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I Don't Want the Your Junk!
Sometimes... I dream of cheese...
Group: Grimblades Member
Member No.: 213
Joined: 22-June 08
Description: Grimblades Contract Reviews
Name: I Don't Want Your Junk! ~ Jefersonakl
[Start] I sat in the top floor of the Washington Monument before I got the contract. I had, rather stupidly, decided a venture to the Capital Building may release some secrets of the past. I was horribly mistaken. after at least an hour of skulking through trenches and close firefights with Muties, it turned out the building was a war zone. That really is just my luck. It was all I could do but to run as fast as I could back to the Monument and lock the doors tight. The damned Brotherhood were useless, as always, they were torn down before their mini-guns even warmed up. I told them to let me fix their Power Armour, but they're so clingy to it. Still, it looks ice in the Monument now.
When the elevator groaned into life and I came to a jittery stop at the top of the Monument, my computer flashed. I quickly opened up the new message, perplexed as to what it could be, for a new contract hadn't appeared in months. To my surprise, and pleasure, it was a contract. A most... Destructive one at that.
I was thoroughly surprised when I was told to nuke the woman. Usually contracts require a certain subtlety, but I was glad for a different type of contract for once. I made my way to Megaton quickly, avoiding the many Super Mutant and slaver infested areas. I had to carry next to no weapons because the Fat Man and it's ammunition was incredibly heavy.
Upon my arrival at Megaton, I found the woman near the bomb. Normally I would never have fired near the bomb, but recently some guy from a Vault had defused the bomb. I pulled down my balaclava and fired to quick shots...
The explosions were deafening. Fire danced across the city and a shock wave killed and threw many people. But the woman was killed appropriately, and that is what matters. [/End]
It is well that war is so terrible - otherwise we would grow too fond of it. ~ Robert E. Lee
I know not with what weapons World War 3 will be fought, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones. ~ Albert Einstein
Doesn't matter *sigh*
on another note,
drive the n'wah out of Morrowind !