(Perfect! Micheal loves to hang out there! They give him free money!)

(micheal?)

(You'll find out soon. He's my main Fallout 3 character and he's a delightfully insane man. You'll see.)

(Now, continue with the explanations, as I have run out of things to post about.)

(Umm...they should be almsot there. And 'there' is a small village of cannibals actually led by Micheal. When I get that damned modding system, I'll put into teh game, but for now its in my head. So...yeah....they should be floatin' along...I think.)

Silvian had picked Ethan. Ethan was his favorite, because you just cant beat the black and red combo.

The man grumbled as he walked and they floated, his brahmin still skittish. That would make getting there difficult, even if they were almost there. He stopped, lifting his hand to block the sun from his gaze. "Alright, we're almost there," he said, beginning to move again, his tongue moving over his lips, lingering over the place where there was no lip left, just teeth. In the distance, there seemed to be a tiny assortment of buildings, made of various materials, mostly scrapmetal.

"Too bad! It's just far enough away from DC to keep the kids safe from teh Supermutants and the slavers and raiders don't come out this far, so you're out of luck," the man hissed, turning to glare. "Michael wasn't about to endager these people with one of those infested buildings over in those damned ruins. Man has more sense than that..."

The man huffed, increasing his pace as they grew closer to the settlement, his stomach fluttering. He was concerned. Not that that was abnormal for him, but he was always concerned when he returned home. He was always afraid he'd find Megan dead or missing. Barking came from the village and a thin, canine form came bounding out, heading for the man with the force of a freight train. This was further demonstrated when teh dog toppled the man like a pin, its tail wagging happily. "Gah! Dogmeat!" he screamed, trying to push teh canine off him, the dog smothering his face in saliva.

The others dismounted as well, Autumn hefting Carlos up as gently as he could. He bowed awkwardly to the one he was riding, having, accidentally, forgotten its name. (I'm sorry...) Ashrinda did the same, her bow a flourishing display, her gown shifting around her in shadows. She turned, smiling as the mutt attempted to smother their guide, wondeirng how its fur manage to stay so shiny in such a oppressive environment.

Dogmeat halted his licking, jolting as it noticed them, blinking large eyes at them. Despite the vibe they gave, his tail couldn't help but wag quickly, a smile on his face if he could smile. Eventually, Dogmeat leaped from teh man's chest, his face glistening with saliva. "Thanks..."
he murmered, glaring at the dog as he stood, dusting himself off. He turned to look back to his home, the brahmin already making its way there, a child helping it along, his body covered in rags. Somehow, the kid had managed to slip in unnoticed, causing the man's expression to become sad.

Simon smiled as they walked, talking to the man about things like farming and genetic mutations. He patted the brahmin and soon the strange animal had become fond of him, licking his face with it's long tounge. Simon laughed "Ha ha, your tounge feels like radiation...."

The man grunted, turning to watch as the kid and his brahmin became closer, his smile lopsided as it appeared. He stood, Dogmeat panting and bouncing around him. "Well....you're here. Does that mean Michael's back?" he asked, the dog barking happily in reply. He jerked, looking to the kid. Michael was like a pmsing woman; he had mood swings and bouts of violence. For all he knew, the kid was walking into a deathtrap.

(Hey, you should bring in Shadow too. They need BROTHERLY LOVE!! *and not that kind, you sicko*)

(You mean the kind where Michel goes "BROOOTHER!!!!!! I luv yoooooooou! *Sparkle*" And Shadow is like "Ah! Teh mole rats! They are comeing!"?)

(Sort of! Why not!? Michael is a delightful, insane little retard! And, in my head, Shadow's always been the collected one who keeps Michael and his mental problems under control. But that's just me.)

(You know, sometimes insanity runs in the family >: )

(Ah, of course! There is always room for hereditary insanity!)

(My evil laughter scared the person next to me....Your going to have to help guid me, especialy in Paradise falls, i've never been there actually...)

(Oh...I haven't been there in a while either actually...heh...I can't remember anything until I find it again....)

(ok...I just checked it out on youtube, it's like mini mall meets refugee cam, but w/ slaves...)(You'll have to start with Michel.)
Simon saw something glint in the horizon. When they got closer, he relised it was a large settlement covered in sheet metal. There was battered up billbord with palm trees on it. "There it is kid, paradise falls." The man laughed, pointing at the growing town. "You'll see the way we work soon." He laughed cruely. Simon smiled "I can't wait!"

Michael giggled madly, a large grin on his blood stained face as he dragged the body behind a rock, a tad bit of its flesh sticking from his teeth. His white suit was splattered with the man's innards, his precious magnum strapped to the belt at his side. He couldn't help himself. The guys down at paradise Falls would get so mad at him,would disown him, even, if they found out he killed Ernie. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't his fault he wa sliek this! No! It was the radiation! The fucking radiation did this to him! His grin was replaced with a ahteful snarl, letting out his anger in a primal roar. Using strength he didn't knwo he possed, he tore Ernie's arm from his corpse, sending the limb sailing through the air and into the path of Simon and that slaver.