I stare into the cold, dead eyes of the NPC quest vendor as he narrates my latest go here, kill that, pick up this mission to bring his wasteland community a little respite, and I feel his pain. This is because, whenever stops, well, raging for any moment, its cold, soulless core raises its head.
"I unload my shotgun into his face at point-blank range"
Aug 07, 2023
2 minutes
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days