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My deviantART story! I've been a member of dA for six great years! Though I've been on for a long time, I wasn't active on here until 2011 when I got heavily into Fallout 3 and drew a picture of my fallout character, whom I named Keoko after a character of my video game project, with Rivet City's chief of police, Harkness. From there I started writing Fallout fanfiction, and that is where my dA story really takes off.My deviantART story! by keokotheshadowfang
<--first chapter of Butterfly Kisses
BUTTERFLY KISSES is a fan story of the video game Fallout 3 by Bethesda. It follows the main questline of the game in which the main character leaves Vault 101, which she believes to be her birthplace, in order to find her father. The girl is inexperienced in the arts of wasteland survival and it is only through sheer luck that she meets the stern Harkness, and the resourceful Bryan. When her quest takes an unexpected turn, she has to figure out for hers
Karen and the Unexpected Transformation"Where is he?"
"This is ridiculous."
"Excuse me. Ma'am?"
"You'll have to come closer. I can't hear you."
"That's better. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you'd seen a friend of mine."
"What's he look like?"
"Well, he's not a friend exactly. He's sort of the narrator."
"That still doesn't tell me what he looks like."
"Have you seen anyone around here tonight?"
"Oh! There was this one fellow. He was waiting over there by those columns, when all of a sudden, he turned into a werewolf and ran off."
"How could you tell he was waiting?"
"He kept looking around aimlessly, and he was holding a pen and paper but not writing anything."
"Great, that must have been him."
"Well, if it was, I assure you he was in no condition to be narrating anything."
"Now what am I supposed to do?"
"What are you asking me for?"
"All I know is, there's supposed to be an unexpected transformation tonight, and he's supposed to take notes."
"I told you he turned into a werewolf. Are y
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