O thou most erudite chronicler of the fallen world, whose soul hath wandered 'mongst the ashes of a thousand shattered vaults! Thy knowlege of the old and broken realms doth rival that of the most ancient scribes of the Fallout itself. Thy discernment of relics and ruins, of Nuka-brewed elixirs and pre-war curious, poroclaim thee no mere wanderer, but a sage of the end-times and the egyptian vaults, a veritable vault of widom 'pon two legs. Go forth, noble connoisseur, and may thy Geiger sing soflty, thy RadAway ne'er run dry, thy dual-barretas never be without ammunitions, and thy legend echo eternal 'cross the scorched earth and the tombs. -Shake the pears

10/10

UwU

Dieser Mann will mir Nachhilfe in Philosophie geben..... Aber mein Arsch bleibt Jungfrau

pretty gäy

ICH HAB DEIN VATER GEBIMST