Chapter 1: I've Got A Bullet With A Name On It
Okay, I'm not gonna lie. Light bondage is not the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

Wonderful, Khans and some dude with shitty fashion sense.

That's my package! You son of a two-cap whore, I'M GONNA RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF AND-

And, uh, you know, we can talk about this.

Okay look we've both said some things we regr-

...Alright, that was surprisingly painless. This afterlife stuff is pretty peaceful.
I hate it.

Ooooh great, looks like I'm not done yet.

The less I think about being unconscious in a stranger's house for a few days, the better.

At least you're not as weird as the last person I woke up next to.
That bitch had a real temper.

Yeah, it's Allison, but you can call me...

Got a nice ring to it. Once I get my hands on a shovel, you'll see why.

Eat me, old man.


I bet everyone loves to hear that from their neighborhood doctor.

Who would have thought a couple rounds to the face would leave someone disfigured?

Wait, you...
YOU GAVE ME A SEX CHANGE OPERATION?!

Oh no, okay, I just... I must have caught a weird glare on the screen or whatever.
No big deal.

I have nothing to say to that, you butcher.

No problem, lemme just...

Wwwwokay maybe I stood up too fast.

Baby steps, Allison. Baby steps.

And this carnival machine will tell me how fit I am?
Are you sure you're not the one who just had brain surgery?

Well look at that.

I was gonna clean Vegas out when I got there.
Now I've gotta make a bit of a detour.

At this point, I'm wondering what your motivations are for keeping a pretty young gal in your home for this long.

I don't recall routine medical exams telling me how awesome I am at swinging shovels and chucking dynamite.
But then again, I guess I'm not a doctor.

I have a problem.

Now excuse me as I take everything you own.

Once I'm loaded up on supplies and stuff, I decide to let the good doctor hand me even more stuff.

A Pip-Boy? Fucking SCORE. I don't know how I checked my inventory or healed myself before this moment.
Thanks for the rad birthday present, gramps. And you know, also for saving my life, I guess.


That will probably be sooner than you think.

I can promise nothing.

Oh my goodness is that the sun in my eyes?
Right, need to find the robot that dug me up I guess.
Where the fuck is he I wonder.
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The A in this case stands for Armageddon. As in, Armageddon a boner because this plane has a fucking HOWITZER sticking out of it.