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The air...hot and muggy as it is, only seems to get even moreso the further you walk into the irradiated mountains. Your geiger counter whirs and constantly releases loud clicking noises, almost sounding like the "microwaves" of the old world. You can easily feel how long it has been since you properly bathed as long strands of greasy hair stick to your face. Your purpose for being out here? Well...The elders spoke of a land where the grass is green, not radioactive green, real chlorophyll green! Not that you know what that is...you just saw that word in a magazine. You briefly remove your gas mask to down the last of your water, your throat as dry as the west. If your memory serves you right it should be visible over this last tunnel... You slowly make it to the top, peering over where you stand eye wide...Your heart racing...After years of searching, years of torment and rationing, years of using rocks as pillows...

 

You come face to face with an obviously horny mountain-Deathclaw, forever cursed to be bred everyday. Maybe she is gentle?....Who are you kidding, of course she won't be...

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Hello! I would most likely play the deathclaw in this! I think it'd be best as noncon but if you wanna play somebody freaky....I will gladly let that happen~ 

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