Junkrat's Travelouge

A Detailed Report Of The Journies Of The World's Most Handsome Scrapper

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They’re the guys that blew up the omnium. Beyond that, don’t give a damn.

[askjunkrat]

What missing hair? You sayin’ I’m a baldie?! You chat bogan! My hair’s as thick and lustrous as it ever was!

[askjunkrat]

You ain’t never been to the outback have ya, mate? Smaller targets are harder ta hit.

[askjunkrat]

Sometimes, mate, good enough is all you can ask for.

[askjunkrat]

Nope.

Don’t wanna.

[askjunkrat]

It’s a big world out there, mate. Maybe just around the corner is a pal for you, willing to join you as you trot the globe, see new sights, experience new things, meet new people, and blow it all up.

Or it could just be a cute shelia to settle down with. Either way.

[askjunkrat]

There’s not a saddle, mate. You’d be gored.

And then blown up.

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...

...

...

What.

I mean.

What.

....I guess, in the case that one of the clunkers got so glitched up they liked me, I...

No, sorry, this is just too weird.

[askjunkrat]

Yeah, completely. I know his real name. Granted, I had to look it up online, but some shit-stirrers just don’t care about things like that.

[askjunkrat]

It’s D- if you want to pick up Turians.

[askjunkrat]

Hope you can pay!

[askjunkrat]

The spambots are getting more creative.

...

You think any of them are Omnics?

[askjunkrat]

I’d ask who’d be bungers enough to use molten metal as a weapon, but then I remembered there’s a giant with a rocket strapped to his back. I’ll be on the lookout.

[askjunkrat]

Let’s call it five creds, cash. Cheap enough to buy, but you have to make the effort of finding me in person.

[askjunkrat]

Please! We might have been desperate scavengers fighting for survival in a harsh and unforgiving irradiated environment, but we weren’t savages.

[askjunkrat]

Why thank you, shiela! I love your abstract sunglasses.

[askjunkrat]

...Crikey.

Just...

Wow.

I mean I knew coppers were stupid bastards, but... This is a whole new low.