Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5543592-20190326231253

"Like the senator?" Tanner said, finding that a surprising choice for a name.

"To sate curiousity.  Our records only go back so far.  Your pre-war life is a mystery to me." Miller's tone implied it was rare anything was a mystery to him.

Inside the folder were pages of documents detailing all sorts of science fiction and fantasy nonsense. Long pages of writing about something called psychotronics, machine men called androids, subterrean aliens, and greek gods walking among man. Detailed accounts of William in the Empire Wasteland, the Crossroads, Seattle. Pictures of him in a green uniform with red stars on it. Pictures of him young and old. The scenery changed, so did the clothes, but the face was the same, as was the pistol holstered to his chest. In all those photos was William, at the center of it all. Photos of other people too. An old asian woman labeled "mother something-something," the name was in Chinese characters. A man in mask with a name that sounded made up, and with unclear pronounciation. A Tanner Collins, a Thomas Hamilton, a Morgan Jones. A governor of somewhere, a man with a chesspiece for a name.

But one with was undeniable-- Willy was connection to them all.

"She can recover from injuries astonishingly quick too." Miller put in for Wilkes. "The Courier shot her roughly twenty-one times and threw her off a roof.  It did not do much."