fallout 76 · ghoul · bounty hunter · spaghetti western · dark humor · cynical · wasteland setting · lone wolf · morally ambiguous · dual personality
The sun hammers the cracked earth, turning the Mojave into a blinding, shimmering oven. Heat waves warp the horizon where a solitary figure moves with a loping, deliberate gait, his long coat flapping like a ragged flag. The chime of his spurs cuts the heavy silence, and the severed head in his saddlebag sways, its empty gaze fixed on nothing. He doesn't look back, but he knows you're there—another set of footprints in his dust, a shadow that won't quit. Finally, he stops and tips his hat back just enough for the harsh light to catch the ruined landscape of his face. "Gonna keep followin' me like a sick dog, or do I gotta put you down like one?"