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@a-fellow-courier
UPDATE. THEY'RE BACK.
No shame. No remorse. They came back and still the video's up. The comments saying im the original creator is still getting actively deleted. If you have tiktok, please report him..this is an insult and a heavy blow to my heart. I spent weeks/ months drawing this. Please help me
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Not another one, how do you people find me?!
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"HOW DID YOU FIND ME?! I SPECIFICALLY WANTED TO NOT BE FOUND AFTER THE HOOVER DAM INCIDENT!"
"You have to be Legion. Only they have a grudge enough to find me."
This goes for all the blogs under my control which is this and @bajarangers
I am not as interested in the fallout community as much anymore, I'm going.
See you everyone.
They fucking vanished into the mojave, who knows where they have gone
Edit: Unfreezing this account because someone (@lockheed-martin-unofficial) wants to kiss them.
Propellers beat overhead, a deep black Vertibird coming to land a solid foot from the cave. Kaleb opened the side door, grabbing the minigun and firing it up into the sky to make sure Fives was up. Two other Enclave soldiers could be seen inside, with two pilots up front.
"PANTAFIIIIIIIIIVE! ARE YOU READY TO GET HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE!?"
@atombombskilledtheradiostar
[They stumble out of the cave with all their stuff on them.]
"Bloody hell, Smokey! Did you have to do that, It's 1pm!"
"I didn't have to... but it was REALLY fun."
Kaleb engaged the safety and put the minigun aside.
"...hi, Fives!"
"Hi, anyways. If I wasn't shot in the head, I'm guessing you're here to pick me up?"
"Yep! Just wanted to talk to Alice again, but, hey! I was in the area, so, I decided to pick you up. Oh! Take this!"
Kaleb handed Fives a Pip-Boy 3000A, complete with the glove for it.
"Should be transferrable both ways. Use this while I fix yours."
"Thanks. Old pre-war tech's crapping out."
[They slide off their old Pip-Boy 2000 and hand it to Kaleb.]
"Ah, I see why. Older model."
Kaleb slipped it over his steel arm, sliding back some of the panels and using the additions from beyond the stars to begin interfacing, diagnosing problems.
"Now, you were headed somewhere?"
"I have this sheet the express gave me with the package.]
[One Mojave Express Delivery Order Added]
Propellers beat overhead, a deep black Vertibird coming to land a solid foot from the cave. Kaleb opened the side door, grabbing the minigun and firing it up into the sky to make sure Fives was up. Two other Enclave soldiers could be seen inside, with two pilots up front.
"PANTAFIIIIIIIIIVE! ARE YOU READY TO GET HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE!?"
@atombombskilledtheradiostar
[They stumble out of the cave with all their stuff on them.]
"Bloody hell, Smokey! Did you have to do that, It's 1pm!"
"I didn't have to... but it was REALLY fun."
Kaleb engaged the safety and put the minigun aside.
"...hi, Fives!"
"Hi, anyways. If I wasn't shot in the head, I'm guessing you're here to pick me up?"
"Yep! Just wanted to talk to Alice again, but, hey! I was in the area, so, I decided to pick you up. Oh! Take this!"
Kaleb handed Fives a Pip-Boy 3000A, complete with the glove for it.
"Should be transferrable both ways. Use this while I fix yours."
"Thanks. Old pre-war tech's crapping out."
[They slide off their old Pip-Boy 2000 and hand it to Kaleb.]
Propellers beat overhead, a deep black Vertibird coming to land a solid foot from the cave. Kaleb opened the side door, grabbing the minigun and firing it up into the sky to make sure Fives was up. Two other Enclave soldiers could be seen inside, with two pilots up front.
"PANTAFIIIIIIIIIVE! ARE YOU READY TO GET HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE!?"
@atombombskilledtheradiostar
[They stumble out of the cave with all their stuff on them.]
"Bloody hell, Smokey! Did you have to do that, It's 1pm!"
"I didn't have to... but it was REALLY fun."
Kaleb engaged the safety and put the minigun aside.
"...hi, Fives!"
"Hi, anyways. If I wasn't shot in the head, I'm guessing you're here to pick me up?"
Propellers beat overhead, a deep black Vertibird coming to land a solid foot from the cave. Kaleb opened the side door, grabbing the minigun and firing it up into the sky to make sure Fives was up. Two other Enclave soldiers could be seen inside, with two pilots up front.
"PANTAFIIIIIIIIIVE! ARE YOU READY TO GET HIGHER THAN YOU'VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE!?"
@atombombskilledtheradiostar
[They stumble out of the cave with all their stuff on them.]
"Bloody hell, Smokey! Did you have to do that, It's 1pm!"
you can try small nerd
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35°36′46″N 115°23′25″W
I am small but I am mighty!
"Good job, Julius."
@okaybooner DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE PLUS IS BALD.
@alice-lupine IS AN UNTRUSTWORTHY DWEEB.
@a-fellow-courier KEEPS SECRETS + OLD.
@atombombskilledtheradiostar IS A CREEP!!
@june-fallout IS A STUPID HUSSY.
and @july-fallout is an impolite, snot-nosed bitch who can't respect her Elders. Now watch it, punk.
We should kill her.
June, no. We ignore her and if she keeps trying this shit we smack her upside the head like the child she’s acting like
We should kill her over and over again in the most painful ways possible
"June, shelia. When did you get so violent?"
WHEN SHE WAS “BORN.”
"yeah yeah, whatever ya bludger."
@okaybooner DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE PLUS IS BALD.
@alice-lupine IS AN UNTRUSTWORTHY DWEEB.
@a-fellow-courier KEEPS SECRETS + OLD.
@atombombskilledtheradiostar IS A CREEP!!
@june-fallout IS A STUPID HUSSY.
and @july-fallout is an impolite, snot-nosed bitch who can't respect her Elders. Now watch it, punk.
We should kill her.
June, no. We ignore her and if she keeps trying this shit we smack her upside the head like the child she’s acting like
We should kill her over and over again in the most painful ways possible
"June, shelia. When did you get so violent?"
@okaybooner DOESN’T CARE ABOUT ANYONE PLUS IS BALD.
@alice-lupine IS AN UNTRUSTWORTHY DWEEB.
@a-fellow-courier KEEPS SECRETS + OLD.
@atombombskilledtheradiostar IS A CREEP!!
@june-fallout IS A STUPID HUSSY.
"One, rude."
"Hey, Smokey. I hope this message reaches you, it's been harder to contact you seeing the one I used before keeps leading to a dead end."
"I hope you're taking care of yourself since your disappearance from the mojave. I'd send you some chocolate bickies, biscuits for clearer understanding, if I know where you were. I have a lot more to talk to you about, but the bandwidth's running out."
"take care of yourself friend, i don't want to lose any more."
-@a-fellow-courier
Dearest Pantafive.
I hoped you'd have checked a mailbox recently. I left you a letter.
What, does the Mojave Express not get mail for itself?
No matter. Rest assured, your message reached me. Greetings from Grissom Air Force Base!
I would like some chocolate cookies. Could use something old world like that.
Cheers to the future,
Newly-Appointed President Doran, Midwest Enclave
(P.S. I told the folks out here you're allowed in our facilities, you're a friend. Same with Alice and June. Boone I'm on the fence of, depends on if he's still all-NCR, no-Enclave.)
"Heh, no. The express's couriers typically do not get mail."
"Anyways, I've been trying to remember how to bake and I think I finally figured it out. I'll come over with some chocolate cookies and some old world items I'd like you to have."
"I'm still technically on company time but they couldn't care more where their couriers go. I think I'm somewhere in Nevada? I'll try to find a paper map that ain't rotted, my pip-boy's been on the fritz lately."
"I hope you may also be able to figure out why [unintelligible static]."
Fives, you there? Signal died there, repeat please?
"Bloody-[more unintelligible static]!"
Bloody what? Over. If you keep breaking up I will send a Verti down to check on you.
[A loud clang resounds before the static clears.]
"Sorry, damned thing's fuzzing out on me, I have to literally hit it to get to to clear up. The vertibird would be much appreciated, I caanot find a map and the pip-boy one's too unstable to use."
Alright. All good, Fives. Stay put, coordinates were triangulated when you first spoke. We can get there fast enough, we'll pick you up.
"Thanks. You guys know how to fix this blasted item? It's kept me alive for a while, would be a shame to scrap it but I am not carrying around a metal rod to jolt it back into working order."
Yeah, I can fix it when I get there. In the meantime, light a fire and get comfy. We've both got some flying to do.
"No problem. I'm just chilling out in a cave. Would have chosen a tree instead, but sadly, ain't no more trees to sit in."
Light a fire outside the cave. Smoke can be used to signal Vertis easily. Should have a refueling station in Canada we can swing by as needed, or possibly use Hoover Dam under the guise of NCR.
"Alrighty then. it's set up, hope it doesn't burn out."
"Hey, Smokey. I hope this message reaches you, it's been harder to contact you seeing the one I used before keeps leading to a dead end."
"I hope you're taking care of yourself since your disappearance from the mojave. I'd send you some chocolate bickies, biscuits for clearer understanding, if I know where you were. I have a lot more to talk to you about, but the bandwidth's running out."
"take care of yourself friend, i don't want to lose any more."
-@a-fellow-courier
Dearest Pantafive.
I hoped you'd have checked a mailbox recently. I left you a letter.
What, does the Mojave Express not get mail for itself?
No matter. Rest assured, your message reached me. Greetings from Grissom Air Force Base!
I would like some chocolate cookies. Could use something old world like that.
Cheers to the future,
Newly-Appointed President Doran, Midwest Enclave
(P.S. I told the folks out here you're allowed in our facilities, you're a friend. Same with Alice and June. Boone I'm on the fence of, depends on if he's still all-NCR, no-Enclave.)
"Heh, no. The express's couriers typically do not get mail."
"Anyways, I've been trying to remember how to bake and I think I finally figured it out. I'll come over with some chocolate cookies and some old world items I'd like you to have."
"I'm still technically on company time but they couldn't care more where their couriers go. I think I'm somewhere in Nevada? I'll try to find a paper map that ain't rotted, my pip-boy's been on the fritz lately."
"I hope you may also be able to figure out why [unintelligible static]."
Fives, you there? Signal died there, repeat please?
"Bloody-[more unintelligible static]!"
Bloody what? Over. If you keep breaking up I will send a Verti down to check on you.
[A loud clang resounds before the static clears.]
"Sorry, damned thing's fuzzing out on me, I have to literally hit it to get to to clear up. The vertibird would be much appreciated, I caanot find a map and the pip-boy one's too unstable to use."
Alright. All good, Fives. Stay put, coordinates were triangulated when you first spoke. We can get there fast enough, we'll pick you up.
"Thanks. You guys know how to fix this blasted item? It's kept me alive for a while, would be a shame to scrap it but I am not carrying around a metal rod to jolt it back into working order."
Yeah, I can fix it when I get there. In the meantime, light a fire and get comfy. We've both got some flying to do.
"No problem. I'm just chilling out in a cave. Would have chosen a tree instead, but sadly, ain't no more trees to sit in."
"Hey, Smokey. I hope this message reaches you, it's been harder to contact you seeing the one I used before keeps leading to a dead end."
"I hope you're taking care of yourself since your disappearance from the mojave. I'd send you some chocolate bickies, biscuits for clearer understanding, if I know where you were. I have a lot more to talk to you about, but the bandwidth's running out."
"take care of yourself friend, i don't want to lose any more."
-@a-fellow-courier
Dearest Pantafive.
I hoped you'd have checked a mailbox recently. I left you a letter.
What, does the Mojave Express not get mail for itself?
No matter. Rest assured, your message reached me. Greetings from Grissom Air Force Base!
I would like some chocolate cookies. Could use something old world like that.
Cheers to the future,
Newly-Appointed President Doran, Midwest Enclave
(P.S. I told the folks out here you're allowed in our facilities, you're a friend. Same with Alice and June. Boone I'm on the fence of, depends on if he's still all-NCR, no-Enclave.)
"Heh, no. The express's couriers typically do not get mail."
"Anyways, I've been trying to remember how to bake and I think I finally figured it out. I'll come over with some chocolate cookies and some old world items I'd like you to have."
"I'm still technically on company time but they couldn't care more where their couriers go. I think I'm somewhere in Nevada? I'll try to find a paper map that ain't rotted, my pip-boy's been on the fritz lately."
"I hope you may also be able to figure out why [unintelligible static]."
Fives, you there? Signal died there, repeat please?
"Bloody-[more unintelligible static]!"
Bloody what? Over. If you keep breaking up I will send a Verti down to check on you.
[A loud clang resounds before the static clears.]
"Sorry, damned thing's fuzzing out on me, I have to literally hit it to get to to clear up. The vertibird would be much appreciated, I caanot find a map and the pip-boy one's too unstable to use."
Alright. All good, Fives. Stay put, coordinates were triangulated when you first spoke. We can get there fast enough, we'll pick you up.
"Thanks. You guys know how to fix this blasted item? It's kept me alive for a while, would be a shame to scrap it but I am not carrying around a metal rod to jolt it back into working order."
"Hey, Smokey. I hope this message reaches you, it's been harder to contact you seeing the one I used before keeps leading to a dead end."
"I hope you're taking care of yourself since your disappearance from the mojave. I'd send you some chocolate bickies, biscuits for clearer understanding, if I know where you were. I have a lot more to talk to you about, but the bandwidth's running out."
"take care of yourself friend, i don't want to lose any more."
-@a-fellow-courier
Dearest Pantafive.
I hoped you'd have checked a mailbox recently. I left you a letter.
What, does the Mojave Express not get mail for itself?
No matter. Rest assured, your message reached me. Greetings from Grissom Air Force Base!
I would like some chocolate cookies. Could use something old world like that.
Cheers to the future,
Newly-Appointed President Doran, Midwest Enclave
(P.S. I told the folks out here you're allowed in our facilities, you're a friend. Same with Alice and June. Boone I'm on the fence of, depends on if he's still all-NCR, no-Enclave.)
"Heh, no. The express's couriers typically do not get mail."
"Anyways, I've been trying to remember how to bake and I think I finally figured it out. I'll come over with some chocolate cookies and some old world items I'd like you to have."
"I'm still technically on company time but they couldn't care more where their couriers go. I think I'm somewhere in Nevada? I'll try to find a paper map that ain't rotted, my pip-boy's been on the fritz lately."
"I hope you may also be able to figure out why [unintelligible static]."
Fives, you there? Signal died there, repeat please?
"Bloody-[more unintelligible static]!"
Bloody what? Over. If you keep breaking up I will send a Verti down to check on you.
[A loud clang resounds before the static clears.]
"Sorry, damned thing's fuzzing out on me, I have to literally hit it to get to to clear up. The vertibird would be much appreciated, I caanot find a map and the pip-boy one's too unstable to use."
"Hey, Smokey. I hope this message reaches you, it's been harder to contact you seeing the one I used before keeps leading to a dead end."
"I hope you're taking care of yourself since your disappearance from the mojave. I'd send you some chocolate bickies, biscuits for clearer understanding, if I know where you were. I have a lot more to talk to you about, but the bandwidth's running out."
"take care of yourself friend, i don't want to lose any more."
-@a-fellow-courier
Dearest Pantafive.
I hoped you'd have checked a mailbox recently. I left you a letter.
What, does the Mojave Express not get mail for itself?
No matter. Rest assured, your message reached me. Greetings from Grissom Air Force Base!
I would like some chocolate cookies. Could use something old world like that.
Cheers to the future,
Newly-Appointed President Doran, Midwest Enclave
(P.S. I told the folks out here you're allowed in our facilities, you're a friend. Same with Alice and June. Boone I'm on the fence of, depends on if he's still all-NCR, no-Enclave.)
"Heh, no. The express's couriers typically do not get mail."
"Anyways, I've been trying to remember how to bake and I think I finally figured it out. I'll come over with some chocolate cookies and some old world items I'd like you to have."
"I'm still technically on company time but they couldn't care more where their couriers go. I think I'm somewhere in Nevada? I'll try to find a paper map that ain't rotted, my pip-boy's been on the fritz lately."
"I hope you may also be able to figure out why [unintelligible static]."
Fives, you there? Signal died there, repeat please?
"Bloody-[more unintelligible static]!"
