Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180114222310/@comment-25828117-20180121214220

A begoggled pair of eyes peeked out from over a wrecked car that lay on its side. Its suspensions lay bare like a soft underbelly of a felled animal. In the wasteland the underside of a car usually had some handy nuts and bolts that could be scavenged and if you were lucky even a fusion core, thus having it so readily available and presenting was a nice change from the squirming and worming normally needed to get to the juicy bits if they were still standing on all four rims.

Andy wrung his hands together as a boyish grin appeared on his face. "Jackpot..." He thought to himself as he flicked the hunting knife from his belt and started to unscrew the precious metal with the flat head of the weapon turned tool.

Deftly but carefully Andy twisted the blade and the bolts followed, popping out one by one. It did not last long before the drifter had unscrewed the protective plating that held the fusion housing for these types of machines. And didn't it just appear to be his lucky day. His eyes glanced upon an undamaged still-goodish fusion core.

Andy pulled the dusty goggles from his face so he could inspect his newfound treasure more carefully. The yellow safety markings, the faint rust on the red coupling link... it was beautiful. If it couldn't potentially give him tetanus he would kiss it.

Coming to Denver had been such a good idea he thought to himself. The amount of loot that he had already found on the way in was staggering. He had also basically no trouble avoiding any unfriendlies on the way in as well. As he continued to wander down the street he saw one of them big gear-looking doors.

"56" He read out loud to himself. On his travels he had seen a few already, but they never appeared to be in order. As if the numbers on them where just random and without significance. Or if there was one, it would've been gone along with the rest of what came before.

He was curious though. Would there be any loot inside?