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“Home”, the word buzzed around Morgan's head like an obsessed bloatfly, refusing to leave him alone. “Home”, how do you define that, how do you even know what is home any more? Morgan had been wandering for so long now that it all just felt like renting a bed at any old inn no matter if that was the case or he actually put effort into setting something proper up, reinforcing walls, boarding up windows as needed. Like where he is now, an old, small, farmhouse he had spent some time getting furniture into to make it a bit more livable, even found a workbench so he could make what he needed. Sure it’s no Lucky 38 but the city life never suited him anyways. Again that damn word came buzzing through, “Home”, it certainly couldn’t be where he spent what little of his childhood he could before the Legion came and took him and his entire town, killing his parents in the process. No, it's been too long for that, he barely remembers that place anyhow, focusing on surviving does that to a man, all he remembers is it being somewhere to the east. He let out a sigh and looked at the map he kept above the desk in the room he used as an office and workspace, trying to remember, looking at the pins marking locations he had visited, it was quite a few now after his trips to places like the divide and the Big M.T., hell even so far as the capital wasteland. The capital wasteland, that was an event all in itself. Sure he had killed the man who killed his parents, but he had also worn himself out quite a bit doing it, not to mention losing his eye to that deathclaw, it does things to a man going through things like that. That is, if he can even consider himself a man anymore after what the think tank at Big M.T. did to him. Sure, the new heart saved him in the long run, and that reinforced spine isn't something to complain about really, but damn if he doesn't miss what a cigar and a scotch used to do to him. Yeah getting robotic parts put into you combined with being an ex-slave really make you feel like you're not a human some days, especially when combined with the nightmares of his past and his escape from the Legion. He sighed and stood up, accidentally banging his knee into the desk and knocking over a box in the process. He chuckled a bit to himself and he bent down to the floor to pick up the box and its contents, thinking “Heh, maybe I am human after all” and that’s when he saw what the box had contained. Strewn on the floor was dozens of pictures he had taken on his travels. His group of friends he made in the capital when he fought Junius and his crew, the vault dweller and his family, his various pets from throughout the years, the places he has visited, and most recently; his companions in vegas. Looking at all this, he finally had his answer: “Home is where I feel happy, and that is wherever the hell I want”

looks good flip

Note to Morgan:smack Elle for getting drunk. Another great chapter friend! :D

How exactly do you define a normal appearance? Could you improve it a bit please? (Sorry for slow reply,been distracted with other stuff)

"He is a great boy actually, met him over at Moriarity's a few years ago when he was fresh from the vault. Learned fast actually. Met his sister as well actually, sadly didnt have the chance to meet their father. I acutally never expected him to go off and save the capital but then again, we all are full of suprises. I mean, I bet none of you expected me to be an ex-slave and a tribal. Anyways let's see if the girls and Ferox left something for us in there." Morgan walked over to Jackson and poked him on the nose "And you know, if you are so confident in your strength, why don't we have a little fistfight later, Tiny." He then left and continued into the building.

"Now you just hold on there sonny, I trained 101 personaly ok? And if you ever try to say that he is copying you again, I'm going to slap you hard enough to send you to Vegas. Or atleast 2 meters back. The kid is actually a great guy, fast learner. Taught him evertyhing I could about survival and fighting." Morgan swinged his bag up onto his bag and got ready to move out "Alright then Versy, let's see if the ladies left anything for us"

excellent wrting my dear! good work as always :D

"Going to be interesting to see how well Jackson is going to be able to carry that load without killing himself. Or atleast breaking a leg or two" Morgan looked up at the items Jackson was carrying, rather clumsily, and made sure he had his bag ready for when it was his turn.

I'm trying to figure out what to write in a post. But everyone else seems to have abandoned the ship.

Morgan let out a puff of smoke from his cigar and looked at Axelle. "Naw, that's mostly in his direction. I come from more...humble origins. Native if you so wish. If you hadn't guessed already my survival knowledge isn't just from traveling, but my dad taught me all he knew before, well you know." He took another drag from his cigar and then kept speaking;"Sometimes I could be an walking encyclopedia, but I tend to let others answer since I'm trying to forget that horrible part of my life." "But yeah there sure are big cities like that. But I tried to avoid them mostly, bounty hunters tend to find the bigger places more interesting than the small towns."

"Actually cathy, a fish is smaller than a mirelurk, much smaller. They are more common outside of D.C. I've discovered. We used to eat a lot of fish back home, caught from the rivers. Some areas where hit less by the radiation than others you know? Some are quite tasty and some just tasted likes garbage. But if you had luck you found a big one that fed you for days. Sometimes, I miss home." Morgan looked into the distance for a while before turning to Vers "And that sounds tempting my friend, maybe I will join you there."

"Heh, you two would have proboably killed eachother pretty fast, faster than a Yao Guai on a fish I'm sure. Tell me friend, how was it back home? I never really visited Shady Sands. Is it a nice town?" Morgan tried to avoid big towns as much as he could during his escape, in case any bounty hunters where there so he had missed a lot of places during his travels.

Morgan nodded in Cathys direction "Fine by me, gives me some time to think about things as well." Morgan put his bag on the ground and sat down, tinkering with his rifle absent mindely while thinking about his past and any ideas that might pop up that could help the tower.

Morgan froze for a second when he heard Cathy mention the cazadores, thinking back to his travels. "As true as the dirt on my boots.Now I only quickly passed through during my travels but I was unlucky enough to run into a group of them. Dang things are poisonous too, nearly took off my hat for the last time. Not pleasant at all" Morgan shivered at the thought of the poison that had been through his veins that day. "Sorry, didn't mean to jump in like that. I'm sure that Vers knows more about them than me though, having lived there and all."

Morgan glanced over to Cathy and smiled in a half crazy way "Yeah I sure did, but don't forget that it was because I was on its back stabbing it repeatedly and it started swinging its head around. But you know, I'm kinda glad that it happened in a strange way, I can finaly say that I did something few would even dare to dream about. I stabbed a freaking deathclaw matriach to death and lived to tell the tale. Of course I still got to get used to having less vison but I still got my aiming eye left and I'm glad for that." Morgan lit one of his trademark cigars and looked dreaming into the horizon "although next time, I'll keep an eye out for its horns. Still my position as wasteland badass is secured for a while. Now I just need to beat an super mutant overlord in unarmed combat and I will be god on earth!" He gave Jackson a pat on the shoulder and walked out the gate, ready for a day of looting and hopefully keeping his eye.