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Video Game 1997 |
Fallout: A Post-Nuclear Role-Playing Game
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Harold: Mutants. They were everywhere. Seems you couldn't fart without hitting one. They were coming Mostly from the Northwest, though.
Vault Dweller: You farted Northwest?
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Narrator: War... War never changes.
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Vault Dweller: Well, How did you survive?
Harold: Didn't. Got killed... Man, I love that one...
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The Master: The Unity will bring above the master race. Master! One able to survive, or even thrive, in the wasteland. As long as there will be differences, we will tear ourselves apart fighting each other. We need one race! Race! Race! One goal! Goal! Goal! One people... to move forward to our destiny. Destiny.
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