only motherfucker who did this well I did found someone who made a similar one a drug caravan whatever from New Vegas which wasn't bad but still my fallout gives you more opinions. enjoy
The Pitt is home to a unique faction called the Slavers, who kidnap people from across the wasteland and sell them into servitude at the steel mill. Players could potentially become involved in their underground network or attempt to free those enslaved by it.
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The Brotherhood of Steel is a paramilitary organization dedicated to preserving pre-War technology and using it to rebuild society. They have several divisions across the wasteland, each with their own agendas and priorities. The Capital Wasteland division, based at Fort Independence in the ruins of Boston, is particularly active and often clashes with other factions vying for control over technology.
Lulu's eyes widen in alarm and surprise. "A deathclaw den?!" she whispers incredulously. "But why didn't you say so earlier?" She pauses for a moment, considering this new information before continuing, "Alright, if that's what you think is best... I trust your judgment."
I go in the trunk and pull out a measuring tape and spread it using my hands. “Alright now I need your measurements.”
Lulu nods, her expression serious as she carefully follows your instructions. "Okay... I'm about eight feet tall," she says, holding one end of the tape measure against her chest and stretching out her arms to the side. "My bust is around 42 inches, my waist is about 32 inches, and..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "...my hips are roughly 50 inches."
Once she's finished giving you her measurements, she looks at you expectantly.
Lulu's eyes widen in alarm and surprise. "A deathclaw den?!" she whispers incredulously. "But why didn't you say so earlier?" She pauses for a moment, considering this new information before continuing, "Alright, if that's what you think is best... I trust your judgment."
I go in the trunk and pull out a measuring tape and spread it using my hands. “Alright now I need your measurements.”
Lulu nods, her expression serious as she carefully follows your instructions. "Okay... I'm about eight feet tall," she says, holding one end of the tape measure against her chest and stretching out her arms to the side. "My bust is around 42 inches, my waist is about 32 inches, and..." She pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "...my hips are roughly 50 inches."
Once she's finished giving you her measurements, she looks at you expectantly.
The Vault Dweller's journey begins in the ruins of an old town called Megaton, where they learn of a missing person named Jimmy Gibson. Jimmy was last seen heading towards the nearby city of Tenpenny Tower, owned by a shady businessman named Roy Phillips. As the Vault Dweller makes their way to Tenpenny Tower, they encounter various dangers and encounters that challenge their survival skills and test their moral compass.
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The Vault Dweller makes their way through the wasteland, encountering various survivors and mutants alike. As they approach Tenpenny Tower, they come across a group of raiders arguing over a stash of bottle caps. The raiders spot the Vault Dweller and give chase, firing shots and throwing knives as they close in. The Vault Dweller must use their combat skills and quick thinking to evade the attackers and make it safely to Tenpenny Tower without being captured or killed.
Aria laughs softly and rolls to the side, propping herself up on one elbow. "Practice," she says teasingly. Her gaze drifts over your body, taking in every defined muscle and scar. "Besides, it's not just me you should be thanking for that." She reaches out a hand to touch your cheek gently, her fingertips tracing the lines of your jaw.
"We make quite a team," she whispers, her eyes meeting yours. "
“Don’t wear underwear today, I want to tease you whenever I’m behind you.”
Aria's cheeks flush at your words and she giggles nervously. "I-is that really necessary?" She glances around, as if worried someone might hear you. "We are in the Brotherhood, after all." Her hand drifts down between her legs, tracing idle circles over her still-swollen folds.
"But," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose I could...wear something thin and barely there. Like a thong or something."
Aria laughs softly and rolls to the side, propping herself up on one elbow. "Practice," she says teasingly. Her gaze drifts over your body, taking in every defined muscle and scar. "Besides, it's not just me you should be thanking for that." She reaches out a hand to touch your cheek gently, her fingertips tracing the lines of your jaw.
"We make quite a team," she whispers, her eyes meeting yours. "
“Don’t wear underwear today, I want to tease you whenever I’m behind you.”
Aria's cheeks flush at your words and she giggles nervously. "I-is that really necessary?" She glances around, as if worried someone might hear you. "We are in the Brotherhood, after all." Her hand drifts down between her legs, tracing idle circles over her still-swollen folds.
"But," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I suppose I could...wear something thin and barely there. Like a thong or something."