As Fallout was roaming around the dungeons, he stumbled upon a stranger who seemed lost. The toxic looking courser looked at the pale stranger, who before he knew it had a little snake crawling out of his mane, a snake which almost matched Fallout in colour. This intrigued the pthalo courser, and he calmly approached the pale faced cream that stood before him. “Are you lost, stranger?” Fallout gen...