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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

I don't understand why John obsessed over managing the Helmet when it was tearing him apart. With the helmet in a different room, John was just a Lord of Chaos. Following Paul's advice, he tried to become a Lord of Balance as a Lord of Chaos wearing the Helmet. So… why didn't John just give up on the task? John gives up on other stuff (civilians, explaining magic…) all the time.
That's exactly what he did...

Only you can't easily walk away from being a Lord of Order/Chaos.
 
I'll admit at this point I'm not theorizing but just along for the ride. Though poor Urisk, I do hope he ends up having a good time
 
Fall Over (part 5)
17th September 2282
Midday

Vertibirds aren't the fastest thing in the 23rd century, but they've got excellent mechanical reliability and endurance. And a far higher flight ceiling than the handful of propeller-driven fighter planes in Caesar's service. I suppose that I could have taken a flying saucer back, but I'd much rather put them back into active service for the infiltration teams rather than acting as a taxi service for me.

The Shi's fighters escorted us part of the way, but had to turn north into Ouroboros territory in order to recharge. She is willing to let us use her airbases in part due to her friendship with Diana and in part in exchange for joining the alliance against the Legion. I've also agreed to augment her at some point, both with psionics and -if we can get it to work- FEV. She's a hardcore eugenicist who's been proclaiming her own divinity to anyone who would listen ever since she left Twin Mothers, and after her second in command rebelled against her she's looking to put that on some sort of evidential basis. I'm a little concerned about what happens if what we do fixes whatever damage her brain took during the Legion's conquest of the Twisted Hairs, but she's an adult. And it's not going to make her more crazy.

"We're a minute out."

I nod, though obviously the pilot can't see. "Thank you."

So I'm riding home with the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, under Elder McNamara. After a long and borderline theological debate about the Codex, I was able to convince him that helping with security and maintaining the civilian electricity supply counted as acceptable aid to outsiders. And after a long and borderline theological debate with General Oliver, I was able to convince him that Brotherhood scribes stood a much better chance of getting pre-War technology working again than anyone he had under his command. So the Chapter is operating again, as a private corporation subject to NCR law and theatre command.

That was basically the arrangement I've tried negotiating for the Maxson Chapter as well, though in their case their bunker was pretty much written off by Cerberus's tentacles. Most of their paladins died in the war with Lanius and Cerberus, but enough of their scribes and knights survived for them to remain a viable Chapter. They'll be sharing the Boulder Dome with the Baggers, under WARDEN's watchful eyes.

I've got no idea what we're going to do with Arizona.

Diana got most of New Mexico, because she was best placed to actually make the place functional after the triple rampages of Paulus, Lanius and Cerberus. Texas wanted the part of Lanius's territory that was historically part of the State of Texas, which the Summer Federation didn't like because they used to live there. That resulted in them joining Texas with the two areas merging as a new Texan county. WARDEN got the newly liberated territory of Colorado and is planning to hold an election for governor just as soon as he can explain to his people what that is. Robot City got a copy of Doki Doki Shiteru 2, which should keep them entertained more or less indefinitely.

And we're all going to gang up on Caesar's Legion and its allies, and then… That's it. Apart from the Washington Brotherhood. And those weird insect-themed AIs in the Mid-West. And… Probably a bunch of other places that I haven't heard of, but…

Nothing critical. I'll be able to take a break. Maybe visit England, though that sounds like something that could turn into work. I don't know, it's-

The rotors switch angle for vertical flight. "Coming in to land now, Krono."

-nice to be able to make a difference.

I stand, keeping hold of the wall-mounted straps to maintain balance. And there's Groom Lake, and I feel a little weight come off my shoulders.

"…where everybody knows your name…"

"You say something?"

"Just singing a pre-War song to myself. It's good to be back. You?"

"Doesn't make much difference. Helios ain't exactly homey. I've got a few days of debriefing to look forward to about the state of the other Chapters, then they'll probably send me to Lost Hills to update the High Elder in person."

President Hayes is grudgingly giving Lost Hills their secondary bunkers back, in exchange for technical assistance with civilian technology. He wanted power armour, but that was a hard 'no' from the High Elder. Too much like adding to their military power. It works out for me, too, as it encourages institutional cooperation more if the NCR doesn't have power armour and needs the Brotherhood for power armour operations. I'm not sure that it's going to last; Hayes is going to pass that Bill through the NCR's congress to pardon former Enclave prisoners eventually-.

Maybe I could pre-empt it somehow?

We touch down in Groom Lake airport, and I step out of the vertibird with a wave to the pilot. She's back in the air almost at once, rotors turning to begin the flight southwards.

I then give my full attention to my welcoming… Committee?

Goris is letting out a continuous snort, his equivalent of a barely suppressed giggle. Keanan is doing that falsely-gormless smile that I've had a few subordinates do when the boss has done something foolish and they don't want to draw attention to-.

It.

They saw the broadcast.

And that's-.

Tears-In-The-Rain smiles demurely at me. "Husband."

Ah-h-h-h-h-h.

"Tears-In-The-Rain. Delightful to see you again. What brings you all the way here from New Canaan?"

She's smiling in that emotionally honest way she does so that I know even without probing her mind that she's making gentle fun of me. Then she forms an expression of mock-seriousness.

"Where should a dutiful wife be but by her husband's side?"

"Did-? You need me to explain things to your parents? Did you get kicked out of the tribe because of what happened? Because-?"

"She did not, though it speaks well of you that your first concern was for her wellbeing."

The man next to her is clearly a tribal of some sort, the crucifix around his neck with 'CTR' in place of the usual 'INRI' on the upright. Most of his body is covered in white or red paint, with a muscular body clearly visible underneath. Two ways of dealing with the heat in this part of the world: robes to keep the sun off or minimal clothing to let your sweat evaporate. I do perform a quick probe of his mind-.

"Chief Balm-Upon-Wounds." I perform a shallow bow. He's currently the ruler of most of Utah, and his rule appears to mostly be stable and non-evil. Getting him on-side would actually help quite noticeably with the strategic situation. "Welcome to Groom Lake. I trust that your stay so far has been pleasant?"

He nods. "I have learned much here. Keanan-Smith has been a good guide."

"And I-." I glance at Tears-In-The-Rain. "I wish to make clear that I had no idea what Doki Doki was planning, and I never did anything untoward to your daughter."

"So I have been told. And I have been told that you wish to step down as your tribe's chief to become the NCR's shaman."

"That's… One way to describe it."

"I think that there is wisdom in your decision. I had intended to take control of the tribes of Utah by force, but you have made me see the wisdom of absorbing them peacefully. I have sent a message to the Eagle Rock tribe, offering their chief the position of Air Marshall amongst the Ammonites if his tribe joins with ours. They know flying and flying machines well where we do not, but they are weak in other ways. Sharing our knowledge will make us both stronger. I know that they are worried about having to fight both us and the Ouroboros tribe, so I think that he will accept my offer."

"I don't know the man, but that seems logical."

He regards me impassively for a moment. "My daughter wants you as her husband."

"She-? Oh. She didn't… Say that when we last spoke."

She looks at me with mild affront. "It is not my place to ask you to marry me."

"It is if you want it to happen."

She draws herself up slightly. "Chief Krono of the Sky Walkers, I want to be your wife. Marry me."

Well…

"Tears-In-The-Rain, we don't know each other well enough to know whether we're a good match. But since you've come all this way… Perhaps we can do that now."
 
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17th September 2282
Midday


Vertibirds aren't the fastest thing in the 23rd century, but they've got excellent mechanical reliability and endurance. And a far higher flight ceiling than the handful of propeller-driven fighter planes in Caesar's service. I suppose that I could have taken a flying saucer back, but I'd much rather put them back into active service for the infiltration teams rather than acting as a taxi service for me.
Ah, the joys of having the biggest technological advantage in the wastelands. But limited ability to maintain and expand on that advantage. And this way, he reduces the odds of one of his most valuable assets being wrecked when the protagonist's curse comes calling.

The Shi's fighters escorted us part of the way, but had to turn north into Ouroboros territory in order to recharge. She is willing to let us use her airbases in part due to her friendship with Diana and in part in exchange for joining the alliance against the Legion. I've also agreed to augment her at some point, both with psionics and -if we can get it to work- FEV. She's a hardcore eugenicist who's been proclaiming her own divinity to anyone who would listen ever since she left Twin Mothers, and after her second in command rebelled against her she's looking to put that on some sort of evidential basis. I'm a little concerned about what happens if what we do fixes whatever damage her brain took during the Legion's conquest of the Twisted Hairs, but she's an adult. And it's not going to make her more crazy.
So, crazy, but manageably so. And with any luck, she'll die before long of those injuries and they can work with someone with more brains.

"We're a minute out."

I nod, though obviously the pilot can't see. "Thank you."
Riding back seat in a flier probably isn't the most comfortable option, but it's fast. And reasonably private.

So I'm riding home with the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, under Elder McNamara. After a long and borderline theological debate about the Codex, I was able to convince him that helping with security and maintaining the civilian electricity supply counted as acceptable aid to outsiders. And after a long and borderline theological debate with General Oliver, I was able to convince him that Brotherhood scribes stood a much better chance of getting pre-War technology working again than anyone he had under his command. So the Chapter is operating again, as a private corporation subject to NCR law and theatre command.
I wonder how many side-plots that would defuse. Probably ease a few tensions, at least.

That was basically the arrangement I've tried negotiating for the Maxson Chapter as well, though in their case their bunker was pretty much written off by Cerberus's tentacles. Most of their paladins died in the war with Lanius and Cerberus, but enough of their scribes and knights survived for them to remain a viable Chapter. They'll be sharing the Boulder Dome with the Baggers, under WARDEN's watchful eyes.

I've got no idea what we're going to do with Arizona.
I have no idea who any of these people are, but I admire how carefully he's juggling all the balls, at least.

Diana got most of New Mexico, because she was best placed to actually make the place functional after the triple rampages of Paulus, Lanius and Cerberus. Texas wanted the part of Lanius's territory that was historically part of the State of Texas, which the Summer Federation didn't like because they used to live there. That resulted in them joining Texas with the two areas merging as a new Texan county. WARDEN got the newly liberated territory of Colorado and is planning to hold an election for governor just as soon as he can explain to his people what that is. Robot City got a copy of Doki Doki Shiteru 2, which should keep them entertained more or less indefinitely.
A remarkable new era of peace and tranquillity for the Wasteland, it seems. For five minutes, at least.

And we're all going to gang up on Caesar's Legion and its allies, and then… That's it. Apart from the Washington Brotherhood. And those weird insect-themed AIs in the Mid-West. And… Probably a bunch of other places that I haven't heard of, but…

Nothing critical. I'll be able to take a break. Maybe visit England, though that sounds like something that could turn into work. I don't know, it's-
Don't kid yourself, Krono. There's always going to be work as long as you enjoy sticking your nose into other people's business.

The rotors switch angle for vertical flight. "Coming in to land now, Krono."

-nice to be able to make a difference.
And that's a good reason to go sticking your nose in.

I stand, keeping hold of the wall-mounted straps to maintain balance. And there's Groom Lake, and I feel a little weight come off my shoulders.

"…where everybody knows your name…"
Still always more comfortable amongst the first people you chose to make yours, hmm?

"You say something?"

"Just singing a pre-War song to myself. It's good to be back. You?"
I wonder if the pre-war culture could ever have produced something like 'Cheers'. Given how far back the minor divergences go... Would their world have suffered the economic downturn the Eighties did in our world?

"Doesn't make much difference. Helios ain't exactly homey. I've got a few days of debriefing to look forward to about the state of the other Chapters, then they'll probably send me to Lost Hills to update the High Elder in person."

President Lyons is grudgingly giving Lost Hills their secondary bunkers back, in exchange for technical assistance with civilian technology. He wanted power armour, but that was a hard 'no' from the High Elder. Too much like adding to their military power. It works out for me, too, as it encourages institutional cooperation more if the NCR doesn't have power armour and needs the Brotherhood for power armour operations. I'm not sure that it's going to last; Lyons is going to pass that Bill through the NCR's congress to pardon former Enclave prisoners eventually-.
And speaking of timelines... This takes place before the whole Ohio road-trip, doesn't it? <Checks threadmarks> By about two months. So he really did push that bill through...

Maybe I could pre-empt it somehow?

We touch down in Groom Lake airport, and I step out of the vertibird with a wave to the pilot. She's back in the air almost at once, rotors turning to begin the flight southwards.
No time wasted, eh? Smooth piloting.

I then give my full attention to my welcoming… Committee?

Goris is letting out a continuous snort, his equivalent of a barely suppressed giggle. Keanan is doing that falsely-gormless smile that I've had a few subordinates do when the boss has done something foolish and they don't want to draw attention to-.
Oh, boy. Here comes the ribbing.

It.

They saw the broadcast.
Expect to never live that down, Krono. At least amongst those communities that saw it.

And that's-.

Tears-In-The-Rain smiles demurely at me. "Husband."
Well, so much for that good mood you had going, huh? :p

Ah-h-h-h-h-h.

"Tears-In-The-Rain. Delightful to see you again. What brings you all the way here from New Canaan?"
Not even on the ground two minutes, and you're already feeling the shit tickling your chin.

he's smiling in that emotionally honest way she does so that I know even without probing her mind that she's making gentle fun of me. Then she forms an expression of mock-seriousness.

"Where should a dutiful wife be but by her husband's side?"
Now, I know an average man's first instinct might be to flee, Krono, but resist it!

"Did-? You need me to explain things to your parents? Did you get kicked out of the tribe because of what happened? Because-?"

"She did not, though it speaks well of you that your first concern was for her wellbeing."
So, does Daddy have the shovel or the shotgun today? :V

The man next to her is clearly a tribal of some sort, the crucifix around his neck with 'CTR' in place of the usual 'INRI' on the upright. Most of his body is covered in white or red paint, with a muscular body clearly visible underneath. Two ways of dealing with the heat in this part of the world: robes to keep the sun off or minimal clothing to let your sweat evaporate. I do perform a quick probe of his mind-.

"Chief Balm-Upon-Wounds." I perform a shallow bow. He's currently the ruler of most of Utah, and his rule appears to mostly be stable and non-evil. Getting him on-side would actually help quite noticeably with the strategic situation. "Welcome to Groom Lake. I trust that your stay so far has been pleasant?"
Well, at least marrying his daughter wouldn't offend anyone.

He nods. "I have learned much here. Keanan-Smith has been a good guide."

"And I-." I glance at Tears-In-The-Rain. "I wish to make clear that I had no idea what Doki Doki was planning, and I never did anything untoward to your daughter."
"And any recordings of the broadcast will bear that out..." Not that most people in the wastelands would have the ability to record it... More's the pity, as I bet it would become an urban legend before long.

"So I have been told. And I have been told that you wish to step down as your tribe's chief to become the NCR's shaman."

"That's… One way to describe it."
After all, some of these guys have funny ideas about the proper way to manage a slowly-redeveloping country. They're going to need someone to remind them about things like basic human rights...

"I think that there is wisdom in your decision. I had intended to take control of the tribes of Utah by force, but you have made me see the wisdom of absorbing them peacefully. I have sent a message to the Eagle Rock tribe, offering their chief the position of Air Marshall amongst the Ammonites if his tribe joins with ours. They know flying and flying machines well where we do not, but they are weak in other ways. Sharing our knowledge will make us both stronger. I know that they are worried about having to fight both us and the Ouroboros tribe, so I think that he will accept my offer."
And once they're aligned, the latter would fall in line as well, given a similar little greasing of the diplomatic wheels. I assume they're not crazy psychopaths or something...

"I don't know the man, but that seems logical."

He regards me impassively for a moment. "My daughter wants you as her husband."
And what his little girl wants, she gets, huh? Such a nice father.

"She-? Oh. She didn't… Say that when we last spoke."

She looks at me with mild affront. "It is not my place to ask you to marry me."
Ah, a good old-fashioned girl, huh? Sadly, Krono is about as dense as neutronium about these things...

"It is if you want it to happen."

She draws herself up slightly. "Chief Krono of the Sky Walkers, I want to be your wife. Marry me."
Just imagine the stories you'll tell your kids about this day. Heck, with psychic powers, you'll even be able to share it with them... :p

Well…

"Tears-In-The-Rain, we don't know each other well enough to know whether we're a good match. But since you've come all this way… Perhaps we can do that now."
I mean, it's not you had any plans for the next few weeks, right?

And so Krono's legend grows a little more. :D I can just imagine the tales that will be told of his adventures with the chief's daughter a century from now. Women will swoon at the romance, men will grin excitedly at the explosions... The perfect feel-good story for everyone! Meanwhile, back in the main plot, the boys will hopefully have an easier time with some local assistance. Let's just hope Quinn hasn't been paying attention...
 
1. I love the fallout stuff. It's very interesting.
2. If you keep blue-balling us on Constantine there's going to be a riot in this thread.
On #2, nah. Nope. Mr Zoat has our butts on the edge of pur seats, in perpetuity, until Paul's final adventure. Pitchforks and torches are taboo in this region!
Appreciation is mandatory!
 
Thank you, corrected.
And once they're aligned, the latter would fall in line as well, given a similar little greasing of the diplomatic wheels. I assume they're not crazy psychopaths or something...
Um.
So, crazy, but manageably so. And with any luck, she'll die before long of those injuries and they can work with someone with more brains.
Ah well.

Ouroboros certainly won't join the Ammonites.
 
I really don't feel like it's right to call this Fallout given it's a taking place in the universe of a fan game that has very little connection to the actual Fallout setting.
 
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So much pointless and cringe-worthy strife could be avoided if more people understood that.
People instinctively don't want things to happen.
They want things to be.

Happening = change = fear = bad

If retroactive causality became real, the human instinct would be perfectly at peace to the point of people laying down and simply dying from despair born of contentment.
 
I'd be honestly happy to never see Fallout or Grayven again.

Everything else is great.

I can enjoy Fallout chapters like this, where you could basically blur out all of the names and setting details and still have a comprehensible chapter just based on character interaction.

Most of the time... yeah, it's just "Blech, another Fallout chapter, skim, done." Never played the games, zero knowledge of the setting, and these chapters haven't inspired me to change that.

Feels like the Fallout chapters also get a lot more into the nitty-gritty setting details than some of the other crossovers.

Like, I basically know jack-shit about the He-Man/She-Ra settings beyond vague osmosis from the 80s, but those chapters really don't seem to demand more than that to be enjoyed.

With the Fallout chapters, feels like you honestly need to know who all the setting's players are and be emotionally invested in <Faction X> succeeding and <NPC Y> getting <outcome Z> instead of, presumably whatever happened in the game... and all of those details are just Charlie Brown-esque wahwah noises to me.

But, eh, I guess if some people are enjoying it, skipping an occasional day (or week) is just the price you pay sometimes. There are certainly parts of this fic that I enjoy quite a bit that others don't--the Grayven parts, for example.
 
These alt Paul parts are making me hope the Future Paul in Avatar: Legend of Korra that was teased earlier in the thread will be coming soon. I can't wait to see Tenzin's reaction when he realizes that Paul really isn't an Airbender but, from his perspective at least, a powerful spirit. One that interacted with a young Zuko and seemingly turned Azula into a spirit as well.
 
I've never played an actual Fallout game either. Though if Vegas ever gets remastered I might give it a go.

as someone who has, Elder Mcnara would not say "ain't" as he does in this chapter, think New England bookworm/politician despite living on the west coast

and I certainly enjoy the fallout chapters
 
It's not as good as 3. I'd recommend a remastered Fallout 3, just because with that one you can do real exploration.

Sacrilege of the highest order, Fallout 3 is only held back from being the worst Fallout game by 76 (and 4, at least for main games, depending on personal opinion) existing. Its only saving grace is that you can go where ever you want and do all ten of its actually interesting quests as soon as you find them, if you find them. Which is about the exact opposite of what most old Fallout fans actually want.
 
Sacrilege of the highest order, Fallout 3 is only held back from being the worst Fallout game by 76 (and 4, at least for main games, depending on personal opinion) existing. Its only saving grace is that you can go where ever you want and do all ten of its actually interesting quests as soon as you find them, if you find them. Which is about the exact opposite of what most old Fallout fans actually want.
Yeah, old school fallout fans say that, but they're looking through Rose tinted lenses.

 
Yeah, old school fallout fans say that, but they're looking through Rose tinted lenses.



I've watched that video before, and while I can respect John's opinions on Fallout 3, I also completely disagree. The fact that much of it is based purely off of his personal opinions and feelings on the matter (which is just what I remember of it mind you, it's been awhile and I could be wrong about the quantity) hardly makes for a good objective analysis on what makes good Fallout, or RPG in general.

People are free to like Fallout 3, but to basically every Fallout fan that's had to suffer Bethesda's cruel "mercies" it's god awful and has so little actually good content that it doesn't bear thinking about.

Admittedly my smack-talk is mostly light(-ish) ribbing on my part, but the game just doesn't appeal to a large section of the fanbase who crave a return to form, because as far as they're concerned the first two Fallouts are easily some of the best RPGs ever made, and only New Vegas comes close to capturing what made the series so wonderful to them back in the day.

Not saying they're objectively right or anything, just that they'd prefer a Baulder's Gate or Diablo to a new Action-Adventure game that only barely tries to be an RPG anymore.
 
Yeah, old school fallout fans say that, but they're looking through Rose tinted lenses.


I've never managed to make it trough this video, he and the people who agree with him clearly don't care about the original games, which is fine, but then they nitpick, fabricate and lie about them in order to defend 3 because that was their first fallout game which isn't fine and there's been a few videos dissecting Many A true Nerd's lackluster 'defense' of 3 tough only one survived to this day but it's a doozy:


I don't think this is the place to argue about this so let me just say that liking a poor sequel is fine, liking a bad game is fine, but you don't need to justify it or pretend like it's a good sequel or game.
In a lot of people's opinion F3 is a good game from their childhood, in a lot of old fallout fans opinions it's a poor sequel and in some it's just a bad sequel and bad game.

There is some concrete, objective measures of what makes a good or bad sequel and/or game and by those in my humble opinion Fallout 3 fails, the map is the worst that Bethesda ever made, there are some mechanics that are broken or outright useless, the game is ugly even for the time and the studio that made it, and the "Fallout" in 3 feels like a parody at worst and a Fallout theme park at best.

That doesn't mean people are wrong to love the game, I sure loved some massive pieces of shit that I played as a kid I just don't pretend they were diamonds.
 
as someone who has, Elder Mcnara would not say "ain't" as he does in this chapter, think New England bookworm/politician despite living on the west coast
Elder MacNamara isn't in this segment. That was a Brotherhood pilot from the Mojave Brotherhood. The 'under' bit is to confirm that he's in charge of them rather than Hardin or Elijah.
It's not as good as 3. I'd recommend a remastered Fallout 3, just because with that one you can do real exploration.
I'll consider it if I can side with the Enclave, and don't get auto-kidnapped in The Pit.
 
I'll consider it if I can side with the Enclave, and don't get auto-kidnapped in The Pit.

You can commit genocide for Eden by making Project Purity kill anyone with radiation (and maybe FEV?) altered genes, and I think you have the option of just murdering your way into The Pit, but there is no siding with The Enclave in the sense of joining their faction. No matter what you have to fight through them to get to Project Purity. Well, "fight" in the sense that you watch Liberty Prime turn them into scattered atoms and maybe shot a couple of them.

Pretty sure The Pit thing isn't intended though.
 
Everything I know about Fallout 3 comes from this:
the-problem-with-fallout-3s-plot
 
These alt Paul parts are making me hope the Future Paul in Avatar: Legend of Korra that was teased earlier in the thread will be coming soon. I can't wait to see Tenzin's reaction when he realizes that Paul really isn't an Airbender but, from his perspective at least, a powerful spirit. One that interacted with a young Zuko and seemingly turned Azula into a spirit as well.
Azula became a spirit?
 
I don't know anything about Fallout but find that a dating sim robot's kidnapping match making spree might have made a good alliance funny.
 

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