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might try to restore Nuka Tonic a bit, so it's more ledgible.

most of my writing is done under exhaustion, typically after a good ole' eight-sixteen hour shift.

Huh... must've been thinking about SV or SB

Ehhh, I was drunk when I wrote most of the first chapter.

So I did something rather stupid and have lost all my updates to Chapter 2, so I am going to postpone Chapter 2 to tomorrow. I've got work, toodles.

Second Chapter is Deleted. Putting on the finishing touches to the Replacement chapter, then Chapter Three- Factory Fuckery will be commenced! Otherwise, lick a cow

Personally I would never go with Ford. He was a Racist Anti-Semite who aided Adolf Hitler throughout WWII by playing the "They stole my factories, but don't Blow them up, UWU", allowing the Nazi's to use said factories as a way of protecting their military Industry, prolonging the war. If things...

I've got two chapters I will release (with the first chapter being rewritten, but barely even noticeably) I might get a third one in, but it still needs a bit more work. Hopefully I will get that third one out, but two chapters should be on the horizon. Alternatively, I will be using the...

I'm going to rewrite it, but you'll need to give me a day or two to come up with how It's gonna go. For now, I leave you the option to read the rather shitty second chapter. Once again, toodles.

Honestly I need to mule it over. I've got an Idea on how to Either redo said chapter, or simply go with a different approach, which would instead take us to Kingston, which much of the Pre-WWII stuff will take place in. I think I will spend a while thinking it over, you guy's will have my answer...

Honestly? The second chapter has a lot of holes looking back. But IDGAF. I'm tired as hell. Imma go to bed. Later piss ants.

Nah, It's just I tried to have a character that was racist once and they banned me for it on another site.

Well, if you're okay with it, then that tells me something. I was afraid that ya'll would get mad over the whole use of "Nigger" and other such slurs.

Nashville, TN. 10/26/1936 One moment, I was driving down the highway, the next? well... there was no highway. I had been lucky, the area I had been driving on turned into a small plain, devoid of trees, and a small dirt path in the distance, with a small herd of white tails galloping in the...