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This elicits indescribable joy

#fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #craig boone #boone #silly little video #video #they’re just a lil guy

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The One Man Atomic Calamity

Made this because my daydream-music video in my head was so cool I had to.

Music: “Survival” -Muse

Play through update:

About to face Ulysses

I am quite literally paused in front of the elevator as I type this.

#WAIT HOLD ON THIS IS SO COOL #geiger #fallout new vegas

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#fallout 4 #john hancock #nick valentine #fallout #losing my mind over this pairing

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What Makes a Man a Monster?

Chapter 4: Man are the only animal who cause their own downfall.

This one is going to probably be pretty fun :3 (ALSO I FIXED THE SPACING SO IT ISNT JUST ALL A WALL OF TEXT ANYMORE SORRY FOR THAT IN PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.)

Sixer continued his trip, or whatever this was to wherever he was going next.

It was a good thing that soldier didn't bother him, because Sixer didn't want to have to deal with being wanted by the NCR again.

His walks were silent, no words spoken by him. Because his words were never really his own, were they? And many times he couldn't even tell if that voice in his head was really speaking.

Because he didn't have a voice, not his own anyways.

He would have to be careful, with the NCR base up ahead. The roads were long as always, but they can always be made longer with altercations with... Distasteful Governments. COUGH COUGH ANY GOVER-

So walking inconspicuously along the road, Sixer passed the NCR base, which he did not care to know the name of, the traders loitering around not even bothering to try to pick their sales onto this obviously broke and homeless man.

Continuing on, He passed by a group of ants feasting on a dead Radscorpion, taking hunks of flesh back to their family? do ants have familial bonds? fuck if I know man.

Dust obscured the farther distance and where the ants were heading. Sixer watched them for a moment, he had and has all the time in the world.

One of the ants noticed Sixer's prescence and made a cautious clicking noise, which Sixer put his hands in the air and stepped back slowly.

[Speech 30/25 I'm goin man, don't mind me my good Sir? M'am? Uh.. M'ant?]

(Success)

Somehow the ant was convinced and nodded? Is Sixer hallucinating again? Fucks sake starting to wonder if he's been hitting the chems again. But hell, when is he not?

Okay, obviously not now but whatever. Sixer steps away, causing the dust beneath him to stir and leave the prints of his boots behind as he does a full turn and speedwalks away, back onto the road.

Soon he reaches one of the damn thousands of ruins across what's left of America. He can practically smell the filth of the raiders that are living here. And well.. Sixer didn't have a damn weapon.

Raiders aren't anywhere near as accepting as ants, which is funny because that means the Raiders are worse than animals. If fucking insects are more chill.

But I mean, Insects havent been huffing jet and shooting up Psycho all day so theres that I guess.

He saw a vaguely sharp-ish large flat hunk of scrap with what somewhat resembled a handle. Taking this as a makeshift weapon he trudged on, knowing he will inevitably have to deal with these assholes.

Kneeling down and sneaking close to what little remained of those walls walls. Good thing he saw the raider first, but... that didn't mean he wasn't going to get shot. Which he definitely did as soon as that dickhole saw him.

BANG, right in the neck.

It didn't kill him, but didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Sixer rushed at that raider full force, kicking him right in the gut. That raider had no Idea what the hell he was in for, along with his.. Multiple other buddies.

As soon as Sixer took him by suprise, He hit that guy in the neck hard with his.. Lets just fuckin call it a sword.

A full force swing from that thing and it got caught in the raider's neck, Splattering blood into the dust and making the raider practically gargle his own blood.

More bullets flew by, multiple hitting Sixer, but considering him, do you think he gave a fuck? Sixer didn't even give a damn to grab the gun the raider that was still currently dying had.

He rushed one of the other raiders, chopping into her with a horrifying crack sound and a fatal hit. Screams of pain fell upon deaf ears as Sixer's slaughter of the raiders continued.

The raiders finally realized after a major hit to their forces that they were faced with death itself, and it was having fun.

Sixer finally stopped when they fled.

FLED.

He was soaked in blood again but this time it wasn't even his own, how he liked it. His weapon drenched in blood and probably the damn tears of his enemies.

Blood soaked the dusty sand and made this look like the scene of an obvious slaughter.

And you can't spell slaughter without and S and laughter. And Sixer begins with S.

Sixer wouldn't leave good loot behind, so he took whatever caps, ammo, and chems the corpses had on them, shoving them into his bag with little care. His Pip-Boy updated his inventory, neat.

Sixer took his makeshift weapon and wiped the blood off on one of the less bloody corpses. He used the bricks remaining on the ruined buildings to sharpen this weapon. Which when he returned to the road he practically dragged it behind him.

He may be the main character, but that definitely doesn't mean he's a good person.

Because he's not.

There's no rest for the wicked, and same goes for Sixer, he kept going, smelling the smoke of a body burning pile. Nipton. Wonderful.

Not the smell someone would get used to, but if you've been around the wasteland, you've absolutely smelled worse just from the people walking past.

A man ran out from the town as Sixer approached, and started yelling about some lottery. He immediately saw Sixer drenched in blood and split it. No time for conversation when there's a man covered in blood dragging a big-ass sword made of scrap metal.

With a look that screams bloody murder.

Sixer is an unpredictable man, but one predictable thing is he is not immune to curiosity. Which can cause pain, but not kill him, because he ain't a pussy.

Blood drying on his clothes and smoke filling whatever Sixer has that resembles lungs, he went towards the Nipton town hall. Seeing men bound to crosses offering no mercy to them, and a man walking out of the town hall that many know too well.

Vulpes Inculta.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #sixer #what makes a man a monster #slamming my fists on the table and making feral noises #loving this

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What Makes a Man a Monster?

Chapter 3: A Unknown Man's Journey to The Town With Every Name.

HIIII YEAB ANOTHER CHAPTER WOO (Sixer playlist on Spotify will probably be unprivated soon guys.)

(Sorry if the sentences don't flow too well btw im just dumping my thoughts abt his story:3 )

Sixer had already well overstayed his welcome in the small town of Goodsprings. Tragedy was bound to follow him in some way, as it tended to do. The people were nice, but they won't be here forever. Time always went so fast and before Sixer would know, a lifetime flashed before his eyes and everything he got used to was gone and rotted. He was the one thing that stayed in falling nations trying to grasp at what he caused to fall.

But it was the present, and although it would only last for what felt like minutes, he had to live in the moment. He walked out the door of the Saloon, clothes still soaked in blood due to his refusal to let the locals be any the more generous to him. They already disregarded his rather ominous entrance. Someone was bound to believe he was an omen of some sort.

Sixer's worn boots caused the floors underneath him to creak as he left, leaving dusty footprints behind him and no doubt, in his future path he was bound to lead. Walking the road to god knows where, he wandered the dusty roads. The heat of the sun hadn't bothered him in Lord knows how long, he wondered if he even felt anything at all anymore. It sounds edgy, but this is an ancient being were talking about here. Those things are THE edgelords.

Sixer could give less fucks about the Platinum chip and the man who shot him, but it was the only purpose he could come up with for himself now. Track down Benny, But do what? Well, He'll fucking figure it out eventually. Trudging on, halfway to the town of Primm, A voice called to Sixer through the quiet of the desert, saying his name so clearly. But he didn't really have a true name. Hallucinating again possibly? The voice whispered words in his ear that veered him off the road and to a secluded clearing in the rocky areas near the roads, and led him to a skeletal corpse, rotted and mottled. But... untouched by animals. When he approached the corpse, The voice stopped. It spoke no more into the ears of the unknown.

The corpse held a Pip-Boy, It looked like a vault dweller. But the yellow and blue garments were long since ripped apart. This corpse must have been here for Lord knows how long. The only peice of the vault suit that the corpse was wearing that was left somewhat intact was the back, the number read 0. Just 0 not 10, not 100, just 0. And Sixer's mind fogged when he tried to consult the forces unknown to him that gave him his knowledge. Perhaps he was not meant to know what was behind this. Or it was something he had to figure out ..

Either way, Something in the back of his head? told him to take the Pip-Boy, an older model that was held together by electrical tape and a dream. But it worked. Sixer wiped it off and put it onto his arm, turning it on and seeing the faded green of the screen fizzle to life. He felt a strange connection to this peice of technology, it knew things it should not know, like Sixer himself.

Sixer turned a dial and the screen mocked him with his lack of equipment. And he saw the perks screen, which read of his perks. "Wild Wasteland" and "Immortal." Which neither made sense on why the hell this thing would know these. But in truth all Sixer could do was accept it. His S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats consisted of a maximum endurance and a suprisingly high charisma. With a lacking perception and... 1 luck. Made more sense than anything else really. His strength was not something that could be considered weak, but it wasn't Herculean either. His intelligence was... Average, which was... suprising considering Sixer's knowledge from unknown sources. But that knowledge seemed to come and go, so It made plenty of sense.

Sixer went back onto the road as he fiddled with the dials on his new Pip-Boy. Radio was broken, Map just wasn't there, and Quests, which there was only one and it read "Accidentally on Purpose: Figure out what the hell to do with your life." Sixer hit the Pip-Boy and It updated to something about finding Benny. Take that bitch. He decided to stop getting distracted by his Pip-Boy and continued on walking to Primm.

At the front entrance to Primm a soldier yelled at him about Primm being off limits. And of course Sixer ignored him and walked past. The soldier too tired and underpaid to really give a fuck, let him past. Sixer realized there wasn't much important here in Primm from his otherworldly sources, so he went back to walking... Again.

#what makes a man a monster #fallout #fallout nv #sixer #I’m going to put Sixer in a jar and shake him (affectionate)

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Meet Kestrel, my Fallout 76 OC! Made using @nihilnovisubsole’s Fallout Shelter Sprites.

not super happy with how F.E.T.C.H came out but what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#fallout #fallout 76 #OC: Kestrel #fallout shelter

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#hello???? 👀 #fallout 4 #john hancock #nick valentine #fallout #awooga

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Sixer headcannon: The only thing Sixer can be expected to cook in the kitchen is a grease fire

Yes. Absolutely. He has caused so many fires its unbelievable.

#sixer #Joshua Graham arch nemesis #potentially disastrous shenanigans

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My gift to @bonemaggotsludge for this year’s Celebradiation!

#fallout #fallout 76 #Eugenie #celebradiation24

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ALSJLAKSKS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 💖💓💗💘

Thank you for drawing them for me!!!

here's my gift for @keiko-fallout for the fallout celebradiation exchange! have some silly nightstalkers

#celebradiation24 #fallout #fallout new vegas #night stalker #I am GNAWING on my phone oh my god #they’re having so much fun together 😭 #i can already tell I’m going to be obsessed with this for a WHILE #💖🐍🐺

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maybe if i think really hard about video game character everything will be okay

#guilty as charged

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My biggest plothole hangup with fallout 4 is kellog and how shitty he was done so the theory i propose: they should have just made kellog a synth lol? Like think about it:

1.) Eliminates the factor of "how the fuck did kellog live so long and not age?". Ingame shaun basically goes "institute technology we retired cuz (bullshit reason)" which is so dumb cuz its technology THAT STOPS YOU FROM AGING. But if it wasnt a real kellog but a synth recreation it would be like a cool "ooooh shit" twist moment as soon as you pick up the synth piece. Like thats not the real kellog they just made him again. Cloned him if you will.

2.) Good way to introduce the synths into the story. Theres so many places you'll see them beforehand but having kellog be the big "oh shit" moment for those who just speed through the plot would have rocked.

3.) The inherent tragedy of it. Idk i cant relate to kellog ingame cuz the memories quest utterly fails for me. Oh wow he lost his wife and child hes just like me fr- like fuck OFFFFF that happened to me too and i didnt go around killing innocent people. BOZO. But if he was a synth its a realization of like. This guy didnt do that. This is someone who fully believed he did and shared those memories but its like he didnt do it. Hes a victim of the institute just as much as you are. He legit doesnt know better. The implication of "if he found out he was a synth of a person long dead and his memories weren't real could he have gotten better" will always hang over your head.

4.) Paints institute in a more evil fucked up light . Asking shaun "what do you MEAN you recreated the guy that kidnapped you and brutally killed your other parent." And shaun just goes "well he was a good agent idk i admire the usefulness." Its like that collateral damage line but goes hard. Even better if he truly doesnt get why you're mad about it and at some point you see kellog again im the institute and are like WTF and shauns like oh we just made him again. If it makes you feel better you could kill him again too. We can make as many as you want. Like would that not be metal but also kinda horrifying

#fallout #fallout 4 #kellogg #holy SHIT #this is so much better

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@acroagoraphobe, have you seen this one?

My boyfriend was roasting Hancock and when I asked who his favorite companion was this convo happened.

#fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #sole survivor #courier 6 #joshua graham #john hancock #commonwealth cass

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#fallout #fallout 4 #gifset #aesthetic #sanctuary #honestly I’m loving the vibes on these

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Fallout Shelter Sprite Bases

i love fallout shelter’s character art, so by popular demand, i’ve put together a base sheet for you to draw your own OCs. these are cobbled together from the poses i’ve used on my own sprites - if you want to draw other variations, feel free! they’re just a place to start.

if you use these, credit would be nice! we all know the honor system here.

NOTE: i’m used to drawing on small, low-resolution canvases, so the bases may be smaller than you’re comfortable working with. if you’d rather work on a larger canvas, you can enlarge them through the program waifu2x - since tumblr doesn’t like outside links in posts, it’s the first search result when you google it. have fun!

#fallout #fallout shelter #sprite bases #👀

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They do not get along

#fallout #fallout 4 #deacon #preston garvey #akskalkskdk

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What Makes a Man a Monster.

Chapter 2: Normal To The Human Eye?

(Gonna do a much longer chapter this time. Enjoy this trainwreck!!)

After an estimated few hours, Sixer stirred once again after rolling roughly down the hill from the Goodsprings Cemetery so... Unceremoniously. It was genuinely pathetic for a being of his status of omnipotence. He picked his ass up and stumbled towards a nearby saloon, dragging his still blood soaked boots as he walked. He didn't have time to read the sign or look back at the people giving him horrified looks of a man seemingly walking off being shot twice in the head. Everyone heard the gunshots in the night, but no one bothered to check what it was, so they didn't have to risk their own asses.

This was absolutely not the average day for the various folks in the bar, seeing a man with two gaping holes drilling through his head, saunter on in like it was just his average day. Hell, looking only slightly annoyed even. It was genuinely difficult to tell due to all the blood and bits of brain splattered across his face. No one even dared to approach Sixer as he sat down in a booth, fearing they'd seen death himself. But before you could blink.. he looked fine again, Although the blood still made his shirt stick to him and yes it's as uncomfortable as ever.

Blood dripped down his face and onto his neck, Making his clothes more ruined than they already were. Covered in dirt, muck and.. By the Lord whatever the hell else. That ratty old tank top he wore stuck to his skin and was honestly more of an inconvenience to him than the gunshot wounds in his head. The dusty old floorboards creaked beneath his boots, their dry, dead appearance getting dotted with bloody dust... or dusty blood. Because there's obviously a difference between the two.. Totally. But either way, Sixer was a fucking mess. Dirty, bloody, and dusty, walking into a bar.

The seat creaked beneath him as he sat down in the old booth in the dark corner of the bar, Sixer began to asses his situation. His bag was gone, his gun was gone, And worst of all, his damn dignity was gone. Not like he really had it in the first place, but still.

Soon enough one of the folks in the bar grew interested in this man, Sitting down in the booth across him. A woman with a dog that followed around at her ankles despite it's size and that It could very easily trip her. "What the hell happened to a newcomer like you all the way out here?" Her voice questioned Sixer, Who had to pretend he didn't already know her name. Sunny Smiles. He had to wait and be polite for her to actually introduce herself. Ah, the akwardness of omnipotence is.. greatly annoying. She looked so upbeat despite seeing a man covered in his own blood and chunks of brain.

[ Lot's of reasons I'm out here, none of them I can really explain. ]

And they did. They always did, so predictable.

Sixer uttered, with a voice unknown to him, but well known to everyone around him. Sunny looked slightly suspicious but kept that same smile on her face. It was damn annoying how nice she was, at least to Sixer. But a lot of people were annoying.. People are very simple minded creatures. All he had to do was wait for the usual "You better not cause any trouble then." words to come out of Sunny's mouth. It's always what people said when he came around like this.

[Not planning on it, I just want to get a drink then hike my ass outta here.]

"Well, Let's hope you don't cause any trouble around here. We're a peaceful little town here." Sunny Smiles said with caution, her dog looked a lot less trustful of Sixer. Well.. more like it wanted to maul him. Dogs hated him.

Sixer responded to her statement, before he remembered his lack of caps.. or anything to his name.

[Or not, Forgot I have.. No caps whatsoever.]

Sixer muttered under his breath as he shifted in his seat. blood continued to drip down onto his clothing, but it was from his nose, not his head.

"Well, since you seem to be pretty down on your luck here.. I can get you a drink this once. Since youre new here." She smiled, standing up and talking to the woman tending the bar. Sixer knew her name too, but it wasn't exactly relevant. Sunny placed down a few caps at the counter and came back with a beer in hand, setting it on the table Sixer was sat at.

[Thanks, I'll be out of your hair soon, Don't worry.]

Sixer took a swig of the beer and took a deep breath. He had no idea where to go.

#what makes a man a monster #fallout #fallout new vegas #sixer #eating this