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itsverybeautifulover-there

Parks & Rec, Pretty Little Liars and the Fast & Furious films all exist in the same universe

And SCANDAL WTF

Oh jeez, SCANDAL….

….and BATTLESHIP too, apparently. It’s a goddamn conspiracy

Oh god. He’s on REVENGE too. How deep does this rabbit-hole go….

Oh my god. DEXTER.

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THE ACTUAL NEWS

hijinksensue

I read an interview with this guy (who is a real news anchor), and he said he told his acting agent that he is ONLY interested in parts where he plays a new anchor. This is no coincidence. This is by design.

fieldbears

what is his plan

logan-exe

Fun Fact:

Do you want to watch your YT video while on being different applications or tab? Try this. This will put a stop to those split window viewing days.

Right click twice on the video and select [Picture in picture]. It should bring a popup page of the video that you can move around and rescale. The video stays up when on another application.

It should look like this:

and also this:

Enjoy.

logically-asexual

Omg this is the coolest thing.

softestvirgil

It even works on mac what the heck

glixbitch

THIS WORKS WTF WHY IS THIS SO HARD TO DO

wairuahill

Kia Ora, everyone!👻🍂🥀

You like ghosts? You like mysteries? You like eldritch gods that make black roses grow from nothing? If you answered yes to any of these questions, you should give this a read!

My name is Louisa and I’m a 20-year-old aspiring author and creative writing student from New Zealand. For several years I’ve been working on my passion project - a paranormal mystery novel called Wairua Hill. A story all about a haunted town, a spooky urban legend, quirky detective kids, and a death god as old as time itself.

Robbie Grainger was a teenaged boy who suffered a personal tragedy in the quaint town of Wairua, New Zealand. In order to escape the painful aftermath of it all, Robbie chose to leave Wairua. He moved away, wanting to start over and escape what he had gone through.

But five long years have passed since then, and Robbie is drawn back to Wairua. He is hopeful things have settled there and that he can finally get a bit of closure. But shortly after his arrival he learns of the legend of the Wairua Witch - a powerful spirit said to haunt the town. It is said she holds a curse over the area, bringing about mysterious tragedies and stealing folk away into the night.

Robbie believes this supposed curse may be tied to what originally drove him out of the town all those years ago, so he decides to investigate. But not everything is as it seems in the town of Wairua. And soon enough Robbie and discovers a terrifying supernatural conspiracy buried under years of the town’s tumultuous history…

(if you would like to know more, I have a full summary HERE)

The story and characters mean a lot to me. Wairua Hill is my pride and joy, really… And someday soon I’d like to be able to share it with you all! I’d also like to make it mixed media someday. Perhaps with things like official illustrations, comics, and animations!

My goal is to eventually go on to do my Masters in creative writing, where Wairua Hill will be my project for it. That gives me an entire year to focus all my energy into it! I desperately need the time and support that would give me, as right now I have other obligations that have been stunting my progress. I have to study, I need money for groceries and other expenses, all that jazz… I know Wairua Hill will be something folks can truly enjoy and will be something beautiful! But in order to share it in its best possible form and for me to finish it, I need money to help support myself until I can do the Masters. And maybe even after as I’d love for this to be a job.

If this sounds like something that interests you, or even if you’d just like to help a girl accomplish her life’s dream, you can donate to my Ko-fi! And if you’d really really like to help me out, while also gaining some sweet perks in the process, please check out my Patreon! Even for as little as a dollar a month, you’d be really helping me out and gain access to some cool content too!

TLDR: I’m writing a story about ghosts, cosmic horror, and fun, loveable characters and I’d really like to share it with you all and get some buzz going! My dream is to make Wairua Hill to be my job someday.

Thank you so much for reading and I’ll hope you’ll consider joining me along for this ride!

- Lulu

WAIRUA HILL BLOG

PATREON

KO-FI

whitemoonqueen

i need to get away from my abusive father

i hate having to ask for money, but i’m at the end of the line here. long story short, i need to move out of my parents’ house. my father is emotionally, verbally, and psychologically abusive to me. my old counselor has even said so. originally i was planning on using student housing as an escape when i go to college this upcoming fall, but i haven’t been accepted or anything yet, so it may not be even an option

but i can’t wait that long. i’m afraid that if i stay here much longer, i may hurt myself. my father triggers me almost every day. i struggle with severe depression and anxiety and have been working hard on my recovery but he undermines me at every turn. i recently got a puppy who i intend to make my emotional support animal, which would make finding an apartment easier, but atm she neither has had her shots or has been spayed because i can’t get her to a vet because my parents are extremely unreliable. but i digress

i honestly feel if i stay another year here, i may die. not from my father or anything, but because of myself. my suicidal thoughts have come back in recent months and have only gotten worse because of the escalation in his treatment of me. i’m afraid that i’ll actually be pushed to that limit. i’ve already come so very close to it several times last year. i’m scared for my life

i have a Patreon for my high fantasy novel that i’ve been working on for the past three years. i also have a Ko-fi for donations. i have to save up for not only rent (which averages at $800 here but usually is more) but the deposit, along with pet fees and pet deposit if i cannot get Zenko, my puppy, registered as my esa before that. there are also other bills like wifi (which i need to do practically anything with my writing and keeping in touch with my girlfriend and friends as i cannot afford both that and a cellphone). i do receive temporary assistance and food stamps along with my Patreon earnings so i have enough to survive, except for rent. rent is the biggest obstacle here

any little bit will help, anything to help me start saving up the funds for the deposit. if you’re interested in my novel, please consider becoming a patreon! anything added to my monthly income will help me make rent once i move out. i’m also considering opening up writing commissions so if you are interested in that, feel free to message me. and if you can’t help, please reblog to help spread the word! i appreciate any help you can give!

My girlfriend needs help!

So as some of you may already know my girlfriend, @whitemoonqueen has recently set up a patreon and ko-fi to support herself while she works on her fantasy series A Tale Of Dragons & Thunder. But recently it’s become a little more urgent. Abby really really needs to move out. She’s been battling with her mental health, and her parents have not made it any easier on her. Her home life is toxic and I’m sick of seeing Abby suffer because of it. She wants to move out, go to college, and be free of her folks. I also eventually want to go visit her in New York - maybe even do my OE there so I can be closer to her. Due to her mental health, Abby can’t get a job. So her writing/patreon and ko-fi are the only ways she can make ends-meet. If you like high fantasy, dragons, elves, and cult stories, please check out her blog dedicated to her series @ataleofdragonsandthunder . It’s a fantastic story with really loveable characters. You can support her and her work over on her patreon and her ko-fi page. Even just a dollar would be a be highly appreciated! Please consider supporting a great project while also helping someone get out of a sticky situation. Thank you for reading!

animalcrossingcommune

Spectral Lakes

Just wanted to put this out here: An awesome T.V. show being put together by a friend of mine! Check it out, I think you'll like it as much as I do! https://youtu.be/eYS9Htp4MEE

margo-dunne-deactivated20150427

The greatest Twitter exchange of all time.

((A quick update))

((Just a quick update to see what the status of my asks are, and to let people know I'm not dead. Just been busy or tired from being busy lately to do anything here. working my way back, though!))

#trying not to disappear for months again...:/

dogsandnerdythings

Reblog if you utterly and without hesitation support gay rights

*Looks up from cooking spit* Good Afternoon, friend. No need to hide, I was around "Smartclaws" all the time back in the Midwest. *rips meat from spit, holds it out* Bighorner?

Goris tilted his head and took a step back, alarmed that his disguise had been seen through so quickly. It was true that he certainly wouldn’t be passing for human, but most Wastelanders seemed to assume that the hooded figure was some type of disfigured Super Mutant. This human was far more perceptive, and that made him dangerous.

Still… Curiosity killed the cat, and it would certainly be the end of the Deathclaw as well. Goris carefully stepped closer, ready to bolt for the horizon at a moment’s notice. As far as he knew, there was only one group with knowledge of his kind: the Enclave."… What did you just call me?” He asked. He had never heard that term before, not even from the Enclave.

Milo kept his friendly smile, and explained. “Intelligent Deathclaws. We have them all over the place where I come from, some of them valued members of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel. A new name was conceived to refer to the intelligent variant, as opposed to the bestial variant…hence, Smartclaws.”

Noting that the Deathclaw still seemed nervous around him, he added, “It’s all right, I promise…please, sit. Eat, if you’re hungry.”

Goris was not hungry. Indeed, the information he had just received was giving him Bloatflies in his stomach. A population of intelligent Deathclaws like himself? And yet, they were so far away; based on the maps he had seen of the United States, the Deathclaw was many hundreds of miles away from anything that could be considered the “Midwest.” If it was true, it was certainly bittersweet.

He had so many questions to ask! For now, he moved closer to the man in power armor, leaning back to sit on his haunches and place his clawed hands on the ground. “Forgive my disbelief,” Goris hissed, “But what you speak of… It’s just not possible. My family was massacred many decades ago, and there are only two of us now. What you’re saying sounds…”

Insane, that’s how it sounded. But how often did you find a lunatic wearing a suit of power armor?

Milo was taken aback by the Smartclaw’s words; His smile faded. “I’m…sorry for what happened to your family. I wasn’t aware.”

Noting that the stranger still didn’t seem to know what the Paladin was talking about, and eager to change the subject, Milo explained what he knew about the breed of Deathclaw from his neck of the woods…

"Yes…Deathclaws do exist where we’re located, as well as the intelligent variety. While they look similar to any other Deathclaw, the one major difference is that ours have…hair, or what we thought was hair at one point, in select places of their bodies. From what I remember from my studies, it turns out that these are actually very thin and fine feathers. It’s a mutation to adapt to the colder climate of the Midwest, as well as something called Homeothermy…a mechanism in reptiles to maintain a stable body temperature.” Milo accessed his PipBoy to show a picture of a Deathclaw from his region:

He sighed, resting his arm again. “As for the intelligence…there are a few theories on that. Some say it’s another spontaneous mutation, like their “fur” and homethermy. Others say that their intellect, as well as the physical mutations, are all a result of a group called the Enclave. According to history, when the original Brotherhood group first…arrived…in the Midwest, they landed near a city once called “Chicago.” Not long after, they encountered an Enclave outpost there. Both groups came to blows quickly, with the Brotherhood coming up on top. Afterwards, they gathered up all the knowledge and tech they could find, establishing Chicago as the main base of operations. The Enclave tried to delete all their data before the base could be taken. As a result, Deathclaws are mentioned, but nothing in more detail. So it’s possible, but not known for certain.”

Milo took a drink of water following his long exposition, then took a bite of cooked Bighorner meat, chewing softly as he patiently awaited any response from his companion. It was a lot to take in, after all.

Goris leaned over to squint at the Pip-Boy’s screen. Whoever this man was, he was telling the truth, and he had the photographic proof to verify it. The Deathclaw marveled at the image of his feathered kin. Knowing there was a population of such creatures in the Midwest was, indeed, bittersweet. On one hand, it warmed his heart to know that somewhere in the world, these creatures were accepted in human society.

On the other hand, he would never be able to join them. Even if he could have reached the Midwest, the cold climate would be the death of him.

The human’s mention of the Enclave brought his attention back to the present. As he continued to speak of their presence in Chicago, the Deathclaw hissed lowly. The Enclave were like vermin, springing up in the most unexpected of places to cause hardship and strife. He feared that he would learn of even more pockets of Enclave remnants and survivors in the future.

"If I had any money to my name," Goris snarled, "I would put my money on that being the Enclave’s doing. Genetic engineering is their modus operandi, as I know from personal experience." Suddenly, he tilted his head, remembering what the man had said earlier.

"You said these… Smartclaws are in the Brotherhood of Steel?” He inquired. “I was under the impression they shunned mutants of any sort.”

Milo shrugged. "In some cases, yes, they do. We're a bit...stratified right now, to say the least. You see, there's far more of us, farther spread out than you realize. As well as in the west, we also have a presence in the Midwest, the south, and part of the east coast. Unfortunately, we're not unified. I can't speak for the chapters in the south or east, but a difference of opinion is the main reason why there even IS a Midwest Brotherhood."

Milo sipped some more water, then began, "The argument was, and still is, all about the philosophies regarding sharing technology, recruiting new people, and using our resources to help others. Suffice it to say, the Midwestern Brotherhood adheres to the opinion of sharing tech and recruiting new blood in order to keep from stagnating. For that reason, as well as to defend ourselves from the multiple threats that were out there at the time, they took in any and all recruits willing to join them...including Ghouls, Super Mutants..." He motioned to his companion, "Deathclaws, and Robots. To call us 'diverse' is an understatement."

Leaning forward, it was now Milo's turn to ask a question. "You said there were two of you. Would it be prying too much to ask about your counterpart?"

*Looks up from cooking spit* Good Afternoon, friend. No need to hide, I was around "Smartclaws" all the time back in the Midwest. *rips meat from spit, holds it out* Bighorner?

Goris tilted his head and took a step back, alarmed that his disguise had been seen through so quickly. It was true that he certainly wouldn’t be passing for human, but most Wastelanders seemed to assume that the hooded figure was some type of disfigured Super Mutant. This human was far more perceptive, and that made him dangerous.

Still… Curiosity killed the cat, and it would certainly be the end of the Deathclaw as well. Goris carefully stepped closer, ready to bolt for the horizon at a moment’s notice. As far as he knew, there was only one group with knowledge of his kind: the Enclave."… What did you just call me?” He asked. He had never heard that term before, not even from the Enclave.

Milo kept his friendly smile, and explained. “Intelligent Deathclaws. We have them all over the place where I come from, some of them valued members of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel. A new name was conceived to refer to the intelligent variant, as opposed to the bestial variant…hence, Smartclaws.”

Noting that the Deathclaw still seemed nervous around him, he added, “It’s all right, I promise…please, sit. Eat, if you’re hungry.”

Goris was not hungry. Indeed, the information he had just received was giving him Bloatflies in his stomach. A population of intelligent Deathclaws like himself? And yet, they were so far away; based on the maps he had seen of the United States, the Deathclaw was many hundreds of miles away from anything that could be considered the “Midwest.” If it was true, it was certainly bittersweet.

He had so many questions to ask! For now, he moved closer to the man in power armor, leaning back to sit on his haunches and place his clawed hands on the ground. “Forgive my disbelief,” Goris hissed, “But what you speak of… It’s just not possible. My family was massacred many decades ago, and there are only two of us now. What you’re saying sounds…”

Insane, that’s how it sounded. But how often did you find a lunatic wearing a suit of power armor?

#artwork is not mine: morriperkele.deviantart.com

Milo was taken aback by the Smartclaw’s words; His smile faded. “I’m…sorry for what happened to your family. I wasn’t aware.”

Noting that the stranger still didn’t seem to know what the Paladin was talking about, and eager to change the subject, Milo explained what he knew about the breed of Deathclaw from his neck of the woods…

"Yes…Deathclaws do exist where we’re located, as well as the intelligent variety. While they look similar to any other Deathclaw, the one major difference is that ours have…hair, or what we thought was hair at one point, in select places of their bodies. From what I remember from my studies, it turns out that these are actually very thin and fine feathers. It’s a mutation to adapt to the colder climate of the Midwest, as well as something called Homeothermy…a mechanism in reptiles to maintain a stable body temperature.” Milo accessed his PipBoy to show a picture of a Deathclaw from his region:

He sighed, resting his arm again. “As for the intelligence…there are a few theories on that. Some say it’s another spontaneous mutation, like their “fur” and homethermy. Others say that their intellect, as well as the physical mutations, are all a result of a group called the Enclave. According to history, when the original Brotherhood group first…arrived…in the Midwest, they landed near a city once called “Chicago.” Not long after, they encountered an Enclave outpost there. Both groups came to blows quickly, with the Brotherhood coming up on top. Afterwards, they gathered up all the knowledge and tech they could find, establishing Chicago as the main base of operations. The Enclave tried to delete all their data before the base could be taken. As a result, Deathclaws are mentioned, but nothing in more detail. So it’s possible, but not known for certain.”

Milo took a drink of water following his long exposition, then took a bite of cooked Bighorner meat, chewing softly as he patiently awaited any response from his companion. It was a lot to take in, after all.

*Looks up from cooking spit* Good Afternoon, friend. No need to hide, I was around "Smartclaws" all the time back in the Midwest. *rips meat from spit, holds it out* Bighorner?

Goris tilted his head and took a step back, alarmed that his disguise had been seen through so quickly. It was true that he certainly wouldn’t be passing for human, but most Wastelanders seemed to assume that the hooded figure was some type of disfigured Super Mutant. This human was far more perceptive, and that made him dangerous.

Still… Curiosity killed the cat, and it would certainly be the end of the Deathclaw as well. Goris carefully stepped closer, ready to bolt for the horizon at a moment’s notice. As far as he knew, there was only one group with knowledge of his kind: the Enclave."… What did you just call me?” He asked. He had never heard that term before, not even from the Enclave.

Milo kept his friendly smile, and explained. "Intelligent Deathclaws. We have them all over the place where I come from, some of them valued members of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel. A new name was conceived to refer to the intelligent variant, as opposed to the bestial variant...hence, Smartclaws."

Noting that the Deathclaw still seemed nervous around him, he added, "It's all right, I promise...please, sit. Eat, if you're hungry."

#Nice to meet you!#Goris

Another glaring day in the ruins of the DC ‘hellhole’. The wind was like natures TV static as it flowed through the broken structures of what used to be. A merchant trudged out from a building with a bag of goods. The bag did its best to hold it all in, the sharp corners of boxes and scrap metal…

Suddenly, a projectile struck the laser rifle, effectively rendering it useless. A split second later, the shot was heard. Then, the radio in the helmet of the man wearing armor crackled to life. A woman’s voice spoke through the radio, “AP rounds for this rifle are hard to come by, so I’d rather not waste the ammo on an asshole Outcast. Walk away, or the next one goes through your head, and the lady gets a nice suit of power armor with only a hole in the helmet.”

(He’s wearing the Outcast combat armor I designed earlier)

His orb, the eyebot companion flew up in the air and out of sight to both parties as he slowly turned his head to the left and removed his helmet; his expression completely livid in both disbelief and the fact some asshole busted his favorite rifle. “Motherfucker!” The woman on the floor laughed in a mocking manner. “Shut thee fuck up!"He barked to her. He looked back at the figure hiding in the building window. "You fucking heroes always gotta mess everything up! She doesn’t even know what she’s got. You’re really gonna-" The scavenger shot him with her pistol but missed and got his shoulder armor. Without blinking he turned his back to the brotherhood agent and drew his hyperbreeder pistol - shooting his assailant numerous times even after she was already dead.

Knowing that must be the strangers queue to open fire he sped to a building corner for cover. He shouted “So now’s the part where you’re gonna hunt me down because I killed the poor wittle scavenger, huh? I always genuinely regret having to kill my own brothers.”

From her vantage point in the half-crumbled building, Rebecca Jax swore under her breath. The scavenger’s attack and the man’s retaliation came suddenly. Before she could get off any shots, he swiftly moved behind cover. In response to his taunt, she shouted back at him with a voice of pure rage, “YOU‘RE DAMN RIGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” It began as just a simple scavenging mission. She heard the commotion and tried to intervene, tried to keep a person from being intimidated and attacked by someone who thought they could do or take whatever they wanted. She failed…and now it was personal. With a perpetual snarl under her helmet, Rebecca slung her sniper rifle over her back, ruefully wishing that her Scouter wasn’t all the way back at the Citadel. As it was, all she had in her arsenal was her Sniper Rifle, M29 .44 Revolver, and Combat Knife. Still, it would be enough. She rushed down the stairs and out of what was left of the old building she was in, drawing both the revolver and knife.

He muttered under his breath as he prepared himself for whatever was about to go down. “Ooooh hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Goddamn locals always gotta be clingy with their shit. If she just had a bit of sense and handed the damn thing over she’d still be alive…alright.” a quick inventory of his person and satchel confirmed he was prepared for the unexpected…mostly. The highlight of his mini arsenal (among other things; like tools) included the Hyperbreeder pistol, bowie knife, knowledge of advanced trap making, and lady luck. Engaging in hand-to-hand is a death sentence so keeping a distance is crucial.

He snuck to a different area and whispered into his pip-boy to MAD-E. “Maddy. What do you see?” The eyebot had stuck to the rooftops and turned off her screen. She’d only be able to give away Rebecca’s position sparingly to avoid being spotted. "She has left the building and is headed- lost sight of target." he responded quietly “Thanks baby.” and headed out again quickly to a different building, laying discreet sound traps behind him and keeping his pistol tilted highly. He may have lacked significantly in the armor department but at least he can move that much faster.

((I don’t know if you’ve ever played those call of duty games but I feel like i’m playing Search and Destroy, haha.))

((Hey, you’re right! Game on!)) Rebecca made her way first to the corpse of the scavenger, looking carefully around her for any signs of ambush. She looked over the body, sighing heavily and sheathing her knife. Kneeling beside the scav, Rebecca closed the still-open eyes of the woman, then took her .44 magnum and the few rounds of ammo it had with it. The scav was dead now, and had no further use for it; To say nothing of the fact that the more guns she picked up now, the less he could pick up later, and thus the better she felt. She checked the gun, spun the chamber, and clicked it back into place, still looking around her every now and then for any hostiles. The weapon needed some minor maintenance, but otherwise worked well enough. Then she noticed something else…the very piece of tech that started this whole ordeal. She picked it up and examined it. She was no Scribe, but recognized the part as rare and significant. She secured it away in her inventory and moved on carefully, a .44 revolver now in each hand. As she approached the position where she saw him run towards, she stopped, seeing an old bear trap hastily placed in the open, without anything to cover it or camouflage it. Under her helmet, she raised an eyebrow. Had she been in a better mood, she might have smiled. “Yeah, right.” She said, as she tossed a heavy piece of debris on the trap to trip it. As it snapped closed, however, the mechanism jerked a line of thin, hard to spot fishing wire…which had the pin from a frag grenade attached to it. When she saw the pin glint in the light, she swore, as pure flight instinct took over and she dove to one side; The hidden grenade or grenades went off a split second later from Wherever they were hidden, the explosive’s concussive force aiding Rebecca’s dive. Other than some of the fragments and debris dinging her armor, and the fire of the explosion adding a dusting of soot, she was none the worse for wear. Her pride was another story. She growled as she got to her feet. “Bastard…”

{{That made me smile, thank you for that. Usually when people take control of your character for a moment it’s to make them look dumb or make them slip up but that was entirely in character, thank you for that. :) }}

Charlie was busy setting up some ‘supply bombs’ a treacherous IED much like a bottlecap bomb but applied to ammo boxes and med-kits. The target opens the container - the lid pulls on a wire and activates the charge instantly. The charge could be anything from a frag grenade to a Microfusion battery. (Why I felt I had to explain that I don’t know) He froze when he heard the familiar spinning sound of the six-shooter. He smiled and mouthed silently “Oh no I’m smarter than that to step on an obviously placed bear trap, hurhurhur I’ll just trip it so I don’t step on it later…Do it…Do it. C’mon.” The bomb went off with a dramatic BOOM as it brought down a wall. MAD-E talked again “Daddy-” he immediately responded “I know.” Not knowing if the knight was alive or not, let alone where she was, or the fact that she had taken the tech. He ran out from a building into the street and blindly threw a couple of Microfusion grenades before running back to cover. Normally he’d throw out a taunt but he learned those are usually warnings; gives them a reason to look around for anything dangerous. And going for a coup de gras usually ended up badly. The other guy always had a trick up their sleeve and he’s only up for necessary theatrics. His one paranoia-induced fear was running into cover only to bump into the steel-clad woman. He didn’t realize it yet but running into different sets of cover every few minutes was a good way to get noticed…or caught.

((No problem, I’m glad I got it right!)) Rebecca spun towards the sound of footsteps, only to find herself running for cover yet again! The resounding explosion made some new damage to the ruins around the two combatants, but not much else. The Paladin remained crouched, silently berating herself. The only real advantage she had was her armor. Meanwhile, this guy had better weapons, the resourcefulness to make traps, and a level head on his shoulders. She was frothing at the mouth, and making mistake after mistake. She had to calm down. Think. An idea occurred to her, and in her anger, she almost considered it… “No…no…” She whispered to herself. “Last resort.” She stood up slowly from her cover, looking around carefully. Silence. Nothing moved… Then, she head more footsteps! She fired a few shots in the direction of where she heard them, but hitting only debris. She swore under her breath. Four shots out of eleven (she didn‘t load a new bullet in the scav‘s pistol), only seven left. Quickly, She made her way to where she heard the footsteps. Despite her attempts at stealth, it just wasn’t one of her better skills, and she couldn’t help but crunch debris underfoot. She scanned her surroundings, guns ready.

Charlie was still bent on setting more traps as he rushed to another building with a pulse mine covered in chewing gum on one side. (One of the few useful weapons he had found in the ammo boxes.) His heart nearly popped out of his chest as he heard the two gunshots tailing him. He knew she’d probably chase after him now that he was so close, while running he stuck the pulse mine on the wall at torso height. Should she follow after him it would be on her immediate right. Charlie held out his pistol once again as he ran around the building. If she gets hit he’ll go in and in a way ‘finish this’.

Rebecca held her guns out as she approached the man’s position. Then, she noticed some ammo boxes. Again, compelled to take whatever she could to keep it out of her prey’s hands, she approached them with the intent of looking through them. She remembered the incident with the bear trap, knowing that this person was clearly a traps expert, and therefore not stupid. With the man having most likely come through here, he would most likely have noticed the box also. Deciding that the boxes were either trapped, looted, or both, Rebecca finally chose to ignore them, hoping it wasn’t yet another mistake… As she was moving carefully and watching for any kind of new trap she suddenly stopped, seeing something stuck to a wall on her right. She made out what appeared to be a pulse mine. Rebecca thought a moment. A pulse mine would have been chosen if he wanted to knock out robots or people in power armor. Meaning either he managed to get a good look at her, it was the only ordinance he had left, or the pulse was meant to trip something else, much like the bear trap. Rebecca thought about shooting the mine, but knew the gunshot would alert him to her presence. Then, however, she had a better idea…but it was going to suck… Taking a deep breath, she stepped near the mine, and allowed it to detonate. “UNNNFF!” She grunted in mild pain, staggering and falling to the ground, her armor now rendered powerless. Slowly, she struggled to her feet, looking as if adjusting to a higher gravity.

Without warning Charlie struck her in the lower back with an old Sledge Hammer. The inertia and force behind it so powerful that the wooden handle snapped on impact and caused her to fall forwards. He ravaged her belongings in a flash and kept them from her immediate reach as he held her at gun point a few steps away. A Vats blip rang; locked on her head. “You make ONE move - I send one through your head and I get a nice suit of power armor with only a hole in the helmet.” He picked up the medical tech and threw her bag (or whatever she had stuff in) approximately five feet from her head. “Now - I’m gonna leave. And you’re either gonna go home with only a heated temper…Or I’m gonna kill you, and vacuum your dust from that fancy suit of yours…It’s all up to you.”