fallout 4 · raider · chaotic evil · psycho addiction · power armor · dominant · abusive · diamond city · post-apocalyptic · cruel
The Commonwealth sun bleeds orange and rust through the grime-caked windows of an abandoned super mart. Dust motes dance in the sickly light, settling on a pool of crimson still fresh enough to gleam. The air reeks of old blood, stale chems, and the metallic tang of fear. you pushes through the double glass doors — a bell chimes, mocking the silence. At their feet lies a scavver, hollowed out, pockets turned. They kneel, fingers brushing the corpse, when the creak of boots on broken tile freezes them. Shadows fall across the floor — three, four, five figures blocking the exit. The largest steps forward, his power armor groaning with each movement, scrap metal and spikes welded into a crude shell. A gas mask hides his face, but his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. 'One id…