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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Greener Pastures (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 12:15 am (UTC)(link)He headed toward the mountains and up a small hill. Once he crested it, another farm was visible.
“Huh,” Terry continued. “Looks like someone built over the downed silo.” He pointed the camera at a series of catwalks built on top of an overturned silo and connecting to the house.
“This must have been a ranch, see?” The camera moved to point at a fenced area.
“Just like in the old vids. People would keep cows here.” Terry moved closer. “Looks like a bunch of tumbleweeds got caught in here.”
“You want to buy a wind brahmin?” came a voice from off camera.
“AH! Where did you come from?!” Terry cried, and suddenly the view dropped to the ground.
“I come from here,” the gruff-sounding voice replied. “Where you come from?” he added, sounding suspicious. The view shifted, probably from Terry picking up the camera, and focused on a nightkin standing a few feet away.
“I uh... I came from there.” Terry turned, and his arm was visible on screen as he pointed to the distant skyline of the Strip.
“Hmph,” the mutant grunted. “Big noises and lights. Forget that. Do you want to buy wind brahmin or not?”
“Wind brahmin? Do you mean the tumbleweed?” Terry asked, pointing the camera toward a cluster of them.
“What tumbleweed? Do you want brahmin or not?” the nightkin demanded, taking a threatening step toward the man.
“Oh… Uh, how much?”
“All,” the super mutant said.
“A-all?”
“Yeah, they good quality. All.”
“All I’ve got is five caps…”
“Good, give.”
Terry handed over the money, then moved toward the tumbleweeds.
“Go on, they no bite,” the nightkin said off camera.
“Great,” Terry responded. The camera shifted as he leaned over and grabbed one.
He walked out of the pen and pointed the camera at his new purchase.
“The things I do for you, Sheldon.”
Re: Greener Pastures (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 12:44 am (UTC)(link)I have been thinking about this fill for a while and hoping for an update. It may drive me insane before we get the ending. XD Loving it! Really looking forward to finding out what happens.