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     “You there. Yes you, could you please come over here and take a sample of this drink. I fear it’s too strong for me.” Tannis the woman of social anxiety is telling a stranger to come and taste a drink she conjured up. Mixed with a variety of fruit juices and some skag blood and slag, she was possibly sending this man to his grave. Though the researcher didn’t look all too welcoming, with sweat rolling down her forehead, white pale skin and a sickly expression, it was clear the woman seemed more nervous than the man. “Come on don’t be shy now. It’s good, my friend tried it once and said it was the best thing he’s ever tasted.” Her friend being Clork, a ceiling chair, and it had spilt all over his fabric so he never really got a ‘taste’ of it. 

     “It’s all organic and I’ve even tested it on animals, turns out it’ll give you increase strength for the day.” Trying to advertise a experiment was one of the hardest things Tannis has ever done, and she’s not going to back down until she gets her analysis of what the drink actually does. ( Would it make him sick, if he accepts it? ) Slag had a different affect on a multitude of people, everyone's reaction was a little different. Tannis’s wasn’t so bad, giving her an intense migraine until she drank a few bottles of water. After that she was completely fine.

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    It had been a long time since Brick had even saw the old buildings of New Haven. It pained him to see it now. The way it laid across the dry cracked crust like it used to be a ghost town. It was no where close to being one. Buildings and debris scattered on the floor, bones of those who died, black soot staining the ground. It was all too vivid in Brick’s mind. The screams of the citizens, those who never had a chance. Then those who survived, he remember seeing the tears of those around him. The man who loved to fight, couldn’t help with the fray between Hyperion and the town. There was no use… they would’ve won either way. Even if the vault hunters all attacked the huge monster known as Wilhelm. Brick gritted his teeth, savage like an animal a growl left his throat at the sight of the lost city. If only they could have saved it nothing bad would’ve happened.

    He wouldn’t have lost him. Dusty… 

    At the moment, he stood there staring down at the entrance to the once safe haven. It was no longer. [ Would it be wise enough to enter? ] Brick didn’t care he came here to do one thing and one thing only. Knowing full well that it’d bring back memories of the horrid past and mostly likely having to fight any vermin that dared to set foot into his once ‘home.’ Though the thought did pass his mind, he ignored it and kept walking on. A SMG in his hands, lowered, just in case he couldn’t get up close and personal with the said foes. Brick continued on until he saw the sight of prints similar to a boot’s. [ Who could it be? ] There was no way a bandit could have that fine pattern at the end, let alone a small heel. A growl left the berserker, hoping that whoever was close could hear that he didn’t like visitors in his territory.

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