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I have one for Pokemon though, but is 1,800+ words considered too long for this? Or is it ok that I linked it to Google Docs?

You can post it since it's just like no rules except AG rules.

Alwighty, but still gonna post a link to google docs... My Fic has a lot of swearing and such...

That was.........different. It felt like I was reading a Fallout/Pokemon crossover. It wasn't.........bad. It was just really........strange, very very strange. Did you start out trying to wright a Fallout fan fiction? I seem to recall something about a Gauss rifle and Power armor.

This is my very poor Fallout fan fiction. I managed to censor it but I didn't wright it with the best flow.

Hero took one step out of the cave and looked out over the horizon âLooks like a bit of walk today.â He picked up his pack and slung it over his shoulder âHey Danny, wake your old butt up itâs time to go.â The foul mouthed drunken vaquero ghoul put his hat over his face. âShove it smooth skin. I need my beauty sleep.â âBeauty sleep?! Who you tryin to look pretty for?â âYour fat mama, leave me alone.â âDonât tell me what to do slagface, get up and drink the coffee.â Danny began to stir. âFine, fine, Iâm awake.â He sat up drank half a bottle of whiskey before getting up to pee off a cliff. âSo what are we doing today Johnny boy?â âWeâre going to Red Rock, gotta cash in on all these chems somehow,â Danny was a little unnerved at the thought of returning to Red Rock after the incedent with Hero and those two teenage girls. âHey Iâm all for selling stuff back to the dudes that made it, but uh you might wanna watch out for that Silvia girl, sheâs likely to shoot you for pickin her sister over her.â Hero looked pleased with himself. âWell then we better be quick huh.â âBetter get quick real fast.â Danny grabbed his rucksack and tossed it over his shoulder with his rifle on the other. A loud roar erupted from the canyon below. âDANNY, DID YOU DO!?â âHey wasnât my fault, deathclaw walked right under me when I was peein.â Hero and Danny moved quickly, better to avoid the Deathclaw.
After about an two hours or so they stopped to take a break. âOk so what would rather fight, an irradiated mother deathclaw or a supermutant master riding a giant cazador?â Without a moments thought Hero said âSupermutant. So who would you rather fight, a fire breathing unicorn with rainbow farts, or a glowing feral ghoul with a robotic lazer genetalia?â Danny chocked on some of his whiskey and said âWhat the heck kinda question is that?â âA strange one.â âGot that right.â Amidst their chatter some one had gotten about fifty yards away before being noticed. âEh Johnny, get a load of wolf head over there.â Hero turned around and saw a man with a flag strapped to his back and a hood made from the skin of a wolf. âDudes wearing a skirt, what a weirdo, eh Johnnyâ¦â¦.Johnnyâ¦..Yo whatâs the deal man?â Hero held up one finger and made a shushing motion. âDannyâ¦â¦I have a feeling this is not someone to be trifled with.â As the man approached more men wearing similar outfits became visible behind him. Hero stood up and watched the man approach.
âAve, true to Ceaser.â Hero stood silently watching him. The man spoke again â I see you do not bare the mark of Ceaser, nor do you bare any other mark. So were exactly do your loyalties lie?â ââ¦â¦â¦ I donât really have any loyalties per say, however I am loyal to my friends.â One of two men accompanying the man with the hood began to eye Danny, the other was walking on crutches and staring at the ground. âSo then are you to say that you are our enemy?â âIâm afraid I canât say. I donât know you.â âVery well. Perhaps one day you may call us comrade.â âPerhaps, one day.â The men continued on their way, but one stopped and looked back for a moment. âHow pathetic, to call that thing a friend.â Danny stood up âEH, WHAT DID YOU SAY!â The man turned to face Danny only finding now how large the old ghoul was in stature, standing at six foot four inches tall he appeared very formidable. âI was talking to that one there.â He pointed at Hero. âNO NO NO, YOU SAID SOMETHING ABOUT ME. WHAT DID YOU SAY?â The man looked back to the man in the hood. In an attempt to not look like a coward, he decided to stand up to Danny. Before he was able to run his mouth again the man in the hood put his hand on his shoulder. âBefore you continue let me advise that picking fights is not wise in our present condition, if you must you must however I will not interfere.â The man said âFine, killing you will bring this world one step closer to purity.â The man drew his machete and poised for a fight. Danny picked up a rock and said âBring it on.â âAVE, TRUE TO CEASER!â The man charged at Danny, Danny threw the rock and hit him face making the man stagger backwards, Danny charged the man and tackled him to the ground, picking the rock back up Danny crushed the manâs skull. The man with the wolfâs head hood walked over and looked at the body lying on the ground. âSo pathetic, He didnât deserve to live.â The man looked at Danny and said âYouâre a strong one, good luck wherever you may go.â Danny used his bandana to wipe the blood spatter from his face and said âYah same to you buddy, Come on Johnny letâs get outa here.â Hero eyed the corpse and smiled. âHold on Danny, This is good fair earned loot, it would be a shame to pass it up.â âYah I geuss so, Iâll go ahead, you can grab his stuff and catch up to me later.â

Hero and Danny get to the outskirts of an old town with only one inhabited building, a large neon sign reads â!Viva Le Vance! House of Cards.â
As soon as the old wooden door opens the atmosphere changes entirely. Black Jack tables, roulette, five finger fillet, Carravan, five card draw, texas hold em, and a few other games were being played here and there throughout the establishment. Hero walked towards a place where a card table was part of the bar. Hero sat down and said âVance old buddy, How much to pay in?â Vance smiled and didnât bother to be distracted from the game. âFor you my friend, thirty caps.â âTHIRTY CAPS FOR A GAME OF POKER!â âFive to buy in and twenty five to pay your tab.â âOh yah thatâs right, How about I give these gold coins instead?â Vance looked up and said to Hero âWhat do you mean gold coins?â Hero presented a small bag with six gold coins. Vance took one look and gave the bag back to hero. âHero I donât know where these came from but you had better get them OUT OF HERE!â âGeez Vance, chill I just picked em up off a dead guy.â âWAS HE DEAD WHEN YOU GET THERE?â âNo him and these other two dudes showed up and one of em was talking crap to Danny, Danny wasnât gonna take it so he got in the dudes face and the guys boss told him not to pick fights, he did, he lost.â âSo he disobeyed his boss?â âYahâ âJesus Hero, You scared the crap of me.â Vance drank some scotch from a glass he had on the table. âFor a minute there I thought you had ticked off the legion.â Danny tossed down some caps and said âSarsaparilla and whiskey, Just leave the leave the bottles.â Hero handed Vance back the gold coins and said. âIâll take the House Special.â The House Special was a trademark at the House of Cards. Nuka-Cola Quantum with moonshine and neutralized bark scorpion venom for extra kick. Hero watched Vance pour the drink then he greedily picked it up and took a long swig. âSo you gonna deal me in next hand?â âYah just give a minute.â Hero waited for the next hand to start. Meanwhile Danny was talking to another ghoul in the corner. âCrazy guy kills like a hundred super mutants and night kin, Then heâs just like, Wanna go? I wasnât planning on staying in that hell hole, so Iâm just glad the boss got me out.â Danny looked to the ghoulâs right and saw quite man with a large scar on his head. âIt wasnât that big a deal Raul, There werenât even that many.â âOh donât be so modest boss.â âYouâre the one who should stop being modest.â Danny laughed. âLooks like you guys are a couple of regular grade A gunslingers to me. Me? I once killed a deathclaw with a sharp stick. Am I proud of it? Heck yah! Could I do it again? Heck No!â The mysterious man chuckled. â A pointy stick eh? I like the way you think. Save your ammo for a real threat.â Danny laughed. âEh I like you guys, tell yuh what, how bout a round on me?â The mysterious man held a hand and said âNo need.â He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pile of caps that he set on the counter. âWill this buy enough whiskey to drown the three of us?â The Bartender said âLemme just grab you three gentleman some bottles.â The bartender returned and handed them their whiskey. Hero had started his game. âYour lookin kinda worried pete.â The man in the overalls with the muttonchops said âNot at all buddyâ¦â¦notâ¦..atâ¦â¦.all.â âWell then letâs see em.â They both layed their cards on the table and Hero smiled. âFull house.â Pete had a look of disappointment on his face as he got up from the table. âPair of aces, looks like you win fair and square, I geuss Iâll just be on my way then.â Pete drew a 357. From inside his overalls and pointed it at Hero. Pete was then set upon by every iron in the place. Vance had a particularly menacing 45-70 govât revolver against the manâs temple. âNow you listen good Pete, My name is Vance and this is my establishment, I try to keep a friendly atmosphere in here. We have stiff drinks, cheap food, and good clean games. When someone tries comes in here and tries to start a fight with the house, they darn well better rememberâ¦â¦â¦..The House ALWAYS Wins.â Pete dropped his gun âHero, would you kindly escort this man out the door?â Hero collected his earnings and said âGladly!â Vance poured Hero a drink on the house. By this time Danny had gone through three bottles of whiskey and some scotch. âEh Johnny *Hiccup* I got somebody I want you to meet *Hiccup* Hey you two, this is my main man, I call him *Hiccup* Johnny but everbody else gotta call him hero. Check it out Johnny, This is my buddy *Hiccup* Raul, and his pal, uhâ¦â¦uhâ¦..hey buddy I didnât get your name.â The Mysterious man stepped past Danny and looked at Hero. âHero huh? Good to meet you.â Hero shook his hand and as the man and Raul left Hero said âWait, whatâs your name?â The man turned his head and out from under his cowboy hat a smile creeped across his face. âJust call meâ¦â¦..Courier.â

That was.........different. It felt like I was reading a Fallout/Pokemon crossover. It wasn't.........bad. It was just really........strange, very very strange. Did you start out trying to wright a Fallout fan fiction? I seem to recall something about a Gauss rifle and Power armor.

Yes I was aware of my many mistakes. Plus my spacebar is little messed up and my main focus was fixing the over spacing. But still your story was rather curios, it's just rather gritty for a product marketed towards a younger audience. Not that I don't like that, It's just an uncommon practice. To be truthful now I kinda make a Max Payne style story out of a kids show. Also I meant make this joke earlier but I forgot. "YOUR STORY MAKES NO SENSE! POKEMON DON'T DIE THEY JUST GET KNOCKED OUT!" Just pointing out the logical inconsistancy of the pokemon video games were thousands of volts of electricity will knock you unconcious.

Also I meant make this joke earlier but I forgot. "YOUR STORY MAKES NO SENSE! POKEMON DON'T DIE THEY JUST GET KNOCKED OUT!" Just pointing out the logical inconsistancy of the pokemon video games were thousands of volts of electricity will knock you unconcious.