Barbedwire Jaguar (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} acierocolotl) wrote,@ 2008-11-01 07:21:00 |
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Time for the once-in-a-timeperiod update (Fallout 3 flavour)
This is my d00d. D00d here was an attempt to make a specific d00d I had in my mind, except it's hard to get a slightly grizzled 30-odd year old when characters here are 19. Whaddayagonnado? Change the name, carry on anyway.
A sweater vest, nice pleated slacks, and a sniper rifle trained on your skull while you're prone? So wholesome! All Eirik needs is a reclining chair and a doting wife to bring him the newspaper whilst he threatens your butt (and the various parts attached to that butt).
Eirik's day job is a butcher. A butcher in the post apocalyptic world, of course, which means fusion-powered one-handed chainknives and such. Don't fret about the stains, Stain-B-Gon will clear that up in no time! It's the modern housewife's friend!
This is Maria. Maria is a dainty slip of a lass. She struggles under the weight of the various, enormous arms she will eventually bear, primarily a chaingun. In the interim, this enormous flamethrower is great for working out her upper body and incinerating various scoundrels, bugs, rats, and scoundrel bug-rats.
With a little money, Maria was able to get an even heavier weapon, the "Rock-it Launcher". It's a charming weapon; it will accept damn near anything and fire it back out. She had an enormous stack of teddy bears and used them to smash the heads off foes. Empty bottles of scotch also worked well. The fedora, you must understand, is simply to get more suitably in character while guzzling down enormous bottles of hightest hooch. She is a gumshoe--though in this context, it means rendering heads down to gummy residue which then gets on her shoes. (You think that was belaboured? Son, you ain't seen nothin'.)
Maria means business. She's got empty cans and baseballs in there. She will fuck your shit. I mean figuratively. She won't actually fuck your shit literally, that's just gross. Get away from me.
This is my d00d. D00d here was an attempt to make a specific d00d I had in my mind, except it's hard to get a slightly grizzled 30-odd year old when characters here are 19. Whaddayagonnado? Change the name, carry on anyway.
A sweater vest, nice pleated slacks, and a sniper rifle trained on your skull while you're prone? So wholesome! All Eirik needs is a reclining chair and a doting wife to bring him the newspaper whilst he threatens your butt (and the various parts attached to that butt).Eirik's day job is a butcher. A butcher in the post apocalyptic world, of course, which means fusion-powered one-handed chainknives and such. Don't fret about the stains, Stain-B-Gon will clear that up in no time! It's the modern housewife's friend!This is Maria. Maria is a dainty slip of a lass. She struggles under the weight of the various, enormous arms she will eventually bear, primarily a chaingun. In the interim, this enormous flamethrower is great for working out her upper body and incinerating various scoundrels, bugs, rats, and scoundrel bug-rats.With a little money, Maria was able to get an even heavier weapon, the "Rock-it Launcher". It's a charming weapon; it will accept damn near anything and fire it back out. She had an enormous stack of teddy bears and used them to smash the heads off foes. Empty bottles of scotch also worked well. The fedora, you must understand, is simply to get more suitably in character while guzzling down enormous bottles of hightest hooch. She is a gumshoe--though in this context, it means rendering heads down to gummy residue which then gets on her shoes. (You think that was belaboured? Son, you ain't seen nothin'.)Maria means business. She's got empty cans and baseballs in there. She will fuck your shit. I mean figuratively. She won't actually fuck your shit literally, that's just gross. Get away from me.
