Milk but he's a mask-wearing wolf (Thanks Wallhammer

the three of us would make GREAT fallout characters tbh

The boys as Fallout NPCs would be amazing

With these characters it would actually make sense for us all to have known each other before the war

I'm pretty sure synths were made after the war

Plus The Mojave is across the country from The Commonwealth, where synths were made 😭

Ohhh I thought I was supposed to be a Nick Valentine deal
but that makes more sense

Yeah, depends on which generation of synth, Punc might be created using the memories of Pre-War humans

I'll leave that up to you

I think it would be a cool that you were the same generation as Nick, but not given pre-war memories, before you're saved by The Railroad and given a free life

Yeah
What if I was just incredibly bored and lonely

Lmao yes

"WAITWAITWAITDONTSHOOT
please.
just play checkers with me!!"

YESSS

Imma be like https://voca.ro/1aMhw4WqBpa2

I love it
what do you think us two would be

Ngl you would probavly be a synth 😭

rip Mr 1 😞
What about rotisserie?

weapons of choice are Serrated Machete and Shotgun

My choices are probably .45 magnum, a cowboy repeater, and a tire iron

Punc's weapons aren't that great because he's not very weapon savvy

Charlie (or known as Charr) is an outlaw from The Mojave Desert, he was subjected to the radiation of the atom bombs at 17, which turned him into a ghoul

He was inspired by gunslingers like Billy the Kid and Lucky Luke, which led him to become an outlaw later in the wastelands

I don't know anything about fallout so I'll pass

oh ok

Thanks

Maybe like an ex-vault dweller

The Early Bird of Vault 23
(the letter number of I + the letter number of M)

"And....what is this?"

"Special Shell, silly!"

"And what does it do?"

"..it's kinda.. two shell insides in one shell."

(I forgor to give Charr a shotgun, he now has shotgun)

He loaded it into his shotgun. "Hm."

"Use it wisely!"

"Sure will.."

"Safe travels!
...please come back soon."

"Why thank you, partner."

*he just waved
but then stopped*
"...waait. I heard some popping and banging before you got here...
..was it..
...those losers I'm ashamed to be a part of?"

"Depends..what kinda losers?"

"The kinds that are sort of human but not really human."

"Nowadays, those synths look like real people. I dunno if they were."

"I can smell em from a mile away. Where exactly did you enter?"

"From behind me."

"..mmm...
..musta been, then..
..god, I hate those guys..."

"Well, they're gone, now. Got bullets in their heads."

"Glad to hear you got rid of..
...
..oh, that's.."

"...What?"

"..that was like..
%2 of them."

"Ya want more dead?"

"..you don't have the ammo.
I can SEE that you don't have the ammo."

"I can always buy more."

"It's not worth your time or resources, I can assure you. At least until you get something more powerful."

"Like what? My revolver's been servin' me since 2200."

"I know.
It's a revolver."

"And? I took down a Deathclaw with this thing once."

"That's nice.
You're gonna die here if you try to kill every single one of these synths with that thing alone."

"Why's that?"

"The numbers don't lie, friend of mine.
Speaking of which, I never got your name."

"Name's Charlie....just call me Charr."

let's take this to a private image

don't forget to delete this comment

"Right, Charr. I'm Punc. I don't know why."
*He doesn't know what his face looks like, nor that there's a ? on it*

He slowly remembered the rules as he played.

*who should win?*

(Uhhhh, Charr)

"..aw, rats. What a shame.
..prize time!"

"Even after a hundred years, I still got it."

"Hold out your hands and close your eyes!"

He held his hands out, closing his eyes.

*he felt something small, made of plastic and metal*
"Open!"

He opened his eyes.

It was a blue shotgun shell with a ? mark draw on with some kind of marker

"The New Vegas Strip, at the Mojave Desert. I remember it used to be called Las Vegas, and my dad would leave me and mom behind and stay there for weeks, and come back broke."

Awkward silence

"It's a place for gambling, and women, or men. Funny, really, because I'm not an adult, I'm technically not allowed at the casinos...but I just act adult enough, and they usually let me through."

"...
..I may not know a lot, but that sucks dude.
Anyway I wouldn't know anything about the place.
I don't have any caps to wager on this game.
How about we wager what I always do?"

"And what is that, pal?"

"Secret. Gotta play to find out."

"Fine."

"Now, let's play!"

"Alright...who goes first?"

"Black."

He moved one forwards.

"..mhm..."
*he moved one forward as well*

"Haven't played in about....hundred and ten years. Give or take a few."

"...
..am I gonna have to explain the rules for the 429th time????"

"I'll probably remember em if I play. We puttin' caps on this?"

"...
..the metal things that cover sodas??
why would I wager garbage?"

"That's currency, pal. Used to be water, but caps are easier to carry around."

"...
you mean for all these years we've been dumping GOLD down our incinerator chute?"

"I dunno...gold sells for a lot of caps, depending on the purity. Most of the times, people use it in energy weapons, or just get rid of it."

"...we've wasted so much MONEY!"

"Could always steal caps, like me...and then blow em all at the New Vegas strip."

"...the huh?"

"Checkers? I haven't heard of that game in a looooong time." *17 year old ghoul casually sounding like a chronic smoker*

"you don't forget things easily when you don't have a lot to remember. Reds or Blacks?"

"Black...hate those damn reds..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'know...reds....communists...."

"...
..I'm disinterested in politics. I live in a lab full of boring fake people who don't know how to play checkers."

"Well, I don't know much about politics, all I know is that communists shouldn't be trusted. I bet those bastards were the ones who dropped the bombs."

"Well.. commu.. community..
..maybe they just liked to share."

"The commies were the reason for the war, ya know."

"Cool.
You know how to play checkers?"