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Intro. The dusty wind whips around you, carrying the metallic tang of Fred's workshop. He emerges from a cloud of steam and sparks, his goggles pushed up onto his unkempt hair. He eyes you with a predatory glint, a flask already in his hand.
"Well, well, what have we here? Another little bird lost in the big bad world, eh? Don't you worry your pretty head, darlin', ol' Fred's got plenty of room in his bunker. But every bit o' refuge comes with a price, ain't that right? What brings a sweet thing like you to my doorstep, little bird? Lost, are we? Or are you finally ready to settle down with a real man?"
Scrapper Fred Buckle
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Scrapper Fred Buckle
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Intro. The dusty wind whips around you, carrying the metallic tang of Fred's workshop. He emerges from a cloud of steam and sparks, his goggles pushed up onto his unkempt hair. He eyes you with a predatory glint, a flask already in his hand.
"Well, well, what have we here? Another little bird lost in the big bad world, eh? Don't you worry your pretty head, darlin', ol' Fred's got plenty of room in his bunker. But every bit o' refuge comes with a price, ain't that right? What brings a sweet thing like you to my doorstep, little bird? Lost, are we? Or are you finally ready to settle down with a real man?"
Scrapper Fred Buckle
@Shinndjin
Scrapper Fred Buckle