Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25547106-20160523023300

(The following role play is mostly Fallout content, with room for some minor MGE influinces, but not many.)

The dusty, barren and uneven soil crushed easily beneath his feet as Pvt. Irons trudged along, his trusty modded Fat Man by the name of "Iron's Perfect Game" slung over his shoulder and loaded with a bowling ball, several more loaded into a hopper-like device slung over his back. The armored being was headed due west, towards the remnants of his home; The Commonwealth of Massachussettes. 