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Looks like there's some new goody two shoes out in the wasteland. Who does this asshole think he is anyway? Taking bets on how long before something kills him!- Lord Deth of DETH 94.1 Pirate Radio


Rumors of masked man on a working old world motorcycle through the wasteland, fighting anything that's giving folks trouble. Kinda gives a guy hope. -Flint Fyrestone of Mojave News Radio


This guy a real hero or just a nut with some nice gear only time will tell.- Jimmy Reilly of NCR Radio




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Two-hundred years ago the world was scorched by atomic fire, leaving it scarred in a way it may never truly heal from. Things from before the bombs remain as mere glimpses of a bygone age, a simpler time of simpler lives. There are no more countries, no real cities just vast wastelands dotted by settlements of varying size. The lucky ones were given the opportunity to retreat into structures known as vaults to wait out the apocalypse, and the rest just had to cross their fingers, hope for the best and try and survive in the harsh times to come. Some managed to survive well into the present age...in the form of decaying zombie-like beings called Ghouls, just waiting for the day when their mental faculties eventually fail and they go feral. Many of the animals of the past have changed, mutated and adapted to this harsh new world, becoming bigger, and often a lot meaner. Worse than that there are the super mutants which are big, powerful and usually just smart enough to use weapons. Overall the world is a lot tougher for regular old humans these days but still we endure, even if many have just enough will in them to wait to die rather than just offing themselves.

The Mojave Wasteland, a place not hit as hard by the bombs, but filled with dangers nonetheless, finds itself home to a brewing storm at the eye of the storm is the brightly lit New Vegas and one of the few remaining functional sources of power known as the Hoover Dam, and the forces that seek to control them for their own reasons. This is all out of the mind of one man though, a courier for the MojaveExpress who is more concerned with getting a package from point A to point B, using his earnings to get parts to fix up an old world motorcycle he found in his travels. Fascinated by the idea of a "super hero" after seeing a pre-war holotape he seeks to become such a figure, and just maybe could do a little good for the wasteland.

Characters:
Coming Soon

Soundtrack:
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Chapters:
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So yeah this is more or less a Fallout fanfic, specifically New Vegas with some toku stylings that many here should be familiar with. Brain willing I'll actually finish this one, in the mean time here is the WIP stuff
 
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