Hi everybody, I'm terribly sorry for the extended leave of absence with no word or even barest update. I know it doesn't make up for it, but I'd like to explain nonetheless in hopes that you'll at least understand. In short, I had a terrible series of events in my life that culminated in me meeting the love of my life, as well as the additional responsibility of having to provide for the two of us after we essentially were simultaneously evicted by our families. I'm doing much better emotionally from before, but the financial strain as well as consistent worry and anxiety has taken a lot of my attention. I do however, still enjoy writing and despite not seeing explicit comments, I did see every follow and like on my story, and it's warmed my heart to know despite the minuscule start of Bad Luck Brother, how many of you enjoyed it nonetheless ti be interested to see its update. I've had a chapter in the works that I'm now returning to, reworking and polishing, and I'm also excited to announce I'll be working on a Fallout and DC Universe crossover soon! I'm attempting to think of a unique plotline, shake things up more than just having my OC tag along on an already scripted mission, and don't worry, I assure you this OC isn't going to be straight video game rules where you stop time to eat thirty grilled radroaches to heal gun shot wounds haha! Not to say they won't have their shining moments nor ignore a lot of the cooler aspects of either franchise, but as a teaser, I'll include a small tidbit of a scene I'm thinking of building around that sparked the idea. Let me know what you think, and I hope to be able to meet your expectations and appeal to your sense of adventure and excitement once again!
~ Within seconds, a red and blue blur threw The Courier through concrete, rebar, cement, wooden supports, and a myriad of tables and chairs in a break room of the office building nearby. They rolled to an abrupt halt into the counter, throat clamped over the scream that was so desperate to rip from their lungs. The Monocyte Breeder began its work, metallic skull rattled but once more proving it's worth by refusing to crack under the impact, and an old auto injector that they had kept all the way from the Capital Wasteland sank a needle directly into their spinal column from the implant port in their lower back. They gasp, airway finally clear without attempting to throttle themself, and although they had faced dangers far, far worse with much less equipment, skills, training or abilities than most in this world had, what they saw shook their hardened, irradiated, resolve to the core. A man, a man who they were told for all intents and purposes was at his most pure indeed, just, a man, float a gentle few inches without touching the ground, muscle fibers that looked smaller than some raiders they had seen that they knew could smash apart tanks with ease, and a shadowed, burning red glare focused directly at them.
"What... have you done..."