Nacho-Monster

The best way to describe the Talon Company, is by comparing them to molerat colony. You just don't know why there's so many of them, and how they manage to breed that quickly, it's like a never ending supply of meat. The exception is that instead of biting, the Talon Company is armed to the teeth with guns, lasers and robots. They also can plan, and be stratigetic. But again, like molerats, the best way to eradicate them is to just go in, guns blazing. Alonzo could never do that though. For one, animals never seemed to attack him. Not even the fierce Yao Guais. He found them too strangely cute. And two, shooting people made him nauseous. He

Quill looked at herself in the mirror. Usually she would be jealous of all the other women on the Strip, their breasts always looking three sizes above 'Totally fake', their clothes clinging close to their seemingly perfect flesh and their wonderfully styled hair cascading down their shoulders. Whereas Quill's breasts barely made an impression in anything she wore, her leather armour adding bulk to where any other woman would be ashamed to have it, and her hair a messy clump on her head. She inspected her face; again, she would usually compare herself to the beautiful New Vegas residents. Sure, other women had freckles and moles too, but th

Jathis knew what most of his stories were to the children of Freeside. They seemed to tame the restless beasts inside the children; after all, other than their own mothers and fathers, he seemed to be the only person they would listen to. As such, he taught morals and mannerisms through narrations; to deter them from a life of immorality, encouraging them to make nobler choices. Jathis also knew that most of the children depended on him. The kids know there is lessons embedded in his stories, and while they did listen, and somewhat absorbed the essence of the tales, they loved Jathis himself. He treated them all kindly, and he would interv

He's comming, the man is comming! Why's he comming? Why, why, WHY? Run Rabbit! Fe fi foe fum, he smells the blood of a Rabbit. Oh giant sir, do I have to die? Run Rabbit! Run Rabbit! Be he alive, or be he dead; He'll cruch thy bones to make thy bread. Run Rabbit run Rabbit run run run! That's not right, I can't eat thyself. 'My bread', right, what he said. Run run run! I can't run for longer, no, I can't. I'm stuck in the Labyrinth, the maze. Run run run from the farmer's GUN! I can't see, but I can pray! I'll pray that he can't see through haze! RUN RUN RUN RABBIT! It's working, he's passing! No, he can smell fear. RUN RA