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picture_prompt_funTitle: A Devil I Know (Slightly Better)
Fandom: Fallout series
Rating: PG-13
Words: 270
Tags: spoilers, mild horror, Fallout 3, Operation Anchorage DLC
Summary: At least there are no demonic little girls.
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Very few things were worse than war, especially when she already knew the eventual outcome to that war would be more catastrophic than anything the designers of this simulation could possibly dream of. It was also possibly the worst scenario to choose for a type of virtual reality where your nervous system was so immersed that the shock of dying inside the game could actually kill you. To be fair, at least the machine's custodians had admitted this to her, even if they'd also said the program wasn't meant to be like that and they had no idea what the hell was going on, which was better than walking into an eerily silent vault with the games machine running and half the people strapped to it already dead. At least you mostly knew what you were getting, with a historical military simulation. Perfectly normal - disturbingly so, considering the world outside - towns were not going to turn out to be terrorised by murderous little girls who were actually the avatars of psychotic hackers.
Fandom: Fallout series
Rating: PG-13
Words: 270
Tags: spoilers, mild horror, Fallout 3, Operation Anchorage DLC
Summary: At least there are no demonic little girls.
picture:
Very few things were worse than war, especially when she already knew the eventual outcome to that war would be more catastrophic than anything the designers of this simulation could possibly dream of. It was also possibly the worst scenario to choose for a type of virtual reality where your nervous system was so immersed that the shock of dying inside the game could actually kill you. To be fair, at least the machine's custodians had admitted this to her, even if they'd also said the program wasn't meant to be like that and they had no idea what the hell was going on, which was better than walking into an eerily silent vault with the games machine running and half the people strapped to it already dead. At least you mostly knew what you were getting, with a historical military simulation. Perfectly normal - disturbingly so, considering the world outside - towns were not going to turn out to be terrorised by murderous little girls who were actually the avatars of psychotic hackers.
Also, they'd promised her that she could keep any loot she found - not the virtual object, of course, VR wasn't THAT weird yet, but the Outcasts had a warehouse full of genuine antique weaponry, including a certain Chinese sword that had not been surrendered willingly.
Anyway, Anchorage sure had been pretty. She leaned on the precipitous, swaying bridge and watched an eagle fly over the snow-capped peaks of giant conifers. Vast mountain peaks dominated the skyline.
Something exploded far too close to her for comfort, so she took out her rifle and began running again.
