Lordfuzzytummy

I was a poor young boy, I lived on the streets with no one else, that was until one day I came across a man. This man was poor just like me and lived in a box; the box was on the corner of the street. I fallowed this man around eventually he turned around and said to me. “BOY STOP FALLOWING ME AROUND BEFORE I SLAP THE PISS OUT OF YOU!” And then soon after he said it he commenced to beat me. After he was done he gave me a cracker and picked me up. I lived with him in his box for 3 years after that. He never told me his name so I named him Uncle Cracker. Uncle Cracker died and now I’m a grown poor man living on my own like I d

                              Overseer’s First Day on The Job                                  A Fallout Short Story Well okay….I’m the Overseer of this vault I guess. They told me I’d probably have to do this job one day, but I never really believed it. Soooooo what was it they told me to do first? Oh! Yes I remember they told me to read the Overseers hand book manual thingy. Okay, so where is that? Let me just open this and bingo, found ya. Hum, it says I should keep the vault shut for 200 years after the bombs dropped….well I already got that step done. Check, okay step two make sure everyone is safe and

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Leon: Helena…. Helena: What Leon? Leon: We…..we gotta kill these zombies. Helena: I-I know that Le- Leon: Helena! WE GOT TO KILL THEM! Helena: Leon I know! Leon: HELENA! Helena: WHAT LEON? DO WE HAVE TO KILL ALL THE ZOMBIES? Leon: By God Helena….you're right…..that's a great idea. Helena: Sigh……

     When I was a young boy probably around the age of eight my mother would always tell me to never go in the basement. I also remember the time I asked mother what was in the basement, all she told me was that it was nothing important and that I should never go down there. I listened to her and did as I was told…..that was until one day my curiosity got the better of me and I decided I was finally going to find out the secret of the basement. I went down the stairs slowly and the closer I inched to the door I could faintly hear the sound of whimpers, sort of like a puppy and at the time I really wanted a puppy. I opened the door slowly