THANK YOUTHANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH
THE CONFIDENCE BOOST IS AMAZING
I'M SO FLATTERED!
Nomads of the Nuclear Desert 3Before bedding down, I ditch my armour and my weapon with the rest of my ammo on the floor, swiftly swapping it for the recon armour I had stripped from the previous owner of the shack. I examine the assault rifle with almost tangible pleasure. It is almost in peak condition, shiny and new. I root around, finding more ammo, a supply or food and some merc letters and papers. I pocket them for later study almost instinctively, the raider philosophy refusing to die. This was obviously a permanent home. Dreary décor of a few mugs, rotten food and a faded Vault-Boy grins stupidly at me, waving at the slogan "Vault Secure". I sniff at it, befoNomads of the Nuclear Desert 3
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Through the dull green hue of my slightly dented scope, I can see the scrawled words on the door, the headless corpse outside. "Looks fresh" I think to myself. Slowly getting up and easing my aching body into motion, walking down the hill. The abused power armour hissing as the hydraulics work to keep the heavy exo moving.
After some walking I reach the barbed wire fence surrounding the small blood soaked hut. Crouching and pulling out a pair of laser rifles I creep up towards the house, keeping check of my surroundings. With each step scanning the landscape for more like the girl inside the shack or any multi
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War, in essence, has never changed. One human being is destroying the life of another. From the cave fights of our ancestors six million years ago, to the vastly devastating nuclear war of only two hundred years ago, it just brings crushing poverty, pain, struggle and inevitably, death. I don't think my adversities are any different from that of the battle-weary soldier. Like him, I must be on constant vigilance, fight daily for my life, survive on the most meagre of food and tools and receive little if any thanks. Because of one mans arrogance, one mans incredible evil, I found myself traversing this unliveable lan
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Matt and Mello ar not dead! There just frozen!
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"The pain of the loss of a loved one cannot be measured in tears, but in the amount of times you smile when you remember them." -Me
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Gone
I will steal it and eat it...
Viciously
Take more flower pictures and send me some...
And then take up auto-mechanics because you're making the rest of the photographers around the world feel like mush!
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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