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Indeed until these new arrivals further distinguished themselves, it would likely be hard to note very much about them. But this? This was definitely going to be one hell of a moment. The Sergeant didn't react much to those who, well, behaved themselves. There might have been a slight rolling...

It was one of those things Jackalope had never understood -- Ghouls and well-educated people always pointed out how bad things were because of the War, but having no experience of life before it, Jackalope never really got how it could be that bad. It was normal, that was all. "I assume we're...

Jackalope tried to understand -- a poison that worked without needing to actually eat or touch it, that could make you ill from mere proximity -- that was strange indeed. But when Junior explained that radiation created ghouls, Jackalope seemed all the more perplexed, nose wrinkling. The matter...

And yet, apparently, the Children of Atom didn't ring any bells to Jackalope. His face seemed blank of recognition, only curious. And perhaps a touch too curious. At Junior's suggestion that he place any weapons atop the locker, he opened it up again. Speaking as he pulled a couple knives out of...

Of course, Jackalope thought it was likely, if not guaranteed, that their Sergeant or drill instructor or -- whoever it was to be, he didn't fully understand -- would have a look through those foot lockers anyway, but if Junior was confident in his connections, all the better. And hopefully a...

Jackalope looked up, and saw no reason not to take Junior's supposition seriously -- the fellow would probably know better about what the proper Troopers would do than he would, certainly. But he looked on with bemusement which became exasperation, at the way the two hid things. Under bunks! He...

Not just a burnseal, but one bearing gifts of Nuka-Cola. Jackalope rubbed with one scarred forearm at his face, briefly overcome with emotion, before staring at the astonishing assortment there -- all he'd ever seen was regular old Nuka-Cola and a few Wilds, back in the day. He stammered...

Jackalope only shrugged at the suggestion his name was odd. Of course he'd heard so before -- the lady who'd handled the citizenship paperwork in particular had made all her opinions on his name well-known to him, and she had quite a set of them, as he recalled. He figured it'd be a damn shame...

Jackalope carried only a stained canvas satchel with him, and by the way he walked, it looked to be pretty light. He paused in front of the tent only a moment. Stepping inside, he just stopped, blinking repeatedly. It was terribly familiar. Having spent some time at the Old Mormon Fort, even the...

Jackalope had done his best to blend in, to resemble any wastelander. He wore a buttoned, somewhat stained shirt, brown trousers and suspenders, with a broad-brimmed hat and a faded bandana about his neck. His curly red hair had even been cropped pre-emptively shorter, only a couple inches long...

Welcome to Flags of Our Foul-Ups, a Fallout: New Vegas RP set between the First and Second Battle of Hoover Dam. This RP centers around a group of fresh recruits to the New California Republic Army, going through basic training at Camp Golf. It is a literate RP and a touch more realistic than...

London -- 1707. Queen Anne remains on the throne in her fifth year ruling, but it is now the throne of a unified Great Britain, rather than of the separate countries which make it up. The change seems to many purely cosmetic, a facade of unity and strength without underlying meaning or...