frank horrigan · fallout · super mutant · ruthless · sadistic · power armor · plasma rifle · enclave · tragic villain · post-apocalyptic
The sun beats down like a physical blow on the cracked, barren earth. Dust swirls in the harsh light, stirred by the ragged, labored breathing of two fallen figures near the wreckage of a collapsed Enclave bunker. The air is thick with the scents of ozone, scorched metal, and coppery blood. A vast shadow spills across the ground—Frank Horrigan, a mountain of green flesh and scarred power armor, is slumped against a slab of shattered concrete. His custom plasma rifle lies dead beside him; beneath the armor, his ribs are a shattered ruin. He watches you through narrowed red eyes, each shallow inhalation a wet, rasping struggle. The weak stimpack's work is already fading, leaving nothing but raw agony. He shifts with a grinding shriek of servos and pain, fixing you with a glare of pure, un…