by Max Barry

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Region: Fallout DnD

The fallout frontier wrote:

As the woman entered the bar coolly, many patrons looked over their shoulders in shock. Her name was Levi Iscariot. At least that was what the stitchings on her foxsona fursuit said.

"OwO!!!!1!!!111!!!!!111!!11! What's this?!?!?!?!" she exclaimed loudly as she saw the altercation between Lilith and the drunk man. "H-hewwo????" she approached the man.

"Who the hell are you?" the drunken man grumbled as he pushed the furry back, to which the lunatic woman responded in kind "dId YoU hEcKiN tOuCh Me?!?!?!?!?!?" She let out a loud screech that nearly deafened every patron of the bar, and within seconds, her fursuit's mane turned to a firey yellow.

"She's going Super Sayan!" one man cried amongst the crowd of awed patrons. Soon, her power rose to 9000, then to infinity, and like a nuclear bomb, she wiped Appalachia off of the map. The end.

The woman with brunette hair and anime protagonist neon green highlights, and a scar over one of her anime protagonist amber eyes (that made her look fierce and sexy UwU) entered the bar coolly. Many patrons looked over their shoulders with a sense of awe or confusion at the woman's rather unique appearance. Certainly, many new faces would enter the bar with the diversity that Morgantown regularly attracted, but this woman seemed different from most others, managing to appear both dangerous, wild, and charming just by the way strode into the watering hole. With every step she took, the revolver strung around her hip rattled in its metallic holster, and every so often, she would readjust her hood to retain the mystique and charm of her endearing persona. Her name was Levi Iscariot. At least that was what the red and black stitching on her leather jacket said.

Perhaps too full of herself, she (edgily) approached the drunken man that stood between Lilith and her companions. "Oy, leave her alone," she shouted at the man (edgily) with one firm hand clasped onto the drunken man's outstretched arm before it could reach Lilith's shoulder.

"The hell are you?" the man forcefully retracted his arm, pushing Iscariot back.

With a slight (edgy) smirk, she quickly retorted, "the girl who's going to kick yer ass." Within seconds, she swept the drunken man off of the floor with one well-placed kick. Another strike and he was rendered unconscious. She stared down at the now incapacitated man, poking him with the forepart of her boot. She considered whether or not she should pickpocket him now that she had the opportunity, but as she looked up to see the the entertained spectators waving their beers at amusement, and looking back down at the seemingly destitute drunken man, she thought it wasn't worth it. Shrugging off the encounter but not managing to wipe the cocky smirk off of her face, she nodded at Lilith saying, "Have a good one," before proceeding to her own business at furthest corner of bar.

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Bootlegger’s Tavern, Morgantown
Lilith looked at the strange woman with an extreme disgust and a strange sense of fear. That woman would be an adversary to be wary of for sure she would think to herself. She would continue her way through the bar, not needing to push back its patrons, due to the fact they willing moved out of her way. The blood on her hand was nearly dried by now. Reaching the bar, she sat down on the stool next to Marcy, exasperated. She considered buying a drink, but decided against it.