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I get to pay $431 dollars to have some teeth yanked out of my mouth, yaaaaaaaay.

Pretty much every physical trait-- curly hair, height, a decided tendency towards the zaftig, etc.-- except for my eyes and my teeth I get from my mom. The eyes, fine-- I like almond better than round anyway-- but seriously, mom, you couldn't pass on a complete lack of wisdom teeth? NOT FAIR.

Also, I've been writing Fallout 3 fanfiction. I've actually written more of this fic than I've written in the past two years total. It's a nice feeling, writing again.

Fallout 3, "Trust"

I slapped it up at ff.net even though it's completely unbeta'd. Feel free to rip it to shreds, it probably needs it. Yeesh, I am so out of practice...

I don't know how many of you, if any, play Fallout 3, but basically it's on the premise that I like the underdog, and I think Gob deserves to get laid, ghoul or not. Poor guy. Present tense, and I'm trying to avoid naming my Vault Dweller if at all possible, so for now she's alternately "Vaultie" and "kid."

( Chapter 1 )