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hello niche community!
"Welcome back, kid."
Disclaimer: I haven't finished the game yet, the Sheriff is kicking the shit out of me lmao
Note: This is intentionally shippy uwu both me the artist and my character, Elviro, is in love with Nines <3
Army put your pants BACK ON.
[Anything Goes]
@tabellarium
Armando left home around mid-afternoon, when the sun wasn’t low enough to coax the predators out, but it also wasn’t high enough to boil his eyes out of his head. He walked backwards, waving goodbye to the crying figure of woman standing in the doorway of a broken down RV.
His Mama always did cry when he said good bye, bless her, she was too good for the likes of him.
The hulking mutant didn’t turn to face forward until his Mama was just a speck on the orange horizon. Unwise considering that coyotes and radscorpions tend to appear in bulk north of Goodsprings, but fuck it. Once he found patches of concrete road, he meandered his way back to town. It was a decent pit stop, and nobody there particularly cared if he shacked up in the abandoned buildings along the edges of the settlement.
Armando busied himself by tucking his secondary arms into the saggy belly of a stolen army jacket he’d squeezed into, it obscured enough to merely make him look like he had a gut. Couldn’t go scaring the denizens of the only neutral town for miles, now could he? These people could barely handle a few gecko’s near their water, let alone a four-armed man with a drug problem.
The fiend picked up his pace only once he caught sight of the Prospector Saloon, and the rocking form of Easy Pete (who always sorta creeped him out). The old man looked up as Armando weight caused the porch to groan, but both did little more than offer a cursory glance before the fiend got his ass out of the heat and into the relative coolness of the saloon.
Fallout 4 Armando. Heavily armored, less chemed out. So--you know---ten times more angry/dangerous.
tiddies out
And all he had to say was a long, drawn out “Courrriiieeerrrr.”
(Armando Rodriguez)