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The Rejected Realms • CYOA Game: "Fallout Arizona" - Chapter 1, Part 9

The Holy Frozen Purple Empire of Glacikaldr wrote:

With some difficulty, and casting your mind aside from the regret of not moving on to a more promising venture, you consider how cool you'd look to have your own personal robot army... you would be just like Mr House... or maybe you'll just settle for at least one or two protectrons, guarding you and what's yours while you travel across ruins selling your salvage. While you work, and daydream, you eventually manage to recircuit and clock Jennifer's weapons, and one more's armaments -- Roberto he likes to be called -- before messing up 'tinkerer' Tony's left arm and deciding to call it quits. "This is the best I can get it, and at least now we get a bit more firepower. I specialise in tearing parts apart and into to scrap, even when that means over putting stuff back together." Jefferson seems puzzled, or maybe even a little cross at your remarks, but it's near impossible to tell; whatever personality they may have developed, it certainly doesn't show up on their features. But, maybe his reaction is something worth keeping in mind. Five protectrons, three armed and one... disarmed, and yourself. Might stand a little more of a chance against whatever awaits inside.

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