It was a beautiful day when she rode into Goodsprings. The sun wasn't as ruthless as it usually was, the clouds that peppered the sky and the gentle breeze that passed through the wasteland would've made the trip pleasant to most people, if they weren't half dead that is. The outlaw rode into town leaking from multiple bullet wounds, burn marks covered the exposed parts of her skin and the charred outfit she wore spoke loudly enough for the folks around town to start calling for help. ... more>>

With half her vision tainted red and the other half dipping in and out of hallucination-filled episodes of clarity, the outlaw could do little other than think.

"How did I end up here?"

And that's the million-cap question because even she couldn't remember what the fuck left her in that sorry state, all she could remember, through the haze that were her dying thoughts was one word: Bull. <<less

Somehow, Broly had ended up in a very badly injured desert, having received that punch to the abdomen- Well, that didn't matter at the moment,... more>> because now he didn't have much time left before his conscience was claimed by him. dream world before the loss of blood from his wound, luckily there is always someone willing to help. Fem! Courier. <<less