fallout

Marcus was used to screaming. when he set someone on fire, they screamed. when he shot someone in the leg, they screamed. when he slit someones throat, they gurgled, presumably a scream. when he burned the silver rush to the ground, they screamed. and truth be told, he liked it. the screams of his opponents were like an aphrodisiac to him. any amount of time in the mohave desert can do that. kill or be killed, and if you develop a weird fascination with death along the way, that's good too. and this town he was in, there were lots of screams. not death screams, but fear screams. and he didn't like those screams. they made him sick. he gripped old glory harder. it was sentimental, and he always kept it at top quality. Ulysses face ran through his mind for a moment. but only for a moment.

running through the streets, he saw a bunch of bodies, but no discernible wounds. after a few moments, he saw that the were just unconscious. playing dead. he eventually reached what he assumed to be the town center, and a group of wolves made of wood cornering a small butter yellow pegasus.

'huh, timber wolves. puns.' he grinned. getting up on two legs, he squatted, putting all his weight on them. he suddenly felt stronger. much stronger. he jumped and saw himself soaring through the sky. he even made a crater where he landed. too bad it was on one of the wolves heads.

it was all her fault. she had found a baby timber wolf hiding in an alley way near the village center. she had felt so sorry for it, she just had to bring it home. she should have known that the momma would come looking for it. and how would she have known that the baby's mom was a timber wolf matriarch? well, she was, and she brought the whole tribe with her. she had released the baby back to it's mother, but she still attacked the town. and now the wolves had her cornered. she wished for a peaceful solution, but things were looking grim. until something smashed down on one of the timber wolves heads.

Marcus didn't hesitate. when he smashed the wolf, he turned to the left, and smashed old glory into the face of another one. it cleaved through, leaving it in two equal pieces. he grinned. and looked to see the last wolf running off, it's wooden tail between it's legs. he looked over to the butter yellow pegasus and the usual conversation box opened.

"uh, thanks? i wanted it to stop without out bloodshed, but i guess that timberwolves don't have blood...

1. [what're you doing out here?]

2. [are you okay?]

3. [i'm going to kill you!]

1.

"what're you doing out here?" marcus cocked his head and returned to all fours.

the pegasus blushed. "well, technically, this is all my fault. you see, i found a baby timber wolf in an alley way, and i took it home, and i guess it's mom wanted him back."

1. [okay, i understand. i'm still going to tell the authorities, though.]

2. [i guess i could look the other way... for a 'favor']

3. [are you okay?]

4. [i'm going to kill you!]

1.

"okay, i understand. i'm still going to tell the authorities, though." her face fell.

"no, please don't! i already have two strikes! they'll arrest me and take away all my animals! please, i'll do anything!"

1. [speech: 97/75: give me all of your money, and i won't go to the cops.]

2. [i guess i could look the other way... for a 'favor']

3. [i have a little problem with that. you'll have to convince me more.]

1.

"give me all of your money, and i won't go to the cops."

"f-fine. here."

{you received: 1000 bits}

"thank you, dear. and i never heard your name."

"it's fluttershy. i live in the cottage near the forest." the conversation box closed, and fluttershy walked away, presumably back to her cottage.

{new marker! fluttershy's cottage.}

walking around the town, he found several more timber wolves, which he dispatched easily. while he was wandering around town, he looked at his pimpboy. the status page had changed completely, changing from a human to a pony, with wings and a horn. also he had new perks.

strength of an earth pony: your overall strength is increased, all melee attacks triple in damage, and you get an increased inventory weight, x2. that's right, x2! go wild!

magic of a unicorn: you can't hold your guns while your a pony. but that's where your horn comes in. it comes pre-equipped with a telekinesis spell. all other spells are classified as items though.

flight of a pegasus: you can fly! hold the jump button, and you can levitate! your perception and your agility go up + three, although your endurance goes down by one.

alicorn physiology: your the luckiest guy in the world! all your stats are tripled, and in conversation, your very presence makes people like you more!