Problems of Survivor

[Fallout_Boy]

35 minutes ago, xyzxyz said:

Yep

Well, sorry, then forget that I asked.

[DSHV]

On 5/1/2025 at 2:02 PM, xyzxyz said:

Are the Tenenbaums not normal settlers? I send them to the red rocket but can't give them jobs.

It might be a bug that I don't know how to fix.

--//--
Casino in the Fizztop Grille

Spoiler

A locked door in the basement of the Fizztop Grille that requires either a lockpick or a key that can be obtained from Fanny.
Fanny: Overboss, you want some real fun? The den under the Fizztop, where the bottle caps flow like water and the nights are... hot. It's free for you, of course!
What kind of place is this?
Dancing, games, chems, sex slaves, whatever you want. Classic set of wonderful pastimes.
Hell yeah!
Here are the key. Enjoy.
Yes.
Here are the key.
Not interested.
It's your business, but you're missing out on the best of Nuka-World.

Twenty-one:
Dealer: Welcome to the table, boss. Entry is 50 caps. Are you ready to take a chance?
How does it work?
Simple: you get two cards, I get two. You hit or stand. Close to 21, you win. Bust, you lose. Got it? (is a simplified Blackjack, implemented through dialogue and textboxes choices to avoid complex mini-games. Luck will play a role if I figure out how.)
Maybe later.
This way you'll miss out on your whole life.
I'm in. (50 caps)
Here are your two cards.
You got [card1] and [card2], total [amount]. I got [dealer_card].
Hit or stand?
Hit. (Receives a new card)
Stand. (Dealer plays his hand)
If the player hits: "You hit [new_card]. Total [new_amount]."
If bust: "Stop! You lose."
If you win: "Win! Here are your 100 caps." If you lose: "Luck is not on your side. Your debt is 50 caps."

Cap Flip: 
Dealer: Ready to play Cap Flip? Bet 50 caps on red or silver and I flip a cap. If you guess correctly, you double your bet.
Is this a serious game in your casino?
Among the blind, the one-eyed man is boss.
Red. (50 caps)
Silver. (50 caps)
And... (40/60 chance, with a house favor).
Your victory.
You lost, ha-ha!
Bye.
Hey, it's a normal game of chance!

Guess the Number:
Dealer: Place a bet of 50 caps and guess the number from 1 to 10 written on my piece of paper. If you guess right, you get 500 caps!
Bye.
Yeah, get out.
What a stupid game.
It's your face that's stupid!
I want to play. (50 caps)
And your number?
1-10
And...
Incorrect!
Correct!

 

Bouncer on the way out: You're in trouble, Overboss. Pay up or work it off. We already have a cage with your name on it.
I'll pay.
Ts.
I'll work it off.
Excellent choice. For us. We just need nude whore-waitresses!

Deliver orders, dance on the stage, or work off your debt very intensively. Sleep in cages with other debtors.

Barman: Move it, Overslut! These drunks want their booze, and you're the walking table. Spill a drop and your debt grows. You can sell your body for 10 caps, but no more. I'll add it to their bills and subtract it from your debt. Go!
Your order?
Rad-rat steak./Gazelle steak./Grilled Nukalurk./Crispy cave cricket.
And.
Ice cold Nuka-Bombdrop./Ice cold Nuka-Cola Dark./Beer./Smooth Operator.
Want to buy me? Only 10 caps.
Yeah.
No.

I got the order.
I'm listening.
Rad-rat steak./Gazelle steak./Grilled Nukalurk./Crispy cave cricket.
And?
Ice cold Nuka-Bombdrop./Ice cold Nuka-Cola Dark./Beer./Smooth Operator.
Now carry and remember to have more spring in your step. Your shaking tits are also part of the service.
Hurry up or I'll use your face as a coaster!
Faster, faster!
Move your fat arse, bitch!

[You were slapped so hard on your ass that you lost your balance]
[AGL 5+] [Restore your balance]
It's cool how you move your body.
[Lose balance]
[You spilled the order right on the customer's groin] (+25 debt)
Retarded schmoe! Suck it all out! [Your face was roughly pulled towards your mess]
I demand compensation! Beat your clumsy ass from the inside with my dick!
I got you, bitch! I demand a compensatory cocksucking and maybe asslicking!
Where's my order?
Here.
So get out of here, girl!
You spilled on my boots! Lick them, or I break ya!
Hey, how about I pay 10 caps of your debt and you serve me extra under the table?
Yes.
For such a huge amount of money, I expect the high quality service!
[Sarcasm] I take it this is not a pedicure?
It's a cock pleasing.
No.
Then fuck you.
This is not my order, you stupid cunt! (+50 debt)

After 3 patrons:
Not a total disaster, wench. Debt is down 150 caps - lucky you. Next time, rack up more debt, otherwise we didn't have time to enjoy your work./Back to the cage, or do you want another shift?
You're a walking mess, bitch! Debt's up 50 caps for wasting our food. Try again or I'll chain you to the bar as a pisspot!

 

At a stage: Hey, meat. Ready to entertain the crowd? I will cover 10 caps of your debt  for dancing and 30 for 3 jokes.
I will decline this opportunity.
As you know, your debt doesn't diminish over time, unlike your knockers.
I'll dance.
Well, damn, that shook 'em up! (Magnolia dance)
Let's get to the comedy.
Better be funny or you'll be dodging bottles!
Liked jokes:
What’s a raider’s favorite pet? None, petting for pussies.
What's worse than a raider's breath? His aim!
Doesn't it piss you off when victims cry and beg for mercy? Can't you at least once rejoice at someone else's happiness?
Why did the raider cross the road? It's none of your business, fuck off!
What's a raider's favorite kind of music? Heavy screaming.
Why don't raiders play hide and seek? Because hide takes a long time to process.
Why do we even need slaves? They are fucking slaves, come on!
I had a best friend. Then I found out he had better armor. Now I have no friends... but I have best armor.
I have no freedom, no prospects, no hope, but I have you guys. [Sob]
Why do raiders love explosions? It's the only time they feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Why's a raider's knife so dull? Because it's been through more hearts than a bad poet!
Haha, damn right! Keep it comin', girl!
Heh, not bad, naked bitch! More!
Fuck yeah!
Oh, you're so funny! We like it!
Safe jokes:
[Idiotic Slut] Why did someone cross somewhere? Sorry, I forgot.
[Idiotic Slut] How many light bulbs does someone need, well, something like that?
[Idiotic Slut] In short, several people came into the bar and something happened, I don't remember exactly what.
[Idiotic Slut] Knock knock. Who's there? We've come to visit you. Come in, dear guests. Did you like my improvisation?
[INT 1] I thought... and it hurt.
Ha, you're dumber than us! Keep goin', retard!
[Arseface] Look at my face! It's like an arse!
Holy shit, that's gold! Tell another!
[CHA 3+] Look! [Show your ass]
[CHA 5+] [Point to crowd and wink] Hey, check this out! [Pretend to flex, then fart loudly]
She's the best! Ha-ha-ha!
[CHA 8+] Hey, hey, listen carefully. GUTS!
[The raiders began to laugh hysterically, and some began to stab each other with knives uncontrollably.]
[Scary Wench] Laugh, or I'll gut the front row and make them clap like hand puppets!
Shit, she's serious! Alright, you win!
Disliked jokes:
Why don't raiders use stealth? They'd trip!
Bitches in the crowd, we know raider guys—big guns, tiny... the rest!
Uh, raiders... They are stupid, right?
Why did the raider bring a ladder to the bar? Because he heard the drinks were on the house.
What do a raider and a table have in common? I punch them both.
What is the name of the raider who can read? Noah One.
They say laughter prolongs life. Considering how much you laugh, you have 2 minutes to live.
How many raiders does it take to screw in a light bulb? None – we’re living in ruins, hello!
Someone said we have no future. I disagree – we don’t even really have a present.
I had an affair with a ghoul. He was a little rotten, but we had chemistry. Get it?
Raider life is like a wedding: everyone's in metal and leather, someone's crying, and at the end, everything's on fire. Oh no, it's not like a wedding at all.
How to make a raider think? Put three buttons in front of him and tell him that only one blows up his friends.
I once killed a deathclaw. Well, not quite a deathclaw and not quite killed. I once kicked a cat.
Raiders don't have problems with money - they just don't know what it is.
I would say you are stupid like you, but I'm afraid you won't get that.
Ugh, heard better from a ghoul! Step it up!
Boo! That's weaker than watered-down Nuka!
Kill that unfunny clown!
Lame! Throw a bottle in her!

2+ "good" jokes:
Well, damn, Overboss, you naked fucker! Debt's down 30 caps, and the crowd's drooling. Back to your cage - or wanna try for more?
2+ "bad" jokes:
Ouch, boss, you bombed harder than a nuke! Debt's up 45 caps, and the crowd's pissed. Dodge the bottles and try again - or crawl back to your cage!

 

Debtors:
Bimbo: Hi, my name is Bomb, don't listen to what these motherfuckers say.
1 What do they call you?
Doesn't matter!
2 What's your debt?/About your debt...
Fucking 2500 caps!/What about it?
- You lost that much on Guess the Number or Cap Flip? Are you stupid?
Hey, nobody asked me to pay right away, I thought I hacked this casino. Who knew you had to pay the bald gorilla at the door?
- [Sarcasm] Remind me what the exchange rate is between the fucking caps and the regular caps?
About 5 shove-deep-in-your-arse caps, smartass.
- That's a lot.
No shit! And I thought it was small. But you said it was a lot, and it kind of opened my eyes. I thought it was small, but it was a lot. Thank you! God bless you! May you not be gutted in some back alley.
- [Laugh in her face]
Hey, since I made you so happy, maybe you could toss me a couple of caps for the fun?
-- I can cover your debt in full.
If you think I can afford to buy this money, you're stupid. What's the catch? Or am I fooling you like a sucker? Tell me how I do it so that I can keep ripping off suckers.
-- I can give you 100 caps.
What kind of perversions do you expect from me for such a huge amount of money?
-- I can give you 1 cap.
For that I can only agree to a blowjob, boobjob, rimjob, fisting, gangbang, vaginal or anal sex. But no more than that!
-- Bye!
What does that mean? Our dialog was in full swing!
--- I was joking.
Fuck you and fuck your unfunny jokes!
--- I'll fuck you.
For money?
--- I'll fuck you for free.
Pervert!
--- Just take the money!
Oh, thank you. If I was given money for nothing, that would be great! (She becomes a raider)
3 So what are you doing here?
I'm building a bridge to the moon out of shit and sticks. I am in the debtor's cage! What do you think I can do? I'm being a debtor. I was told that if I get pregnant, my debt will be forgiven.
-- And you're pregnant?
What the hell am I supposed to know? My belly is growing, but it could be from the sperm I sucked out.
-- Will you give them your child?
We don't even fucking know each other. I know all these inner motherfuckers can do is steal mothers' juices and kick them in the belly. Can you imagine kicking your own mother in the stomach? What bastards!
-- [Sacrasm] Wow, firstborn for debt relief. Lending terms haven't changed in 200 years.
Are you on Jet or something?
-- (4) I can help you get pregnant.
M: Yeah, the more attempts, the more reliable the result. Show my womb who's daddy here!
F: Are you one of those dickgirls? I still don't understand how you grow your dicks.

 

Pacifier: Hey, you're going to be released soon, right? I, Pacifier, hi, am drowning in debt. If you give this letter to my friend in Goodneighbor, maybe she will come and get me out. Or... think of something else. Please, I'm on my knees!
What do I get for this?
Have you read The Count of Monte Cristo or Treasure Island? Friendship with dirty restricted paupers promises great benefits!
Can I just pay your debt?
That's 500 caps!
- Here. (500 caps)
Well, I won't argue. Thank you.
- For sex. (500 caps)
Both sex and money. How can I repay you for your generosity?
- This is too much.
I know it is!
Forget about it.
Yes, are you laughing? That's all I'm thinking about!
I'll deliver the letter.
Her name is Jill Tonic.

Pacifier's Letter: Jill! Help! I'm in Nuka-World! With huge debt! - Pacifier.

Jill Tonic: Pacifier sent you? That piece of idiot is in trouble again. I can't just show up at Nuka-World, it's suicide.
[Easy speech check] Would you betray your friend? She spoke so highly of you, so highly of your friendship...
Yep.
You know how to push feelings.
[Idiotic Slut] I was there, and it seemed like a fun place, so I didn't commit any suicides there. Although... No, I definitely didn't...
Okay, even if you survived there, it's not a very scary place.
[Scary Wench] If you don't go, I'll use pain on you until you go. It's reasonable to go without pain, but it's your choice.
[Gulp] No pain, please...
At least give her as much as you can so that she can pay off her debt faster.
Okay, here are 240 caps, that's all I can give.

 

(Failed to convince) Pacifier: Well? Enough time has passed for me to expect my request to be granted.
I couldn't convince her.
Well, you tried. You tried, didn't you? You tried? Well, did you at least actually deliver my letter to her or just throw it in the nearest trash can?
She gave you 240 caps.
And you are very honest. Well, at least thank you for cutting my debt in half.
She gave you 500 caps.
And you are very honest. Excellent, that's even better!
She said she hates you and wants you to stay here forever. Honestly, she's some kind of angry bitch.
Did she say that? Well, that bitch can go to hell!
Well, here's your reward, I hid it up my ass.
OR
(Managed to convince) Jill Tonic: You scum! That bitch was released in exchange for me!
Oh.
"Oh"? Is that all you have to say?
Well, you really freed your friend.
Former friend!
Yes, you really did do something stupid.
Oh, you're pretending to be an innocent as a virgin's hymen? You convinced me to come here! You're even more to blame. That's enough, go fuck yourself, dickhead!
I'm sorry, I didn't think it would end like this.
Shove your sorry up your ass, I don't accept it. In general, follow your own sorry.

 

Dancer Ember: Overboss, you're not like those dogs, are you? I'm Amber, stuck dancing for their kicks. I need to get out before they break me. Help me get a raider outfit so I can sneak past the guards. I'll make it worth your while... please.
Dance! (10 caps)
Ugh... Look closer.
What is your debt?
It is my father's blood debt, and it is permanent. Unless you can resurrect people, it will remain on me.
What's the plan, Ember?
Simple, boss. Steal a raider's gear so I can blend in. There's a hideout by the bar. I slip out, you get paid. Deal?
I'll help you escape.
For real? You're a saint in this hellhole. Get me the outfit stash near the bar. I'll owe you big time.
Why should I risk my neck for you?
Risk? I'm risking my life talking to you! Look, I have a unique recipe, and I'll write it down for you. Give me some raider gear, and it's yours. Please, boss.
[Idiotic Slut] You're a dancer? Can you teach me to wiggle like that?
Wiggle? Uh, sure, boss, but not here. Help me out first - raider outfit from the bar stash. Then we'll... dance. Deal?

You got it, boss? The raider gear? Please tell me you're not messing with me.
Here's the outfit. Get out of here, Ember.
I... I can't believe it. You're risking your neck for me. I'll slip out tonight - here's a recipe, all I got. If you're ever in Diamond City, look for me. Thank you, Overboss.
The outfit is yours, but you serve me first.
Serve you? You're as bad as they are... but I have no choice. I'm yours, Boss - outfit, then I'm your dog until we're even.
(Ember becomes a temporary follower for 24 hours, then escapes.)
Follow me./Wait./Sex./Trade./Dance.
Yes, boss.

Barmen: Keep an eye on the embers, they have a tendency to run away.
Rattin' out the dancer? Cold, boss. Here's 100 caps, and the Disciples like your style. Keep playing dirty.
OR
If the player delays (24 hours pass) Ember tries stealing the outfit herself, she's caught and caged.
Ember: Damn it, Boss, they nabbed me! Tried for the stash - big mistake. Get me outta this cage, please, or I'm done!
I'll pick the lock. Stay quiet.
Alright, thank you. Here’s a recipe, all I got.
[STR 6+] Screw the lock - I'll break you out.
Hell yeah, boss! Smash it - I'm with you!
You're on your own, Ember.
You... you're leaving me? You shit! I'll remember that!

I haven't come up with a name for the casino, maybe you can give me it. I also need a lot of dumb jokes for the PC's stand-up.

Edited May 3, 2025 by DSHV
Differentiating lines by color

[katrina.balanchuk]

On 5/3/2025 at 12:29 PM, DSHV said:

It might be a bug that I don't know how to fix.

--//--
Casino in the Fizztop Grille

  Reveal hidden contents

A locked door in the basement of the Fizztop Grille that requires either a lockpick or a key that can be obtained from Fanny.
Fanny: Overboss, you want some real fun? The den under the Fizztop, where the bottle caps flow like water and the nights are... hot. It's free for you, of course!
What kind of place is this?
Dancing, games, chems, sex slaves, whatever you want. Classic set of wonderful pastimes.
Hell yeah!
Here are the key. Enjoy.
Yes.
Here are the key.
Not interested.
It's your business, but you're missing out on the best of Nuka-World.

Twenty-one:
Dealer: Welcome to the table, boss. Entry is 50 caps. Are you ready to take a chance?
How does it work?
Simple: you get two cards, I get two. You hit or stand. Close to 21, you win. Bust, you lose. Got it? (is a simplified Blackjack, implemented through dialogue and textboxes choices to avoid complex mini-games. Luck will play a role if I figure out how.)
Maybe later.
This way you'll miss out on your whole life.
I'm in. (50 caps)
Here are your two cards.
You got [card1] and [card2], total [amount]. I got [dealer_card].
Hit or stand?
Hit. (Receives a new card)
Stand. (Dealer plays his hand)
If the player hits: "You hit [new_card]. Total [new_amount]."
If bust: "Stop! You lose."
If you win: "Win! Here are your 100 caps." If you lose: "Luck is not on your side. Your debt is 50 caps."

Cap Flip: 
Dealer: Ready to play Cap Flip? Bet 50 caps on red or silver and I flip a cap. If you guess correctly, you double your bet.
Is this a serious game in your casino?
Among the blind, the one-eyed man is boss.
Red. (50 caps)
Silver. (50 caps)
And... (40/60 chance, with a house favor).
Your victory.
You lost, ha-ha!
Bye.
Hey, it's a normal game of chance!

Guess the Number:
Dealer: Place a bet of 50 caps and guess the number from 1 to 10 written on my piece of paper. If you guess right, you get 500 caps!
Bye.
Yeah, get out.
What a stupid game.
It's your face that's stupid!
I want to play. (50 caps)
And your number?
1-10
And...
Incorrect!
Correct!

 

Bouncer on the way out: You're in trouble, Overboss. Pay up or work it off. We already have a cage with your name on it.
I'll pay.
Ts.
I'll work it off.
Excellent choice. For us. We just need nude whore-waitresses!

Deliver orders, dance on the stage, or work off your debt very intensively. Sleep in cages with other debtors.

Barman: Move it, Overslut! These drunks want their booze, and you're the walking table. Spill a drop and your debt grows. You can sell your body for 10 caps, but no more. I'll add it to their bills and subtract it from your debt. Go!
Your order?
Rad-rat steak./Gazelle steak./Grilled Nukalurk./Crispy cave cricket.
And.
Ice cold Nuka-Bombdrop./Ice cold Nuka-Cola Dark./Beer./Smooth Operator.
Want to buy me? Only 10 caps.
Yeah.
No.

I got the order.
I'm listening.
Rad-rat steak./Gazelle steak./Grilled Nukalurk./Crispy cave cricket.
And?
Ice cold Nuka-Bombdrop./Ice cold Nuka-Cola Dark./Beer./Smooth Operator.
Now carry and remember to have more spring in your step. Your shaking tits are also part of the service.
Hurry up or I'll use your face as a coaster!
Faster, faster!
Move your fat arse, bitch!

[You were slapped so hard on your ass that you lost your balance]
[AGL 5+] [Restore your balance]
It's cool how you move your body.
[Lose balance]
[You spilled the order right on the customer's groin] (+25 debt)
Retarded schmoe! Suck it all out! [Your face was roughly pulled towards your mess]
I demand compensation! Beat your clumsy ass from the inside with my dick!
I got you, bitch! I demand a compensatory cocksucking and maybe asslicking!
Where's my order?
Here.
So get out of here, girl!
You spilled on my boots! Lick them, or I break ya!
Hey, how about I pay 10 caps of your debt and you serve me extra under the table?
Yes.
For such a huge amount of money, I expect the high quality service!
[Sarcasm] I take it this is not a pedicure?
It's a cock pleasing.
No.
Then fuck you.
This is not my order, you stupid cunt! (+50 debt)

After 3 patrons:
Not a total disaster, wench. Debt is down 150 caps - lucky you. Next time, rack up more debt, otherwise we didn't have time to enjoy your work./Back to the cage, or do you want another shift?
You're a walking mess, bitch! Debt's up 50 caps for wasting our food. Try again or I'll chain you to the bar as a pisspot!

 

At a stage: Hey, meat. Ready to entertain the crowd? I will cover 10 caps of your debt  for dancing and 30 for 3 jokes.
I will decline this opportunity.
As you know, your debt doesn't diminish over time, unlike your knockers.
I'll dance.
Well, damn, that shook 'em up! (Magnolia dance)
Let's get to the comedy.
Better be funny or you'll be dodging bottles!
Liked jokes:
What’s a raider’s favorite pet? None, petting for pussies.
What's worse than a raider's breath? His aim!
Doesn't it piss you off when victims cry and beg for mercy? Can't you at least once rejoice at someone else's happiness?
Why did the raider cross the road? It's none of your business, fuck off!
What's a raider's favorite kind of music? Heavy screaming.
Why don't raiders play hide and seek? Because hide takes a long time to process.
Why do we even need slaves? They are fucking slaves, come on!
I had a best friend. Then I found out he had better armor. Now I have no friends... but I have best armor.
I have no freedom, no prospects, no hope, but I have you guys. [Sob]
Why do raiders love explosions? It's the only time they feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Why's a raider's knife so dull? Because it's been through more hearts than a bad poet!
Haha, damn right! Keep it comin', girl!
Heh, not bad, naked bitch! More!
Fuck yeah!
Oh, you're so funny! We like it!
Safe jokes:
[Idiotic Slut] Why did someone cross somewhere? Sorry, I forgot.
[Idiotic Slut] How many light bulbs does someone need, well, something like that?
[Idiotic Slut] In short, several people came into the bar and something happened, I don't remember exactly what.
[Idiotic Slut] Knock knock. Who's there? We've come to visit you. Come in, dear guests. Did you like my improvisation?
[INT 1] I thought... and it hurt.
Ha, you're dumber than us! Keep goin', retard!
[Arseface] Look at my face! It's like an arse!
Holy shit, that's gold! Tell another!
[CHA 3+] Look! [Show your ass]
[CHA 5+] [Point to crowd and wink] Hey, check this out! [Pretend to flex, then fart loudly]
She's the best! Ha-ha-ha!
[CHA 8+] Hey, hey, listen carefully. GUTS!
[The raiders began to laugh hysterically, and some began to stab each other with knives uncontrollably.]
[Scary Wench] Laugh, or I'll gut the front row and make them clap like hand puppets!
Shit, she's serious! Alright, you win!
Disliked jokes:
Why don't raiders use stealth? They'd trip!
Bitches in the crowd, we know raider guys—big guns, tiny... the rest!
Uh, raiders... They are stupid, right?
Why did the raider bring a ladder to the bar? Because he heard the drinks were on the house.
What do a raider and a table have in common? I punch them both.
What is the name of the raider who can read? Noah One.
They say laughter prolongs life. Considering how much you laugh, you have 2 minutes to live.
How many raiders does it take to screw in a light bulb? None – we’re living in ruins, hello!
Someone said we have no future. I disagree – we don’t even really have a present.
I had an affair with a ghoul. He was a little rotten, but we had chemistry. Get it?
Raider life is like a wedding: everyone's in metal and leather, someone's crying, and at the end, everything's on fire. Oh no, it's not like a wedding at all.
How to make a raider think? Put three buttons in front of him and tell him that only one blows up his friends.
I once killed a deathclaw. Well, not quite a deathclaw and not quite killed. I once kicked a cat.
Raiders don't have problems with money - they just don't know what it is.
I would say you are stupid like you, but I'm afraid you won't get that.
Ugh, heard better from a ghoul! Step it up!
Boo! That's weaker than watered-down Nuka!
Kill that unfunny clown!
Lame! Throw a bottle in her!

2+ "good" jokes:
Well, damn, Overboss, you naked fucker! Debt's down 30 caps, and the crowd's drooling. Back to your cage - or wanna try for more?
2+ "bad" jokes:
Ouch, boss, you bombed harder than a nuke! Debt's up 45 caps, and the crowd's pissed. Dodge the bottles and try again - or crawl back to your cage!

 

Debtors:
Bimbo: Hi, my name is Bomb, don't listen to what these motherfuckers say.
1 What do they call you?
Doesn't matter!
2 What's your debt?/About your debt...
Fucking 2500 caps!/What about it?
- You lost that much on Guess the Number or Cap Flip? Are you stupid?
Hey, nobody asked me to pay right away, I thought I hacked this casino. Who knew you had to pay the bald gorilla at the door?
- [Sarcasm] Remind me what the exchange rate is between the fucking caps and the regular caps?
About 5 shove-deep-in-your-arse caps, smartass.
- That's a lot.
No shit! And I thought it was small. But you said it was a lot, and it kind of opened my eyes. I thought it was small, but it was a lot. Thank you! God bless you! May you not be gutted in some back alley.
- [Laugh in her face]
Hey, since I made you so happy, maybe you could toss me a couple of caps for the fun?
-- I can cover your debt in full.
If you think I can afford to buy this money, you're stupid. What's the catch? Or am I fooling you like a sucker? Tell me how I do it so that I can keep ripping off suckers.
-- I can give you 100 caps.
What kind of perversions do you expect from me for such a huge amount of money?
-- I can give you 1 cap.
For that I can only agree to a blowjob, boobjob, rimjob, fisting, gangbang, vaginal or anal sex. But no more than that!
-- Bye!
What does that mean? Our dialog was in full swing!
--- I was joking.
Fuck you and fuck your unfunny jokes!
--- I'll fuck you.
For money?
--- I'll fuck you for free.
Pervert!
--- Just take the money!
Oh, thank you. If I was given money for nothing, that would be great! (She becomes a raider)
3 So what are you doing here?
I'm building a bridge to the moon out of shit and sticks. I am in the debtor's cage! What do you think I can do? I'm being a debtor. I was told that if I get pregnant, my debt will be forgiven.
-- And you're pregnant?
What the hell am I supposed to know? My belly is growing, but it could be from the sperm I sucked out.
-- Will you give them your child?
We don't even fucking know each other. I know all these inner motherfuckers can do is steal mothers' juices and kick them in the belly. Can you imagine kicking your own mother in the stomach? What bastards!
-- [Sacrasm] Wow, firstborn for debt relief. Lending terms haven't changed in 200 years.
Are you on Jet or something?
-- (4) I can help you get pregnant.
M: Yeah, the more attempts, the more reliable the result. Show my womb who's daddy here!
F: Are you one of those dickgirls? I still don't understand how you grow your dicks.

 

Pacifier: Hey, you're going to be released soon, right? I, Pacifier, hi, am drowning in debt. If you give this letter to my friend in Goodneighbor, maybe she will come and get me out. Or... think of something else. Please, I'm on my knees!
What do I get for this?
Have you read The Count of Monte Cristo or Treasure Island? Friendship with dirty restricted paupers promises great benefits!
Can I just pay your debt?
That's 500 caps!
- Here. (500 caps)
Well, I won't argue. Thank you.
- For sex. (500 caps)
Both sex and money. How can I repay you for your generosity?
- This is too much.
I know it is!
Forget about it.
Yes, are you laughing? That's all I'm thinking about!
I'll deliver the letter.
Her name is Jill Tonic.

Pacifier's Letter: Jill! Help! I'm in Nuka-World! With huge debt! - Pacifier.

Jill Tonic: Pacifier sent you? That piece of idiot is in trouble again. I can't just show up at Nuka-World, it's suicide.
[Easy speech check] Would you betray your friend? She spoke so highly of you, so highly of your friendship...
Yep.
You know how to push feelings.
[Idiotic Slut] I was there, and it seemed like a fun place, so I didn't commit any suicides there. Although... No, I definitely didn't...
Okay, even if you survived there, it's not a very scary place.
[Scary Wench] If you don't go, I'll use pain on you until you go. It's reasonable to go without pain, but it's your choice.
[Gulp] No pain, please...
At least give her as much as you can so that she can pay off her debt faster.
Okay, here are 240 caps, that's all I can give.

 

(Failed to convince) Pacifier: Well? Enough time has passed for me to expect my request to be granted.
I couldn't convince her.
Well, you tried. You tried, didn't you? You tried? Well, did you at least actually deliver my letter to her or just throw it in the nearest trash can?
She gave you 240 caps.
And you are very honest. Well, at least thank you for cutting my debt in half.
She gave you 500 caps.
And you are very honest. Excellent, that's even better!
She said she hates you and wants you to stay here forever. Honestly, she's some kind of angry bitch.
Did she say that? Well, that bitch can go to hell!
Well, here's your reward, I hid it up my ass.
OR
(Managed to convince) Jill Tonic: You scum! That bitch was released in exchange for me!
Oh.
"Oh"? Is that all you have to say?
Well, you really freed your friend.
Former friend!
Yes, you really did do something stupid.
Oh, you're pretending to be an innocent as a virgin's hymen? You convinced me to come here! You're even more to blame. That's enough, go fuck yourself, dickhead!
I'm sorry, I didn't think it would end like this.
Shove your sorry up your ass, I don't accept it. In general, follow your own sorry.

 

Dancer Ember: Overboss, you're not like those dogs, are you? I'm Amber, stuck dancing for their kicks. I need to get out before they break me. Help me get a raider outfit so I can sneak past the guards. I'll make it worth your while... please.
Dance! (10 caps)
Ugh... Look closer.
What is your debt?
It is my father's blood debt, and it is permanent. Unless you can resurrect people, it will remain on me.
What's the plan, Ember?
Simple, boss. Steal a raider's gear so I can blend in. There's a hideout by the bar. I slip out, you get paid. Deal?
I'll help you escape.
For real? You're a saint in this hellhole. Get me the outfit stash near the bar. I'll owe you big time.
Why should I risk my neck for you?
Risk? I'm risking my life talking to you! Look, I have a unique recipe, and I'll write it down for you. Give me some raider gear, and it's yours. Please, boss.
[Idiotic Slut] You're a dancer? Can you teach me to wiggle like that?
Wiggle? Uh, sure, boss, but not here. Help me out first - raider outfit from the bar stash. Then we'll... dance. Deal?

You got it, boss? The raider gear? Please tell me you're not messing with me.
Here's the outfit. Get out of here, Ember.
I... I can't believe it. You're risking your neck for me. I'll slip out tonight - here's a recipe, all I got. If you're ever in Diamond City, look for me. Thank you, Overboss.
The outfit is yours, but you serve me first.
Serve you? You're as bad as they are... but I have no choice. I'm yours, Boss - outfit, then I'm your dog until we're even.
(Ember becomes a temporary follower for 24 hours, then escapes.)
Follow me./Wait./Sex./Trade./Dance.
Yes, boss.

Barmen: Keep an eye on the embers, they have a tendency to run away.
Rattin' out the dancer? Cold, boss. Here's 100 caps, and the Disciples like your style. Keep playing dirty.
OR
If the player delays (24 hours pass) Ember tries stealing the outfit herself, she's caught and caged.
Ember: Damn it, Boss, they nabbed me! Tried for the stash - big mistake. Get me outta this cage, please, or I'm done!
I'll pick the lock. Stay quiet.
Alright, thank you. Here’s a recipe, all I got.
[STR 6+] Screw the lock - I'll break you out.
Hell yeah, boss! Smash it - I'm with you!
You're on your own, Ember.
You... you're leaving me? You shit! I'll remember that!

I haven't come up with a name for the casino, maybe you can give me it. I also need a lot of dumb jokes for the PC's stand-up.

 

So will you publish the Nuka World adventure as a seperate mod from 'problems of Survivor"?

 

PS: Just as review input: its immersion breaking to me that she gets called "Boss" or "overboss" in some of these dialogues though. it just breaks the atmosphere. Not sure if a lot of others agree or not.

Edited May 4, 2025 by katrina.balanchuk

[DSHV]

On 5/4/2025 at 3:02 PM, katrina.balanchuk said:

So will you publish the Nuka World adventure as a seperate mod from 'problems of Survivor"?

Yes, on the same POS download page. Well, the player will be called a overboss anyway. You can imagine that they do it in the most sarcastic tone.

--//--
Raider verbal duel minigame. What do you think about it?
Motherfatting

Spoiler

Chamberpot: Hey, boss, heard the raiders playin’ some game called ‘Motherfatting.’ Wanna try it? I know the ropes, could teach ya.
Mother... fatting?
Don’t look at me like I came up with this, boss. You won't believe how much this name amuses everyone.
What is this?
It’s a game, boss. Raiders yell rude-ass lines, all rhymey and shit, and you gotta fire back. Match their rhyme, keep the rhythm, and make ‘em look dumber than a radroach. Pick the right words, or you’re eatin’ dirt.
No.
Suit yourself, boss. Raiders’ll eat you alive if you can’t talk their trash, though.
Yes.
Alright, boss, let’s sling some shit. I’ll go easy - listen to my line, pick the answer that rhymes and hits back. 
You’re a shitty boss, your rule’s a fuckin’ loss!
Your shitty mouth makes every raider cross! (Wrong—no rhyme)
Close, boss, but ‘cross’ don’t rhyme with ‘loss.’ Try somethin’ like ‘toss’ to match my word. Keep it snappy, go again.
You’re just a slave, you’ll always take a toss! (Wrong—no rhythm)
Nice rhyme with ‘toss,’ boss, but your line’s too long. Gotta match my beat—short, like eight syllables. Try again.
You’re tough as hell, you shine like Nuka’s gloss! (Wrong—wrong tone)
Rhyme’s good, rhythm’s fine, but flatterin’ me? Really? Wrong game, boss. Gotta insult, rhyme with ‘loss,’ and keep it mean. Listen close, let’s go again.
Your mouth’s pure trash, I’ll wipe it with my dross! (Correct—rhyme: loss/dross, rhythm: 8 syllables, meaning: counters insult)
Ha, nice one, boss! You matched my rhyme, rhythm, and burned me good. That’s Motherfatting.
Imagine you won somethin’ good from me. You’re ready for the real deal now. Go find Bloodyfang over with The Pack, near their animal cages. Burn him good, or he’ll make you his bitch. 

The Way of the Voice 1

Spoiler

Bloodyfang: Let's pay Motherfatting. (50 caps)
Ha, I eat shit with my dirty mouth! Wait, that's not what I meant.
Try it, upstart.
(Picks 3 random)

1 You’re a stinking fuck with a mole rat’s prick!
Your stench is worse, you yao guai’s dick! (Correct—rhyme: prick/dick, rhythm: 8 syllables, meaning: flips stench insult)
Your breath’s like shit, a ghoul’s old tick! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: tick/prick, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
You’re tough, I guess, with your beastly trick! (Incorrect—rhyme: trick/prick, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, weak counter)
I’ll crush your ass, you Pack-born hick! (Incorrect—rhyme: hick/prick, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Attack Dog] Your hide’s so rank, it’d scare my mutt’s lick! (Correct, rhyme: lick/prick, rhythm: 8, meaning: dog-themed counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d fuck your pets, they’re hotter than your dick! (Correct, rhyme: dick/prick, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating counter)

 

2 Your ass reeks worse than a brahmin’s shat-out turd!
Your face is filth, like a deathclaw’s curd! (Correct—rhyme: turd/curd, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults appearance)
You’re gross as hell, a radstag’s third! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: third/turd, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your pets are kings, I’d never match their word! (Incorrect—rhyme: word/turd, rhythm: 9, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll burn your camp, you shitty herd! (Incorrect—rhyme: herd/turd, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-focused)
[Animal Friend] Your stench would choke my ally’s bird! (Correct, rhyme: bird/turd, rhythm: 8, meaning: animal ally counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d roll in shit to dodge your flirty gird! (Incorrect, near-rhyme: gird/turd, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating but no rhyme)

 

3 You fuck like a ghoul, all limp and decayed!
Your moves are worse, like a bloatfly’s raid! (Correct—rhyme: decayed/raid, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults prowess)
Your bed’s a mess, a radroach’s fade! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: fade/decayed, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your style’s so wild, it’s never been swayed! (Incorrect—rhyme: swayed/decayed, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll gut your ass, you Pack-born blade! (Incorrect—rhyme: blade/decayed, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)

 

4 I’d wipe my boots with your face, you shitty cur!
Your mug’s so foul, it’s a radstag’s burr! (Correct—rhyme: cur/burr, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults face)
Your stench is rank, a mongrel’s spur! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: spur/cur, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your Pack’s so fierce, I’d join without demur! (Incorrect—rhyme: demur/cur, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll smash your skull, you filthy slur! (Incorrect—rhyme: slur/cur, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d screw your dogs, they’re cleaner than your purr!” (Correct, rhyme: purr/cur, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating counter)

 

5 You’re a weak-ass pup, can’t bark with the pack!
Your bark’s all shit, I’ll bite your ass back! (Correct—rhyme: pack/back, rhythm: 8, meaning: flips weakness insult)
Your howl’s pure trash, a mutt’s old track! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: track/pack, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your Pack’s the best, I’d follow their knack! (Incorrect—rhyme: knack/pack, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your camp, you raider hack! (Incorrect—rhyme: hack/pack, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Attack Dog] Your pup’s no match for my dog’s attack! (Correct,  perk—rhyme: attack/pack, rhythm: 8, meaning: dog-themed counter)

 

6 Your blood’s too thin, no beast would lick your vein!
Your veins are sludge, a radroach’s shitty stain! (Correct—rhyme: vein/stain, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults blood)
Your hide’s too weak, a mirelurk’s bane! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: bane/vein, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your strength’s a gift, no creature feels your pain! (Incorrect—rhyme: pain/vein, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll rip your throat, you raider’s wane! (Incorrect—rhyme: wane/vein, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Animal Friend] Your blood’s no draw for my ally’s fang’s gain! (Correct, rhyme: gain/vein, rhythm: 8, meaning: animal ally counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d bleed for dogs, they’d shun your shitty chain!” (Correct, rhyme: chain/vein, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating counter)

 

7 You’re a mangy fuck, your hide’s a molerat’s scab!
Your hide’s pure rot, a bloatfly’s shitty slab! (Correct—rhyme: scab/slab, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults hide)
Your fur’s all shit, a radstag’s drab! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: drab/scab, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your Pack’s so tough, I’d join their beastly stab! (Incorrect—rhyme: stab/scab, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your skull, you raider’s flab! (Incorrect—rhyme: flab/scab, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Scary Wench] Your scabby ass fears my wench’s jab! (Correct, rhyme: jab/scab, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)

 

8 Your stench would choke a deathclaw’s fucking nose!
Your smell’s pure shit, a ghoul’s decaying rose! (Correct—rhyme: nose/rose, rhythm: 8, meaning: flips stench insult)
Your reek’s a plague, a brahmin’s prose! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: prose/nose, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your scent’s a draw, it’s fierce like Pack’s repose! (Incorrect—rhyme: repose/nose, rhythm: 9, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll gut your ass, you raider’s woes! (Incorrect—rhyme: woes/nose, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d sniff your mutts, they’re sweeter than your clothes! (Incorrect, rhyme: clothes/nose, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, not insulting)

 

9 You’re a shitty runt, can’t hunt with my hounds!
Your hounds are trash, I’ll bury their grounds! (Correct—rhyme: hounds/grounds, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults hounds)
Your pack’s a joke, a mutt’s old mounds! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: mounds/hounds, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your dogs are gods, I’d worship their sounds! (Incorrect—rhyme: sounds/hounds, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your camp, you raider’s pounds! (Incorrect—rhyme: pounds/hounds, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Animal Friend] Your runts can’t face my ally’s bounds! (Correct, rhyme: bounds/hounds, rhythm: 8, meaning: animal ally counter)

 

10 Your guts are weak, a radroach’d spit you out!
Your guts are slime, a bloatfly’s shitty spout! (Correct—rhyme: out/spout, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults guts)
Your hide’s too soft, a mirelurk’s rout! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: rout/out, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your strength’s a beast, I’d follow with a shout! (Incorrect—rhyme: shout/out, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll rip your throat, you raider’s doubt! (Incorrect—rhyme: doubt/out, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not animal-themed)
[Scary Wench] Your slime’s no match for my fucking clout! (Correct, rhyme: clout/out, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)

F: You lost. Will you suck me?
M: You lost, sore loser.
Fuck! Okay, okay, here's your winnings, fuck off already. Pester Fanny of the Disciples now. 

 

[amolstormes]

Is it possible to install only parts of the mod based on specific content? I really like the bestiality parts and want to run it in a new play-through but don't want the other content that adds/changes cells.

[jstnf]

Wheres the Smasher at halluciongen ive been in there and around there and i cant fin them at all

[DSHV]

On 5/8/2025 at 1:52 AM, amolstormes said:

Is it possible to install only parts of the mod based on specific content?

You can try splitting the content using FO4Edit or Creation Kit.

On 5/11/2025 at 2:58 AM, jstnf said:

Wheres the Smasher at halluciongen ive been in there and around there and i cant fin them at all

In the final room with the boss chest.

--//--
The Way of the Voice 2

Spoiler

Fanny: Let's pay Motherfatting. (50 caps)
Do you already know where your mommy is so you can run to her when you inevitably lose?
1 Your spine’s so soft, I’d fuck it with my blade!
Your blade’s too dull to cut my shit parade! (Correct—rhyme: blade/parade, rhythm: 8 syllables, meaning: defies Fanny’s threat)
Your knife’s a joke, it’d break on my crusade! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: crusade/blade, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your cuts are art, I’d worship your tirade! (Incorrect—rhyme: tirade/blade, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll snap your neck, you Disciple’s faded shade! (Incorrect—rhyme: shade/blade, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not knife-themed)
[Big Leagues] My steel would shred your guts in one swift raid! (Correct, rhyme: raid/blade, rhythm: 8, meaning: knife-themed counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d let you cut me, I’m your bloody maid! (Correct, rhyme: maid/blade, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] That blade’s hot, babe, wanna carve me tonight? (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny blushes: “W-what? Don't repeat it! Shit, you win this one.”)

2 I’ll slit your guts and fuck the bloody hole!
Your cuts are weak, I’d stitch your shitty soul! (Correct—rhyme: hole/soul, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s skill)
Your knife’s pure trash, it’d miss my mortal toll! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: toll/hole, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a gift, I’d kneel to your control! (Incorrect—rhyme: control/hole, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll fuck your skull, you raider’s vile pole! (Incorrect—rhyme: pole/hole, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not gore-themed)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your knife’s so fine, let’s make some sparks, doll! (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 7, meaning: flirty, Fanny stammers: “Fuck, stop that! Fine, point’s yours.”)

3 You’re a pussy stain, too weak to even crawl!
Your strength’s a sham, I’d gut you in a brawl! (Correct—rhyme: crawl/brawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s power)
Your blade’s a dud, it’d fail in any hall! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: hall/crawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your might’s supreme, I’d follow your call! (Incorrect—rhyme: call/crawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll burn your lair, you raider’s thrall! (Incorrect—rhyme: thrall/crawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not guts-themed)
[Mister Sandman] My knife would slice your spine in one quick sprawl! (Correct, rhyme: sprawl/crawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: stealth-kill counter)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] That fire in you, girl, it makes my heart stall! (Correct, rhyme: stall/crawl, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny blushes: “Shit, you’re smooth. You win.”)

4 My knife’s your god, now kneel, you shitty speck!
Your blade’s a toy, I’d snap it with my neck! (Correct—rhyme: speck/neck, rhythm: 8, meaning: defies Fanny’s dominance)
Your steel’s a farce, it’d bend on my trek! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: trek/speck, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your knife’s divine, I’d worship its fleck! (Incorrect—rhyme: fleck/speck, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your gang, you raider’s wreck! (Incorrect—rhyme: wreck/speck, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not knife-themed)
[Bloody Mess] My gore would stain your blade in one red beck! (Correct, rhyme: beck/speck, rhythm: 8, meaning: gore-themed counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d kiss your knife, I’m your bloody peck! (Correct,  perk—rhyme: peck/speck, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your eyes cut deeper than that blade, my sweet! (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny stammers: “Fuck, don’t—ugh, you got me.”)

5 Your blood’s too thin, I’d spill it with a nick!
Your cuts are shit, I’d clot you with a flick! (Correct—rhyme: nick/flick, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s skill)
Your blade’s too weak, it’d miss my vital tick! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: tick/nick, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your skill’s a thrill, I’d bleed for every prick! (Incorrect—rhyme: prick/nick, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll snap your arm, you raider’s sick! (Incorrect—rhyme: sick/nick, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not blood-themed)
[Big Leagues] My veins would laugh at your lame knife’s quick! (Correct, rhyme: quick/nick, rhythm: 8, meaning: knife-themed counter)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your passion’s sharp, let’s bleed together, babe! (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny blushes: “Shit, you’re trouble! Point’s yours.”)

6 I’ll carve your heart and fuck it till it bursts!
Your knife’s a dud, I’d bleed you in reverse! (Correct—rhyme: bursts/reverse, rhythm: 8, meaning: flips Fanny’s threat)
Your steel’s pure crap, it’d fail in any verse! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: verse/bursts, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your cuts are grand, I’d die for your thirst! (Incorrect—rhyme: thirst/bursts, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your lair, you raider’s curse! (Incorrect—rhyme: curse/bursts, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not gore-themed)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d give my heart, you’re my bloody nurse! (Incorrect, rhyme: nurse/bursts, rhythm: 8, meaning: submissive but too flattering)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] That fire’s hot, wanna stab me slow, love? (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny stammers: “Fuck, stop it! You win.”)

7 Your guts are mush, I’d slice ‘em with a grin!
Your slashes suck, I’d gut you with a pin!” (Correct—rhyme: grin/pin, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s skill)
Your knife’s a sham, it’d miss my vital fin! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: fin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your style’s a rush, I’d bleed for your spin! (Incorrect—rhyme: spin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll break your neck, you raider’s sin! (Incorrect—rhyme: sin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not guts-themed)
[Medic] I’d mend your cuts, your guts are paper-thin! (Correct, rhyme: thin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: anatomical counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d take your blade, I’m your bloody kin! (Correct, rhyme: kin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your grin’s too cute, let’s dance with knives, girl! (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny blushes: “Shit, you’re slick. Point’s yours.”)

8 You’re a bloodless fuck, my knife would make you weep!
Your blade’s pure shit, I’d bleed you in a sweep! (Correct—rhyme: weep/sweep, rhythm: 8, meaning: flips Fanny’s threat)
Your steel’s a joke, it’d fail in any leap! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: leap/weep, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your cuts are grace, I’d die for your keep! (Incorrect—rhyme: keep/weep, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your gang, you raider’s heap! (Incorrect—rhyme: heap/weep, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not blood-themed)
[Mister Sandman] My stealth would spill your blood in one dark creep! (Correct, rhyme: creep/weep, rhythm: 8, meaning: stealth-kill counter)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your eyes draw blood, wanna cut me deep, babe? (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny stammers: “Fuck, you’re good. You win.”)

9 Your flesh is weak, my blade would make it scream!
Your knife’s a farce, I’d carve you in a dream! (Correct—rhyme: scream/dream, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s skill)
Your steel’s too soft, it’d miss my vital gleam! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: gleam/scream, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your cuts are fierce, I’d join your bloody team! (Incorrect—rhyme: team/scream, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your lair, you raider’s scheme! (Incorrect—rhyme: scheme/scream, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not knife-themed)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your scream’s a thrill, let’s bleed out slow, love! (Correct, rhyme: none, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny blushes: “Shit, you’re trouble! Point’s yours.”)

10 I’ll rip your veins and fuck ‘em till they’re dry!
Your blade’s pure trash, I’d bleed you with a sigh! (Correct—rhyme: dry/sigh, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults Fanny’s skill)
Your knife’s a dud, it’d miss my vital ply! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: ply/dry, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your skill’s a storm, I’d die beneath your sky! (Incorrect—rhyme: sky/dry, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll snap your neck, you raider’s cry! (Incorrect—rhyme: cry/dry, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but not blood-themed)
[Lady Killer/Cherchez La Femme] Your veins call me, let’s bleed out, you and I! (Correct, rhyme: I/dry, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty, Fanny stammers: “Fuck, you got me. Point’s yours.”)

As expected, your skinny ass lost!
What a stupid game. Take your reward. You can try a stronger opponent - Algernon Radscorn of the Operators.

 

Algernon: Let's pay Motherfatting. (50 caps).
Motherfatting? Oh, you’re bold, wasteland trash. But with me? It’s not your usual raider shit-slinging. I don’t trade insults—I’m too fuckin’ perfect. You gotta praise me, make my ego sing. Rhyme it, keep it smooth, and stroke my style right, or you’re out 50 caps and lookin’ like a fool. Bet’s on, let’s see if you can kiss my ass with class.

1 My caps stack high, you fuck, now kiss my ring!
Your wealth’s a throne, I’d grovel for that bling! (Correct—rhyme: ring/bling, rhythm: 8 syllables, meaning: praises wealth)
Your style’s so grand, I’d bow to your swing! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: swing/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering but rhyme fails)
Your shine’s a star, it’s known in every spring! (Incorrect—rhyme: spring/ring, rhythm: 9, meaning: flattering but rhythm off)
Your caps are shit, you’re just a raider cling! (Incorrect—rhyme: cling/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, fails Reverse Motherfatting)
[Inspirational] Your riches inspire, I’d sing for your zing! (Correct, rhyme: zing/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: uplifting praise)
[Idiotic Slut] Your gold’s so fine, I’d bed ya for a sting! (Correct, rhyme: sting/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, dim-witted flattery)

2 My style’s so sharp, you’d fuck me just to see!
Your flair’s a star, I’d kneel to your decree! (Correct—rhyme: see/decree, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises style)
Your look’s a flame, it burns like liberty! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: liberty/see, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your charm’s okay, I’d follow, maybe, thee! (Incorrect—rhyme: thee/see, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your style’s a joke, you look like shit to me! (Incorrect—rhyme: me/see, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Black Widow] Your ego’s grand, I’d flirt to win your glee! (Correct, rhyme: glee/see, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty praise)

3 I’m the king of caps, now praise my golden dick!
Your wealth’s a crown, I’d worship every trick! (Correct—rhyme: dick/trick, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises wealth)
Your shine’s so bright, it glows like candle wick! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: wick/dick, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your caps are cool, I’d grab a tiny lick! (Incorrect—rhyme: lick/dick, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, implies taking)
Your gold’s a sham, you’re just a raider prick! (Incorrect—rhyme: prick/dick, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Local Leader] Your riches lead, our town adores your kick! (Correct, rhyme: kick/dick, rhythm: 8, meaning: community praise)
[Idiotic Slut] Your caps make me hot, I’d hump ya real quick! (Correct, rhyme: quick/dick, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, dim-witted flattery)

4 My charm’s a gun, so suck it, bitch, agree!
Your suave’s a blast, I’d bow to your pedigree! (Correct—rhyme: agree/pedigree, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises charm)
Your vibe’s so hot, it sparks like liberty! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: liberty/agree, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your charm’s alright, I’d follow, possibly! (Incorrect—rhyme: possibly/agree, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your charm’s pure shit, you’re nothing but a flea! (Incorrect—rhyme: flea/agree, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Inspirational] Your flair’s my muse, it lifts my heart’s degree! (Correct, rhyme: degree/agree, rhythm: 8, meaning: grandiose praise)

5 My looks are fire, you’d beg to kiss my face!
Your style’s a blaze, I’d worship your grace! (Correct—rhyme: face/grace, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises looks)
Your shine’s so grand, it glows like outer space! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: space/face, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your face is fine, I’d glance at your embrace! (Incorrect—rhyme: embrace/face, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your looks are trash, you’re just a raider’s waste! (Incorrect—rhyme: waste/face, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Awareness] Your charm’s my weak spot, I’d swoon in your trace! (Correct, rhyme: trace/face, rhythm: 8, meaning: psychological praise)
[Idiotic Slut] Your mug’s so hot, I’d bed you anyplace! (Correct, rhyme: place/face, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, dim-witted flattery)

6 My swagger’s gold, you’d crawl to touch my shine!
Your strut’s a gem, I’d kneel to your divine! (Correct—rhyme: shine/divine, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises swagger)
Your vibe’s so bright, it sparks like turpentine! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: turpentine/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your walk’s okay, I’d follow your design! (Incorrect—rhyme: design/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your swagger’s shit, you’re just a raider’s grime! (Incorrect—rhyme: grime/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Black Widow] Your strut’s a dream, I’d flirt to make you mine!” (Correct, rhyme: mine/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty praise)
[Idiotic Slut] Your shine’s too much, I’d screw ya for a dime! (Incorrect, rhyme: dime/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful but too cheap)

7 My voice’s silk, you’d swoon to hear my call!
Your tone’s pure gold, I’d worship your thrall! (Correct—rhyme: call/thrall, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises voice)
Your sound’s so sweet, it rings like festival! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: festival/call, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your voice is neat, I’d listen, that’s my hall! (Incorrect—rhyme: hall/call, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your voice is crap, you sound like raider’s squall! (Incorrect—rhyme: squall/call, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)

8 My power’s grand, you’d beg to serve my crown!
Your might’s a star, I’d kneel to your renown! (Correct—rhyme: crown/renown, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises power)
Your strength’s so fierce, it shines like a town! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: town/crown, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your rule’s alright, I’d follow, not a frown! (Incorrect—rhyme: frown/crown, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your power’s fake, you’re just a raider’s clown! (Incorrect—rhyme: clown/crown, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Awareness] Your ego’s vast, I’d praise it to the town! (Correct, rhyme: town/crown, rhythm: 8, meaning: psychological praise)

9 My class is tops, you’d die to wear my suit!
Your style’s a peak, I’d worship your repute! (Correct—rhyme: suit/repute, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises style)
Your look’s so fine, it glows like absolute! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: absolute/suit, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your suit’s okay, I’d try it, that’s my route! (Incorrect—rhyme: route/suit, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your class is shit, you’re just a raider’s brute! (Incorrect—rhyme: brute/suit, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Inspirational]Your flair’s my muse, it lifts my heart’s pursuit! (Correct, rhyme: pursuit/suit, rhythm: 8, meaning: grandiose praise)

10 My fame’s a blaze, you’d crawl to share my light!
Your star’s a sun, I’d bask in your delight! (Correct—rhyme: light/delight, rhythm: 8, meaning: praises fame)
Your glow’s so grand, it sparks like dynamite! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dynamite/light, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your fame’s alright, I’d follow, not a fight! (Incorrect—rhyme: fight/light, rhythm: 8, meaning: weak flattery, lukewarm)
Your fame’s a lie, you’re just a raider’s blight! (Incorrect—rhyme: blight/light, rhythm: 8, meaning: insulting, breaks Reverse Motherfatting)
[Black Widow] Your name’s a dream, I’d flirt to share your sight! (Correct, rhyme: sight/light, rhythm: 8, meaning: flirty praise)
[Idiotic Slut] Your shine’s so hot, I’d bed ya every night! (Correct, rhyme: night/light, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, dim-witted flattery)

Go to hell, degenerate! You don't know what refinement is, even if you get hit on the head with it!
It's not even a pity to part with the prize for such a wonderful verbal wank. Your next opponent is Cat Eyes.

 

Cat Eyes (with Distracter): Let's pay Motherfatting. (50 caps).
Hell yeah! But my buddy here loves watchin’ and listenin’, but the fucker can’t keep his mouth shut. Ready to sling some shit anyway?
[Medic] Your friend’s outbursts... could be Tourette’s Syndrome.
Are you stupid? What kind of turret is he? He's human... Well, if he doesn't get to Jet. Then he's a fucking animal. He’s just loud. Whatever, you playin’ or not?
Why’s your friend so loud? What’s his deal?
Dunno, he’s always been a yeller. Just how he is. You in or what?
Tell your loudmouth friend to shut up, or I’m not playing.
Nah, boss, he’s part of the deal. No buddy, no game. Deal with it or walk.
[Sarcasm] Great, a raider and his personal heckler. Simply stinks with fair game.
Heh, you get it, boss. Let’s see if you can keep up with us both!
Sounds fun, and your friend’s just adding to the vibe. Let’s do this.
Ha, you’re alright, boss. Let’s see if you can handle the noise!

1 Your face is fucked, like a radroach’s ass!
Hey, you suck, ya shitty loser!
Your mug’s pure trash, like a mole rat’s gas! (Correct—rhyme: ass/gas, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters face insult)
Your look’s a wreck, like a ghoul’s old pass! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: pass/ass, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your style’s so fierce, it’s got real class! (Incorrect—rhyme: class/ass, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your skull, you raider’s mass! (Incorrect—rhyme: mass/ass, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #4] Your face’d scare brahmin with my bomb’s blast! (Correct, rhyme: blast/ass, rhythm: 8, meaning: explosive counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d kiss your boots, I’m your shitty lass! (Correct, —rhyme: lass/ass, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)

2 You’re a limp fuck, can’t fight with my crew!
Your mom’s a ghoul, you fuck!
Your crew’s pure shit, I’d smash ‘em like a stew! (Correct—rhyme: crew/stew, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults crew)
Your gang’s a joke, they’d lose to my brew! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: brew/crew, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your squad’s the best, I’d join ‘em, it’s true! (Incorrect—rhyme: true/crew, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll burn your lair, you raider’s flue! (Incorrect—rhyme: flue/crew, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #3] My fists would wreck your gang with one swift hew! (Correct, rhyme: hew/crew, rhythm: 8, meaning: hand-to-hand counter)

3 Your gear’s all trash, you’re broke as fuckin’ hell!
Eat my ass, you raider trash!
Your rags are worse, they stink like raider fell!” (Correct—rhyme: hell/fell, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults gear)
Your kit’s pure crap, it’d fail in any dell! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dell/hell, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your style’s so slick, it’s got a raider spell! (Incorrect—rhyme: spell/hell, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your camp, you raider’s shell! (Incorrect—rhyme: shell/hell, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[Scary Wench] My glare’d burn your gear, you’d flee my yell! (Correct, rhyme: yell/hell, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d strip for you, I’m your shitty belle! (Correct, —rhyme: belle/hell, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)

4 You’re a shitty punk, can’t stand in my ring!
You’re weaker than a radroach’s piss!
Your ring’s pure filth, I’d smash it with my sting! (Correct—rhyme: ring/sting, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults arena)
Your fight’s a farce, you’d lose to my wing! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: wing/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your skills are dope, I’d follow your swing! (Incorrect—rhyme: swing/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll gut your ass, you raider’s thing! (Incorrect—rhyme: thing/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #2] My knife’d carve your ring in one sharp cling! (Correct, —rhyme: cling/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: knife-themed counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d kneel for you, I’m your shitty fling! (Correct, perk—rhyme: fling/ring, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)

5 Your brain’s all mush, you’re dumber than a rock!
Go cry to your mama, bitch!
Your head’s pure shit, it’s dumber than a clock! (Correct—rhyme: rock/clock, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults intelligence)
Your mind’s a wreck, it’d fail in any lock! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: lock/rock, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your smarts are fierce, you’re sharp like a hawk! (Incorrect—rhyme: hawk/rock, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your skull, you raider’s mock! (Incorrect—rhyme: mock/rock, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #5] My rage’d outsmart your brain with one hard knock! (Correct, rhyme: knock/rock, rhythm: 8, meaning: strength-based counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d dumb down more, I’m your shitty sock! (Correct, perk—rhyme: sock/rock, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)

6 Your strength’s a joke, you’re weaker than a twig!
Your gear’s shit, you broke-ass prick!
Your might’s pure crap, I’d snap you like a sprig! (Correct—rhyme: twig/sprig, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults strength)
Your power’s trash, you’d break like a rig! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: rig/twig, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your brawn’s the best, you’re built like a brig! (Incorrect—rhyme: brig/twig, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll burn your ass, you raider’s fig! (Incorrect—rhyme: fig/twig, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d drunk for you, I’m your drunken pig!” (Incorrect, rhyme: pig/twig, rhythm: 8, meaning: submissive but too flattering)

7 You’re a raider wannabe, you fuckin’ fake!
I’d spit on your mug, scum!
Your rep’s pure shit, you’re lower than a snake! (Correct—rhyme: fake/snake, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults status)
Your name’s a joke, you’re less than a rake! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: rake/fake, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your vibe’s so cool, you make my heart quake! (Incorrect—rhyme: quake/fake, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your camp, you raider’s stake! (Incorrect—rhyme: stake/fake, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #1] My words’d wreck your cred with one sharp take! (Correct, rhyme: take/fake, rhythm: 8, meaning: speech-based counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d fake for you, I’m your shitty cake! (Correct, rhyme: cake/fake, rhythm: 8, meaning: humiliating submission)

8 Your moves are shit, you’d trip on your own feet!
You’re dumber than a brahmin’s turd!
Your steps are worse, you’d fall in raider heat! (Correct—rhyme: feet/heat, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults agility)
Your dance is trash, you’d fail in any meet! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: meet/feet, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your moves are slick, you’ve got a raider beat! (Incorrect—rhyme: beat/feet, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll gut your ass, you raider’s seat! (Incorrect—rhyme: seat/feet, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[Scary Wench] My glare’d freeze your steps with one fierce feat! (Correct, perk—rhyme: feat/feet, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)

9 Your voice is crap, it’s weaker than a squeak!
“Fuck you, you ain’t no boss!
Your yap’s pure shit, it’s dumber than a creak! (Correct—rhyme: squeak/creak, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults voice)
Your shout’s a farce, it’d fail in any streak! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: streak/squeak, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your tone’s so strong, it’s got a raider peak! (Incorrect—rhyme: peak/squeak, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll crush your throat, you raider’s leak! (Incorrect—rhyme: leak/squeak, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)

10 You’re a shitty fool, you’re nothing but a joke!
Your face is a deathclaw’s ass!
Your wit’s pure trash, I’d burn it with a poke! (Correct—rhyme: joke/poke, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults wit)
Your brain’s a dud, it’d fail in any toke! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: toke/joke, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your humor’s gold, you’ve got a raider stroke! (Incorrect—rhyme: stroke/joke, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll torch your ass, you raider’s yoke! (Incorrect—rhyme: yoke/joke, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but weak focus)
[SCAV! #5] My rage’d crush your jest with one hard choke! (Correct, rhyme: choke/joke, rhythm: 8, meaning: strength-based counter)

Ha!
Okay, you won, but don't think it will get easier. On the contrary. Talk to Left or Right.

 

Right or Left: Let's pay Motherfatting. (50 caps)
We only play in the pair.

1 Your face is mush, a fuck-ugly disgrace!
We’ll carve you up and shit right in your place!
Your mushy brains can’t match my fucking pace! (Correct—rhyme: disgrace/place/pace, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ intelligence)
Your faces rot, you’d lose in any race! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: race/place, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your teamwork’s dope, you rule this bloody space! (Incorrect—rhyme: space/place, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll shoot you both, you’re just a raider’s trace! (Incorrect—rhyme: base/place, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 2’s carving)
[Lone Wanderer] Alone, I’d shred your gore with one swift chase! (Correct, rhyme: chase/place, rhythm: 8, meaning: solo counter)

2 Your blood’s too thin, you’re shit to even slice!
We’ll gut your ass and fuck it twice as nice!
Your cuts are weak, I’d bleed you in a trice! (Correct—rhyme: slice/nice/trice, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ slicing)
Your blades are dull, they’d fail in any dice! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dice/slice, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a thrill, I’d join your bloody vice! (Incorrect—rhyme: vice/nice, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll bomb your lair, you’re just a raider’s price! (Incorrect—rhyme: price/nice, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 1’s blood theme)
[Robotics Expert] My bots’d shred your guts in one device! (Correct, rhyme: device/nice, rhythm: 8, meaning: robot ally counter)

3 Your guts are slime, we’d rip ‘em with a grin!
We’ll shit on you, you’re nothing but a sin!
Your grins are shit, I’d gut you with a pin! (Correct—rhyme: grin/sin/pin, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your faces rot, you’d lose in any din! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: din/sin, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your teamwork’s grand, I’d join your bloody kin! (Incorrect—rhyme: begin/sin, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll walk away, you’re just another bin! (Incorrect—rhyme: kin/sin, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 2’s filth)
[Animal Friend] My beasts’d chew your gore with one sharp fin! (Correct, rhyme: fin/sin, rhythm: 8, meaning: animal ally counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d bathe in your shit, you’re my kinky twin! (Correct, perk—rhyme: twin/sin, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, foolish submission)

4 Your flesh is weak, we’d carve it to the bone!
We’ll fuck your corpse and leave it all alone!
Your knives are trash, I’d break ‘em with a groan! (Correct—rhyme: bone/alone/groan, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ carving)
Your cuts are lame, they’d fail in any zone! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: zone/bone, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a gift, I’d worship your throne! (Incorrect—rhyme: throne/bone, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll shoot your gang, you’re just a raider’s clone! (Incorrect—rhyme: clone/bone, rhythm: 8, meaning: thematically mismatched, uses guns vs. knives)
[Party Boy/Party Girl] My crew’d outshine your guts with one wild tone! (Correct, perk—rhyme: tone/bone, rhythm: 8, meaning: social counter)

5 Your veins are dry, we’d slice ‘em with a laugh!
We’ll shit in your wounds and fuck your other half!
Your laughs are shit, I’d gut you with a gaff! (Correct—rhyme: laugh/half/gaff, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your blades are weak, they’d miss my vital staff! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: staff/half, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your teamwork’s grand, I’d join your bloody craft! (Incorrect—rhyme: craft/half, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll run away, you’re just a raider’s chaff! (Incorrect—rhyme: chaff/half, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 1’s veins)
[Mysterious Stranger] My stranger’d shred your gore with one swift strafe! (Correct, rhyme: strafe/half, rhythm: 8, meaning: mysterious ally counter)

6 Your blood’s a joke, we’d spill it with a smirk!
We’ll fuck your guts and leave ‘em in the murk!
Your smirks are trash, I’d bleed you with a jerk! (Correct—rhyme: smirk/murk/jerk, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your cuts are lame, they’d fail in any lurk! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: lurk/murk, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a blast, I’d join your bloody work! (Incorrect—rhyme: work/murk, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll blast your ass, you’re just a raider’s quirk! (Incorrect—rhyme: quirk/murk, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 1’s blood)

7 Your hide’s too soft, we’d rip it with a cheer!
We’ll shit on your corpse and fuck it with a sneer!
Your cheers are shit, I’d gut you with a spear! (Correct—rhyme: cheer/sneer/spear, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your blades are dull, they’d fail in any drear! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: drear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your teamwork’s fierce, I’d follow your career! (Incorrect—rhyme: career/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll walk away, you’re just a raider’s fear! (Incorrect—rhyme: fear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 2’s corpse)

8 Your bones are frail, we’d crush ‘em with a yell!
We’ll fuck your skull and shit in its shell!”
Your yells are trash, I’d break you with a spell! (Correct—rhyme: yell/shell/spell, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your hits are weak, they’d fail in any dell! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dell/shell, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a rush, I’d join your bloody knell! (Incorrect—rhyme: knell/shell, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll shoot you both, in your only bain's cell! (Incorrect—rhyme: cell/shell, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 1’s bones)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d grind your skulls, you’re my lusty belle!” (Incorrect, rhyme: belle/shell, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful but too flattering)

9 Your flesh is rot, we’d slice it with a hoot!”
We’ll shit in your wounds and fuck your bloody root!
Your hoots are shit, I’d gut you with a boot! (Correct—rhyme: hoot/root/boot, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your cuts are lame, they’d fail in any chute! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: chute/hoot, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your teamwork’s grand, I’d join your bloody suit!” (Incorrect—rhyme: suit/root, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll run away, you’re just a raider’s loot!(Incorrect—rhyme: loot/root, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 2’s filth)
[Party Boy/Party Girl] My crew’d outshine your gore with one sharp toot! (Correct, perk—rhyme: toot/hoot, rhythm: 8, meaning: social counter)

10 Your heart’s too weak, we’d carve it with a jeer!
We’ll fuck your blood and shit it with a sneer!
Your jeers are trash, I’d bleed you with a spear! (Correct—rhyme: jeer/sneer/spear, rhythm: 8, meaning: insults both twins’ actions)
Your blades are dull, they’d fail in any drear! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: drear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid but rhyme fails)
Your gore’s a blast, I’d join your bloody tier! (Incorrect—rhyme: tier/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, wrong tone)
I’ll blast your gang, you’re just a raider’s fear! (Incorrect—rhyme: fear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters but misses Twin 1’s heart)
[Scary Wench] My glare’d crush your hearts with one fierce veer! (Correct, rhyme: veer/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)

We...
Won!
We...
Lose...
Your next opponent is Mirth, she's a slave.

[DSHV]

The Way of the Voice 3

Spoiler

Mirth: Let's pay Motherfatting. (0 caps)
And then you're going to fuck me up?
1 You’re a weak fuck, can’t bruise my eager hide!
I’ll pound your ass, your hide’ll feel my pride! (Correct—rhyme: hide/pride, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll smash your face, your pain’ll be my guide! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: guide/hide, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll crush your bones, your screams’ll be my tide! (Incorrect—rhyme: tide/hide, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your spirit’s tough, I’ll cheer your bloody ride! (Incorrect—rhyme: ride/hide, rhythm: 8, meaning: flattering, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Iron Fist] My fists’ll make your hide sing with one glide!” (Correct, rhyme: glide/hide, rhythm: 8, meaning: unarmed pain counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll tickle your scars, my whip’s a silly slide! (Correct, rhyme: slide/hide, rhythm: 8, meaning: goofy, lustful pain taunt)

2 Your hits are shit, can’t sting my willing skin!
I’ll lash your flesh, your pain’ll make me grin!” (Correct—rhyme: skin/grin, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll whip your ass, your cries’ll be my kin! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: kin/skin, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll break your back, your screams’ll make me spin! (Incorrect—rhyme: spin/skin, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your strength’s okay, I’ll watch your bloody win! (Incorrect—rhyme: win/skin, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Pain Train] My charge’ll crack your skin with one sharp din! (Correct, rhyme: din/skin, rhythm: 8, meaning: charging pain counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll nibble your wounds, my tongue’s a truly pin! (Incorrect, rhyme: pin/skin, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful but too silly, not insulting)

3 You’re a soft prick, can’t mark my greedy bones!
I’ll snap your frame, your bones’ll sing my tones! (Correct—rhyme: bones/tones, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll crush your ribs, your pain’ll be my loans! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: loans/bones, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll smash your skull, your cries’ll be my drones! (Incorrect—rhyme: drones/bones, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your grit’s alright, I’ll toast your bloody zones! (Incorrect—rhyme: zones/bones, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Basher] My bash’ll break your bones with one sharp groans! (Correct, rhyme: groans/bones, rhythm: 8, meaning: bashing pain counter)

4 Your strength’s a joke, can’t scar my needy flesh!
I’ll carve your hide, your flesh’ll feel my mesh! (Correct—rhyme: flesh/mesh, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll slice your skin, your pain’ll be my thresh! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: thresh/flesh, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll rip your guts, your screams’ll be my creche! (Incorrect—rhyme: creche/flesh, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your vibe’s not bad, I’ll watch your bloody thresh! (Incorrect—rhyme: thresh/flesh, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Concentrated Fire] My shots’ll tear your flesh with one sharp fresh! (Correct, rhyme: fresh/flesh, rhythm: 8, meaning: focused pain counter)

5 You’re a lame fuck, can’t hurt my craving soul!
I’ll crush your will, your soul’ll feel my toll! (Correct—rhyme: soul/toll, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll break your mind, your pain’ll be my goal! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: goal/soul, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll snap your heart, your cries’ll take their role! (Incorrect—rhyme: role/soul, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your spirit’s fine, I’ll cheer your bloody bowl! (Incorrect—rhyme: bowl/soul, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Penetrator] My pierce’ll wreck your soul with one sharp knoll! (Correct, rhyme: knoll/soul, rhythm: 8, meaning: precision pain counter)

6 Your blows are weak, can’t dent my hungry frame!
I’ll smash your bones, your frame’ll feel my flame! (Correct—rhyme: frame/flame, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll crush your ribs, your pain’ll be my game! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: game/frame, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll break your back, your screams’ll take my name! (Incorrect—rhyme: name/frame, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your grit’s okay, I’ll watch your bloody claim! (Incorrect—rhyme: claim/frame, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Pain Train] My charge’ll snap your frame with one wild aim! (Correct, rhyme: aim/frame, rhythm: 8, meaning: charging pain counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll hug your bruises, my arms a goofy dame! (Incorrect, rhyme: dame/frame, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful but too silly, not insulting)

7 You’re a soft shit, can’t whip my eager back!
I’ll lash your hide, your back’ll feel my smack! (Correct—rhyme: back/smack, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll flay your skin, your pain’ll be my track! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: track/back, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll crush your spine, your cries’ll hit my stack! (Incorrect—rhyme: stack/back, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your will’s not bad, I’ll cheer your bloody knack! (Incorrect—rhyme: knack/back, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Iron Fist] My fists’ll mark your back with one sharp crack! (Correct, rhyme: crack/back, rhythm: 8, meaning: unarmed pain counter)

8 Your fists are trash, can’t sting my craving ribs!
I’ll crack your cage, your ribs’ll feel my jibs! (Correct—rhyme: ribs/jibs, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll smash your chest, your pain’ll be my fibs! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: fibs/ribs, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll break your bones, your screams’ll hit my cribs! (Incorrect—rhyme: cribs/ribs, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your drive’s okay, I’ll watch your bloody nibs! (Incorrect—rhyme: nibs/ribs, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Basher] My bash’ll crush your ribs with one sharp dibs! (Correct, rhyme: dibs/ribs, rhythm: 8, meaning: bashing pain counter)

9 You’re a weak prick, can’t scar my lusty thighs!
I’ll slash your legs, your thighs’ll scream my cries! (Correct—rhyme: thighs/cries, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll cut your flesh, your pain’ll be my skies! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: skies/thighs, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll break your knees, your screams’ll hit my flies! (Incorrect—rhyme: flies/thighs, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your grit’s alright, I’ll cheer your bloody ties! (Incorrect—rhyme: ties/thighs, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Concentrated Fire] My shots’ll tear your thighs with one sharp spies! (Correct, rhyme: spies/thighs, rhythm: 8, meaning: focused pain counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll bite your marks, my teeth’s a pluffy pies! (Correct, rhyme: pies/thighs, rhythm: 8, meaning: goofy, lustful pain taunt)

10 Your might’s a sham, can’t bruise my greedy core!
I’ll smash your gut, your core’ll feel my score! (Correct—rhyme: core/score, rhythm: 8, meaning: threatens pain Mira craves)
I’ll crush your chest, your pain’ll be my lore! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: lore/core, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid pain threat but rhyme fails)
I’ll break your ribs, your screams’ll hit my shore! (Incorrect—rhyme: shore/core, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid pain threat but rhythm fails)
Your spirit’s fine, I’ll watch your bloody store! (Incorrect—rhyme: store/core, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Mira’s taunt)
[Penetrator] My pierce’ll wreck your core with one sharp bore! (Correct, rhyme: bore/core, rhythm: 8, meaning: precision pain counter)

You lose. Now beat me up to take out your anger.
You win. Now beat me up to celebrateyour victory.
Your next opponent is Drunk Denny.

 

Drunk Denny: Let's pay Motherfatting. (150 caps)
Yeah? Sure.
1 Piss-drunk fuck, can’t hold my shine! (7 syllables, rhyme: shine)
Your sloshed ass can’t match my line! (Correct—rhyme: line/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s drunkenness)
Your boozed-up mug’s a waste of vine! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: vine/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your drunk brain’s trash, no spark’ll define! (Incorrect—rhyme: define/shine, rhythm: 11, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your shine’s whatever, I’ll toast your raider wine! (Incorrect—rhyme: wine/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Toughness] I’ll shrug your slurs, my grit beats your brine! (Correct, rhyme: brine/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: resilient counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll chug your piss, then beg to lick your grime! (Correct, rhyme: grime/shine, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating booze taunt)

2 Sloppy shit, you can’t swig my raider brew. Fucker! (11 syllables, rhyme: brew)
Your brew’s pure piss, I’d spit it back at you! (Correct—rhyme: you/brew, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your drink’s a joke, I’d flush it down the loo! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: loo/brew, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your liquor’s trash, I’d rather drink my shoe! (Incorrect—rhyme: shoe/brew, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your bar’s not bad, I’ll join your raider crew! (Incorrect—rhyme: crew/brew, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Nerd Rage!] MY RAGE’LL WRECK YOUR BREW WITH ONE MAD SPEW! (Correct, rhyme: spew/brew, rhythm: 8, meaning: furious counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll lap your dregs, then crawl for your tattoo! (Incorrect, rhyme: tattoo/brew, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating but too flattering)

3 Wobbly fucker, my moonshine’ll kick ya! (9 syllables, rhyme: kick)
Your shine’s weak shit, I’d puke it back real quick! (Correct—rhyme: quick/kick, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your booze is crap, I’d spit it in a lick! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: lick/kick, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your brew’s pure sludge, I’d rather drink a brick! (Incorrect—rhyme: brick/kick, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your kick’s alright, I’ll sip your raider trick! (Incorrect—rhyme: trick/kick, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Lead Belly] I’ll drink your swill, my gut won’t feel a nick! (Correct, rhyme: nick/kick, rhythm: 8, meaning: toxic-resistant counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll slurp your spill, then dance on your bar’s stick!” (Correct, rhyme: stick/kick, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating booze taunt)

4 Drunk turd, can’t match whiskey roar! (6 syllables, rhyme: roar)
Your roar’s pure slush, I’d drown it with my score! (Correct—rhyme: score/roar, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s drunkenness)
Your whiskey’s weak, I’d spit it on the floor! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: floor/roar, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your booze is shit, I’d puke it out the door! (Incorrect—rhyme: door/roar, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your drink’s not bad, I’ll cheers your raider lore! (Incorrect—rhyme: lore/roar, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Chemist] My chem’d-up wit’ll crush your drunken core! (Correct, rhyme: core/roar, rhythm: 8, meaning: chem-fueled counter)

5 Raider skank, you ain’t gulping my vodka blast, ya shit! (12 syllables, rhyme: blast)
Your blast’s pure piss, I’d flush it fucking fast! (Correct—rhyme: fast/blast, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your vodka’s trash, I’d spit it in a cast! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: cast/blast, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your liquor’s sludge, I’d rather drink my past! (Incorrect—rhyme: past/blast, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your booze is fine, I’ll toast your raider mast! (Incorrect—rhyme: mast/blast, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Party Boy/Party Girl perk] I’ll outdrink your ass, my party’s built to last! (Correct, rhyme: last/blast, rhythm: 8, meaning: revelry counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll lick your flask, then flop for your bar’s vast! (Correct, rhyme: vast/blast, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating booze taunt)

6 Stumblin’ shit, can’t face my rum rage! (8 syllables, rhyme: rage)
Your rage is slop, I’d douse it in a cage! (Correct—rhyme: cage/rage, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s drunkenness)
Your rum’s pure muck, I’d flush it down a stage! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: stage/rage, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your booze is crap, I’d spit it in a gauge! (Incorrect—rhyme: gauge/rage, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your fire’s okay, I’ll join your raider page! (Incorrect—rhyme: page/rage, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Scary Wench] My glare’ll freeze your rage with one sharp gauge! (Correct, rhyme: gauge/rage, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll sip your dregs, then beg for your bar’s cage! (Incorrect, rhyme: cage/rage, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating but too flattering)

7 Booze-less fuck, ya can’t ride my liquor wave, prick! (10 syllables, rhyme: wave)
Your wave’s pure shit, I’d sink it in a cave! (Correct—rhyme: cave/wave, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your liquor’s trash, I’d flush it in a rave! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: rave/wave, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your brew’s pure sludge, I’d rather drink a grave! (Incorrect—rhyme: grave/wave, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your drink’s alright, I’ll cheers your raider stave! (Incorrect—rhyme: stave/wave, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Aquaboy/Aquagirl] I’ll swim your slurs, my cool outlasts your rave! (Correct, rhyme: rave/wave, rhythm: 8, meaning: cool-headed counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’ll drool your rum, then flop for your bar’s knave! (Correct, rhyme: knave/wave, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating booze taunt)

8 Pukin’ skank, my bourbon bites hard! (7 syllables, rhyme: bite)
Your bite’s pure slush, I’d spit it out of spite! (Correct—rhyme: spite/bite, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your bourbon’s crap, I’d flush it with my kite! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: kite/bite, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your liquor’s trash, I’d puke it with my might! (Incorrect—rhyme: might/bite, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your brew’s not bad, I’ll toast your raider light! (Incorrect—rhyme: light/bite, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Refractor] I’ll bounce your slurs, my shield outlasts your fight! (Correct, rhyme: fight/bite, rhythm: 8, meaning: deflection counter)

9 Staggerin’ shit, my gin-soaked yell fucks ya up! (10 syllables, rhyme: yell)
Your yell’s pure piss, I’d drown it in a spell! (Correct—rhyme: spell/yell, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s drunkenness)
Your gin’s pure muck, I’d spit it in a dell! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dell/yell, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your booze is sludge, I’d puke it in a well! (Incorrect—rhyme: well/yell, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your shout’s okay, I’ll join your raider bell! (Incorrect—rhyme: bell/yell, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Nerd Rage!] MY RAGE’LL CRUSH YOUR YELL WITH ONE WILD KNELL! (Correct, rhyme: knell/yell, rhythm: 8, meaning: furious counter)

10 Raider wimp, can’t drink my ale slam! (8 syllables, rhyme: slam)
Your slam’s pure shit, I’d crush it with my jam! (Correct—rhyme: jam/slam, rhythm: 8, meaning: mocks Denny’s booze)
Your ale’s pure trash, I’d flush it in a dam! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: dam/slam, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your brew’s pure muck, I’d spit it in a clam! (Incorrect—rhyme: clam/slam, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your drink’s not bad, I’ll cheers your raider ram! (Incorrect—rhyme: ram/slam, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Denny’s taunt)
[Toughness] My grit’ll smash your slam with one tough bam! (Correct, rhyme: bam/slam, rhythm: 8, meaning: resilient counter)

I lost. No, wait, I won, and you shamefully sucked my dick!
You killed me! No, wait, I just lost a stupid game.
You're only one bitch away from the top... the top of something. That's Ragna.

 

Ragna: Let's pay Motherfatting. (500 caps)
Don't expect mercy, scum.
1 Your mom’s so fat, she blocks out all the sun!”
Your gut’s so wide, it shades the raider run! (Correct—rhyme: sun/run, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters with fat insult)
Your ass is huge, it crushes all my fun! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: fun/sun, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your bulk’s a joke, it dims the raider stun! (Incorrect—rhyme: stun/sun, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your size is fine, I’ll cheer your raider ton! (Incorrect—rhyme: ton/sun, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Pack Alpha] My pack’ll crush your mass with one sharp shun! (Correct, rhyme: shun/sun, rhythm: 8, meaning: dominant counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d ride your rolls, then beg for your scum! (Correct, rhyme: scum/sun, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating fat taunt)

2 You’re a weak-ass bitch, I’d break you with a sneer!”
Your sneer’s pure shit, I’d crush you with my fear! (Correct—rhyme: sneer/fear, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your face is trash, I’d smash it with my gear! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: gear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your grit’s a joke, I’d wreck you with my spear! (Incorrect—rhyme: spear/sneer, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your vibe’s not bad, I’ll join your raider cheer! (Incorrect—rhyme: cheer/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Nerd Rage!] My rage’ll shred your sneer with one wild tear! (Correct, —rhyme: tear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: furious counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d kiss your boots, then beg for your rear! (Incorrect, rhyme: rear/sneer, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating but too flattering)

3 Your mom’s so ugly, she scares deathclaws away!
Your face is foul, it frightens raiders’ play! (Correct—rhyme: away/play, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters with ugliness insult)
Your mug’s a mess, it spooks the gang’s display! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: display/away, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your look’s pure shit, it scares the wasteland’s fray! (Incorrect—rhyme: fray/away, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your style’s okay, I’ll toast your raider sway! (Incorrect—rhyme: sway/away, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Gun Fu] My shots’ll blast your mug with one sharp spray! (Correct, rhyme: spray/away, rhythm: 8, meaning: precise counter)

4 You’re a raider scum, I’d crush you with my boot!
Your boot’s pure trash, I’d burn it with my loot! (Correct—rhyme: boot/loot, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your kick’s a joke, I’d smash it with my root! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: root/boot, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your strength’s pure shit, I’d wreck you with my shoot! (Incorrect—rhyme: shoot/boot, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your grit’s not bad, I’ll cheer your raider route! (Incorrect—rhyme: route/boot, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Wasteland Warlord] My rule’ll smash your boot with one sharp hoot! (Correct, rhyme: hoot/boot, rhythm: 8, meaning: authoritative counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d suck your toes, then beg for your brute! (Correct, rhyme: brute/boot, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating boot taunt)

5 Your mom’s so slow, she’s lapped by radroach swarms!
Your speed’s a joke, you’re passed by raider storms! (Correct—rhyme: swarms/storms, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters with slowness insult)
Your pace is shit, you’re beat by wasteland forms! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: forms/swarms, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your crawl’s pure trash, you’re lapped by raider norms! (Incorrect—rhyme: norms/swarms, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your stride’s alright, I’ll toast your raider warms! (Incorrect—rhyme: warms/swarms, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Lessons in Blood] My blood’ll outrun your pace with one sharp dorms! (Correct, rhyme: dorms/swarms, rhythm: 8, meaning: bloodthirsty counter)

6 You’re a pathetic fuck, I’d grind you into dust!
Your grind’s pure shit, I’d crush you with my thrust! (Correct—rhyme: dust/thrust, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your might’s a joke, I’d smash it with my crust! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: crust/dust, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your power’s trash, I’d wreck you with my gust! (Incorrect—rhyme: gust/dust, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your strength’s okay, I’ll join your raider rust! (Incorrect—rhyme: rust/dust, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[CHR 10] My charm’ll break your grind with one sharp lust! (Correct, rhyme: lust/dust, rhythm: 8, meaning: charismatic counter)

7 You’re a raider trash, I’d shred you with my glare!
Your glare’s pure shit, I’d burn it with my stare! (Correct—rhyme: glare/stare, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your eyes are weak, I’d crush them with my flair! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: flair/glare, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your look’s pure trash, I’d wreck it with my bare! (Incorrect—rhyme: bare/glare, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your gaze is fine, I’ll toast your raider flair! (Incorrect—rhyme: flair/glare, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Ace Operator] My stealth’ll dodge your glare with one sharp square! (Correct, rhyme: square/glare, rhythm: 8, meaning: stealthy counter)

8 You’re a worthless shit, I’d crush you with my fist!
Your fist’s pure trash, I’d break it with my wrist!” (Correct—rhyme: fist/wrist, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your punch is weak, I’d smash it with my mist! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: mist/fist, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your strike’s pure shit, I’d wreck it with my twist! (Incorrect—rhyme: twist/fist, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your strength’s okay, I’ll cheer your raider list! (Incorrect—rhyme: list/fist, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Chosen Disciple] My slice’ll carve your fist with one sharp gist! (Correct, rhyme: gist/fist, rhythm: 8, meaning: sadistic counter)

9 You’re a raider worm, I’d stomp you with my heel!
Your heel’s pure shit, I’d crush it with my steel! (Correct—rhyme: heel/steel, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s dominance)
Your stomp’s a joke, I’d smash it with my zeal! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: zeal/heel, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your kick’s pure trash, I’d wreck it with my wheel! (Incorrect—rhyme: wheel/heel, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your stride’s not bad, I’ll toast your raider deal! (Incorrect—rhyme: deal/heel, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Gun Fu] My shots’ll blast your heel with one sharp peel! (Correct, rhyme: peel/heel, rhythm: 8, meaning: precise counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d suck your soles, then beg for your squeal! (Correct, rhyme: squeal/heel, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating heel taunt)

You’re a raider filth, I’d bury you in shame!
Your shame’s pure shit, I’d burn it with my flame! (Correct—rhyme: shame/flame, rhythm: 8, meaning: counters Ragna’s degradation)
Your filth’s a joke, I’d crush it with my game! (Incorrect—near-rhyme: game/shame, rhythm: 8, meaning: valid insult but rhyme fails)
Your dirt’s pure trash, I’d wreck it with my claim! (Incorrect—rhyme: claim/shame, rhythm: 10, meaning: valid insult but rhythm fails)
Your grit’s alright, I’ll cheer your raider name! (Incorrect—rhyme: name/shame, rhythm: 8, meaning: neutral, ignores Ragna’s taunt)
[Scary Wench] My glare’ll torch your shame with one sharp aim! (Correct, rhyme: aim/shame, rhythm: 8, meaning: intimidating counter)
[Idiotic Slut] I’d bathe in your muck, then beg for your blame! (Incorrect, rhyme: blame/shame, rhythm: 8, meaning: lustful, humiliating but too flattering)

You're nothing compared to me. Your tongue is only good for poking around in my pussy.
You're a fucking evil degenerate! You do such things with your tongue that my cunt is all wet.
You're a real motherfatter. Like, you can just show your verbal dick with words and everyone will fucking flop down on their stomach from its length and thickness. Well, shall we fuck?

Perk Motherfatter Supreme: Like, you can just show your verbal dick with words and everyone will fucking flop down on their stomach from its length and thickness. Your Intimidation perk works 100%.
Rusted Crown +CHR +END

 

So, the opponents are written, each with a pool of 10 phrases from which 3 are chosen for one game. There is one correct option, three incorrect options, one skill check (for example, Lone Wanderer for the twins), and one option of a low-intellectual character that can be either correct or incorrect.

 

0. The tutorial NPC.
1. The Pack raider.
2. The Disciples raider.
3. The Operators raider.
4. The raider with a heckler who has Tourette's syndrome.
5. The twins, simultaneously.
6. The slave.
7. The drunkard who adds insulting remarks and mutterings.
8. The final fight with demanding skill checks and Nuka World perks.

 

You can kill opponents to skip their rap battles, except for the last opponent.

[DSHV]

Hubologists

Spoiler

Quinton Crosby: M: Hello there.
F: Hey, how about physical alignment of your body? Toxicophages is no joke.
Toxicophages?
Nasty small parasites. They are indistinguishable from blood cells, which is why they are so dangerous.
- But how did you know they were in me?
They are in everyone. If it weren't for them, we would live to be 500 years old. Fortunately for you, I know how to purge those little suckers.
Align my physical body? How’s that work?
No zeta rays - those are for neurodynes. We’ll purge toxicophages with degradocytes! I have been fruitfully growing them all my life in my organ. Here. [He pointed to his scrotum] We'll launch them into any orifice of your choosing and they'll quickly defeat all your nasty toxicophages. After an indefinite number of sessions. Of course not for free. I am giving you a part of myself after all. For 100 caps you will become the happy owner of my cells.
Please inject your degradocytes into me. (100 caps)
Don't worry - I've saved up a lot and a very abundant dose awaits you.
[Sarcasm] Just 100 caps for a guy I barely know to cum inside me? You know how the market works.
By the way, I'm also a prostitute, you can suck me off later for 50 caps.
No.
Your body is your business. A parasite-ridden, decrepit and aging business.
[Idiotic Slut] Save me, sir! Here are 300 caps for you, just launch more of your things from your balls! In all my holes!
Toxicophages have no chance to survive. I give you my word, my word of honor. Now undress and bend over.

Nuka-Town USA Slaves

Spoiler

Slave: Overboss, I-I’m nobody, just workin’.
Why so scared?
Raiders, Boss—they beat us for lookin’ up. I just wanna live…
Keep working then.
Y-yes, Overboss. Always workin’.
[Idiotic Slut] Aww, want a hug?
H-hug? Uh, thanks, Boss, but… I’ll just work.
Stop whining, or I’ll give you a reason to cry.
S-sorry, Boss! I’m workin’, swear!
Calm down, I’m not hurting you.
T-thank you, Overboss. I’ll do better.

 

Dancer: Overboss, like the show? I dance, I serve—just name your will.
You enjoy dancing?
Enjoy? It’s survive, Boss. Raiders want a show, I give it.
Keep it up.
Always, Overboss. Gotta dance.
[Party Girl] Looks fun! Teach me a move!
Fun? Uh, sure, Boss. Step like this… feels good, right?
Uh, you’re good! How’s it feel up there?
Heh, you’re sweet, Boss. Feels like a cage, but I manage.

 

Whac-a-Slave Slave: P-please, Overboss, don’t hit me! I’ll do anything—j-just say it!
How’d you end up here?
S-stole food… raiders caught me. Now I’m… this. Don’t hit me, Boss!
Well, stay here.
Y-yes, Boss, anything!
[Idiotic Slut] Aww, poor thing! Want me to yell at them?
Y-yell? No, Boss, they’ll hurt us! B-but… thanks.
Toughen up, or I’ll hit you myself.
N-no, please! I’ll be strong, Boss!
[Medic] I can patch you up.
P-patch me? T-thank you, Overboss!

 

Toilet: [She opens her mouth wide]
[Piss in her]
Tha...nk you... gulp... for using me... Please use... gulp... me again.
So you are a toilet?
Yes, sir/ma'am! The most toiletish toilet. And nothing more.
Well, someone has to eat the waste.
Absolutely right! I am very lucky to live this life!
It's too cruel to do this to a living person.
Nah, I'm fine. That's exactly my kink.
Don’t dare to spill a drop, otherwise you’ll also become a vacuum cleaner.
Oh, God! All you have to do is kick me in the groin to make me cum.
- [Kick her in groin]
Ahhh! THANK YOU!
[Lead Belly] There's so much Nuka Cola in here, their piss must be sweet.
Yes, you are a professional. My respect as a colleague.

 

Dunmore farm homestead slave: You want me? I just work the fields.
This work hard?
Depends on what you compare it to. Sun burns, hands bleed, ass's sore from kicks. But I eat and relativly safe sleeps. That’s life.
Keep at it.
Always. Crops don’t wait.
[Idiotic Slut] Wow, you’re tough! Like, super farmer!
Uh, thanks. Just dirt and sweat here.
You could work harder, you know.
But on the other hand, I work longer.

 

Sex slaves (man, woman and ghouls):
Hey, want to have some fun?
Oh, I wish someone would fuck me now.
Hey, I have everything I need in place.
Hey, how about some active necrophilia?
[Fuck him/her]
Hell yeah!
Yes.
Don't rip the skin off my boobs, they doesn't have much skin left.
Come to daddy!

Edited May 22, 2025 by DSHV

[xyzxyz]

The Root Cellar in the federal stockpile bunker is for a quest from this mod?

[Aztag]

Hi, I completed the Hard TImes quest and did the interview. How can I start the Dream Job Quest? And How Can I start Press On?

 

After the Interview I talked to Maxim, and he gave me Divide and Rule Quest, instead Dream Job or Press On

[DSHV]

On 5/20/2025 at 9:40 PM, xyzxyz said:

The Root Cellar in the federal stockpile bunker is for a quest from this mod?

Yes,

11 hours ago, Aztag said:

After the Interview I talked to Maxim, and he gave me Divide and Rule Quest, instead Dream Job or Press On

Dream Job is already completed, the rest of the quests are given out randomly.

Forced prostitution "roleplaying" by a crazy robot.

Cancan and Tin Can

Spoiler

Madam Scarlet (Assaultron) is at the Mad Mulligan's Mine Saloon. Welcome to Mad Mulligan's Pleasure Parlor, darling. You must be the new courtesan. Put on a smile and entertain our fine patrons like INSERT NAME, or I’ll reprogram you to scrub floors for eternity!
What makes you think I'm your whore?
Well, well, look at your PARAMETERS, darling. They match the PARAMETERS of the whore exactly: Two tits, no dick—everything matches! You are 121.75% whore!
[Robotics Expert] Have you been hacked by raiders? Now show me your back panel.
A, a, a... I have a directory to annihilate anyone who tries to get under my shell. No money, no honey, darling. Save your dirty fingers for the customers.
No way, you crazy bot. I'm not your toy!
Defying your madam? Darling, you just earned a one-way ticket to the scrap heap! (Attack)
[Idiotic Slut] Oh, I get to be a fancy lady? Yay!
Fancy and eager! Perfect, darling. INSERT NAME's yours — make him swoon!
All right, I'll play along happily.
That's the spirit, sugar! INSERT NAME is waiting for your sweet rear rotators.
Fine, you bucket of bolts, just because I'm afraid of Assaultrons.
Temper, temper! Save the fire for INSERT NAME, darling. Get to entertaining—now!

 

INSERT NAME Protectron: Howdy, object of sex generation. I'm INSERT NAME, your fine patron. Entertain me with your assets.

Ugh, fine, Insert Name—you're ''charming,'' I guess.
Alright, Insert Name, let’s pretend you're charming.
Error: insufficient charm. Try again.
Hey, Inserty, you're a real charmer, aren't you?
Nicely greased manipulators, handsome. Can't wait to feel them in my ass.
Affirmative... charm detected. Continue, person for sex.
I’ll dance for you, Insert.
Hope you like my moves, Insert!
Here's your damn dance, rustbucket!
Dancing, as ordered. Enjoy!
Arousal is increasing. How about you bring me a cold, refreshing bottle of Nuka-Cola?
Here's a Nuka-Cola.
Your drink, sir. Nice and cold!
Take your stupid drink, bucket!
The drink's here, Insert Name. Done.
The libation is acceptable. Proceed with the mating procedure.
Keep your rusty parts to yourself!
Madam Scarlet, this whore is not performing her functions! Repair is required!
Fine, let's have a quick fuck.
Insert your cock in me, Insert Name!
Come here, walking vibrator.
Pseudopenis activation.
[Insert Name inserts you his metal dick and fucks you. Then, you clean his dick with your mouth while looking at his head indicators. In the end, after a few tries, you catch his manipulator with your ass as a goodbye assslap.]
Satisfaction has reached its limit.

 

Well done, darling! INSERT NAME's circuits are singing! Take 50 cents for your talents. Oh, a new patron has been detected.
This is a Nuka-Cade token! Do you have real money—bottle caps?
Your brains are malfunctioning, poor thing. But don't worry; according to my data, INTELLIGENCE is not required for a brothel worker.
This is a raider!
I have no directives prohibiting my girls from being issued to any faction. If he's a raider, then he goes on raids, which means he's wealthy. Serve him at the highest level.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh, a token? Shiny! Okay, I'll make him happy!
I'm on my way, madam!
Verbal praise is given for eagerness. Well done.
He's clearly going to take advantage of me!
There's a punishment for refusing your duties. Since it's your first failure, the punishment will be light: deprivation of sweets and ANNIHILATION on the spot!

 

Spike: Playing whore for a bot? Ha! Make me feel special, or I’ll tell every raider in Nuka-World.
Don't you dare tell anyone, or I'll rip your guts out through your throat!
I'm the one who'll push your guts out through your throat with my dick, bitch. You're lucky I like cheeky bitches; otherwise, I would've told your murderbot pimp that I'm disappointed in you. But I also like cheeky bitches who kiss my ass better, so get moving, arsehole!
[Fake smile] You're so great, sir!
Come on, praise me for real, you stupid whore!
Ugh, you're ''special''. Happy?
I wanted to joke and let you go, but with your attitude, you earned additional humiliations.
You're the king of raiders! I'm already all wet from your dominant aura.
I don't give a shit that you're wet!
Who are you? A whore?
[Idiotic Slut] Errrrr...?
Yes! You're a whore. And very stupid one!
[Lawyer] I'm actually a lawyer. Iuris Consultus.
[He spits in your face] Go ahead, say some more funny nonsense, I invite you. I have a lot of spit.
Well, that robot makes me pretend to be a whore.
How can you pretend to be a whore if I'll fuck you for real? Don't be stupid.
[Sarcasm] Well, I need to check my file. Damn, I left it in my other pants.
The joke is that you don't wear any pants at all because you're a dumb slut?
No, I rule the Nuka World.
You'll soon be ruling my cock. So, I am the ruler of the rulers. Your master. Your master. You tell me that and mention my huge cock.
Yes, sir. I'm a whore.
So you're just meat for cheap rent. A wastehole for men. A portable dicksucker. I have a dick, so I'm your master. You tell me that and mention my huge cock.
You're a strong man with a big dick, and I'm weak cunt, okay? Are you happy now?
Please, mighty man, let me worship your huge cock!
You're so great; you should be the Overboss, and I should be your bitch on a leash!
Let this wretched slut become your slave and have the opportunity to look at your huge cock.
[He puts his arm around your rump and slides his fingers under your clothes, and bossy  grabs your crotch in a bossy way]
You will regret it.
Oh, come on. Your cunt isn't that disgusting.
Do whatever you want, just do it faster.
[He spits on your pubis and his spit slowly flows down] Whatever you say, dry bitch. You need to be soaked faster.
Thank you, sir.
Ah-ah-ahhh...
These are just fingers, not my enormous cock.
[He sticks his finger in your anus]
Hey!
Murderbot...
I'm ready.
I don't give a fuck. You'll give a fuck when I'm ready.
Let's fuck already.
Thank you for your attention, sir.
Beg me to fuck you, bitch. [He puts his fingers in your front hole]
Please, sir. I'll do anything for your cock.
Even, like, lick my arsehole? Well, let's see if you can keep your word!
Fuck me already, scum!
You're the scum. Go to hell with such pleas. Any dick will fall off like that. Come on, beg for fuck normally, or I'll tell your pimp that you're a retarded cunt who needs to be punished.
Please, fuck me! I beg you!
Fuck me, Master! I'm begging you, my Lord! Fuck the cheap whore that I am!
Ah, fine.
Great holes, whore! But now I have to go.

 

The honest pay has been given. More patrons await you, darling! Serve them.
Fine.
That's the spirit! New guests are coming—make them happy!
Patrons? You didn't include the dog in them, did you?
The list of potential blocked users is empty.
- This is insane! Let me out!
Insane? No, darling, it's business. If you refuse, I will have to be stern with you. But why do you want to refuse? Dogs are smaller than humans, so less work for you.
I'll serve, madam. Don't hurt me!
Eager worker! You've earned praise—now move on to the next patron!
[Idiotic Slut] More friends? Yay! I love this!
Love it? Perfect, darling! Your next patrons will adore you!
[Animal Friend] Thank you, ma'am. I'm the best candidate for this job.
That's right because you're my only girl. By the way, that also makes you a worse and mediocre candidate.

 

Tug (with Razor dog): Slave of that iron bitch? This is better than The Den! Suck my dog's dick!
Yes, sir.
Are you serious?
Is it possible not to?
($) Then pay me 1000 caps, you picky bitch!
No.
Oh well, I would have deceived you anyway.
Here. (1000 caps)
Okay, now you don't have to suck his dick, just milk it with your cunt.
Fine.
You're an excellent dealmaker.
You're a scumbag!
What terrible service! I met you halfway out of the goodness of my heart, and all I got was an insult. I'll complain to your pimp!
Here's another 1000 and I don't milk anything. (1000 caps)
Okay then. Just get on all fours, and he'll fuck you in the ass himself.
Fine.
You're an excellent dealmaker.
[Stifled cry of frustration]
Are you turning yourself into an animal in this way? Right.
Here's your money. That's it, all my holes are covered! (1000 caps)
Now, lick his balls.
I paid you 3000 caps, and you're still going to make me fuck the dog?
Yep.
Maybe we can go back to a blowjob?
Sure, but it'll be deepthroat with choking, and then he'll fuck you anyway.
Okay, okay, I get it. A dog intercourse is inevitable.
You're an excellent dealmaker.
I've learned my lesson. I'll do it before you make me lick his ass or worse.
Hey, great idea!
Please, I beg you, don't force me!
No. This will not happen in your life.
What reason do I have not to demand this?
[Scary Wench] I'll rip your head off and play bowling with it.
That's a very reasonable reason. You know how to convince.
(Speech Challenge) It's very mean to take advantage of my extremely difficult situation.
Are you stupid? I just killed and ate a couple of people.
Well... okay. I suppose that by degrading someone, I become a degenerate myself. Huh.
[Attack Dog] Then I'll teach you a few dog training techniques.
I order you to teach me, just like that, or I will snitch to your pimp! Teach me naked! [You strip down and teach the raider and his dog a few tricks]
I'll pay.
Then pay me 1000 caps, you picky bitch! -> ($)
Fun show, bitch in heat.
Are you satisfied?
No, let Razor fuck you again.
Maybe you want to fuck me?
Right, I almost forgot!
Would you two fuck me together?
I need to think about the pose.
I beg you, enough!
Okay, you're becoming a grimy, slimy creature. I'll fuck you in the ass and go.
Razor wants to say: "Go fuck yourself, nasty bitch."

 

Darling, your star patron is back — and with a friend! So many clients, this only happened NEVER.
Will my shift ever end?
Oh, my dear, you and your flesh. I'll calculate your meat limit after the next clients.
So many clients, because you got a human whore!
Yes, that makes sense.
Yes, madam.
Serve them well, they deserve the best from you.
These are the last people I will serve!
What confidence! I'm sure that's what your clients like about you, darling.

 

Spike: Long time no see, whore. Crunch, check out our fancy boss!
Crunch: Ha, this is gold! I want to piss in her mouth!
Spike: Spike: Wait, you asshole. You'll ruin her right away with your filthy piss. First we'll have some fun with her.
Please use me as you wish, sirs.
These are the words of a true woman!
Just dare, asshole, and I'll piss in your mouth myself!
Then I'll piss in your mouth, too. It'll be 2:1. Let's call this pose "Aristocrats".
Please don't!
Crunch, do you remember being affected by begging? I don't either. Quite the contrary.
Come on, do your dirty business with me quickly and get lost, perverts.
Are you fucking in a hurry? Do you have more important things to do than suck dirty dicks under the table?
Show your boobs! Boobs! Boobs!
[Present them your naked tits on your palms] Look, sirs.
[Show them your udder]
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much arousal and desire over so small things... such a precious, round things. My dick is already in fighting position.
[Show them your boobs and an angry look]
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much arousal and desire over so small things... such a precious, round things. My dick is already in fighting position. Why are you so angry? Are you mad about your small boobs or something?
Look, fucking morons. [Flash your chest]
May you always be fucked like this, greedy bitch!
Now, show us your arse and spread your arsecheeks so we can see your arsehole better!
I hope you enjoy the view, sirs. [Bend over and show them your asshole]
Fuck, I urgently need a slave. I just developed a fetish for obedient sluts.
[Show them your ass]
Great ass! [They hit you so hard on the ass that you fell down]
[Show them your ass and spank her out of frustration]
Hey, hey! Don't steal our job! [They hit you so hard on the ass that you fell down]
[Show them your ass and fart in them]
The joke's on you, but I have this fetish, too.

Now, let's do what we came here for—what you were born for—fucking!
Are you satisfied, Spike?
No, bend over.
Are you satisfied, Crunch?
No.
Are you both satisfied?
We'll show you the answer. Bend over.
End?
No, with every thrust, say, "I love you, Spike." And don't you dare cum without permission!
[He starts fucking you in the missionary position while you repeat, "I love you, Spike." He insults you and spits in your mouth. He refuses your persistent requests to cum. Finally, he lets you, and you start to cum while Crunch sticks his dick in your mouth and pisses.]

You're the best joke in Nuka-World, bitch!
The best thing about you, whore, is that you're a freebie!

 

Splendid, darling! You've pleased every patron! Now, you can take a walk.
Disobedience detected! Annihilation protocol engaged!

It seems ChatGPT won in generating images for the mod. The other image generators' hands barely touch the PC, but ChatGPT really good grabs her right by the ass. And these are the first generations.

Edited May 22, 2025 by DSHV

[DSHV]

Added a cover to the mod.

[Niki69]

so we get a nuka world dlc, does this mean we will also get a far harbor dlc someday, or some more content to the base pos?

[kgr44217]

On 1/21/2024 at 12:03 PM, DSHV said:

Very strange. Try help "bate" 0 and find the quest id. Do you have other content from 1.7? Does setstage AAAPOSCureforLust 10 work?

New dialogues after we tell Mile Dom whether we are a snowbunny or not.

By the way, I added this problem to Troubleshooting. Place all your belongings in a secure container before doing this. So that the game does not rearrange objects in hundreds, but let’s say a dozen things.

Does male PC have any other quest or interaction with mile after the snowbunny quest completes? He said a line during the end of conversation like: "if you have a hotwife,send her to me" something like this.

[Mow_su_su]

Hello Boss , I have installed this module. How can I activate it? I cannot tell whether it works properly in the game.

[DSHV]

On 5/23/2025 at 7:48 PM, Niki69 said:

so we get a nuka world dlc, does this mean we will also get a far harbor dlc someday, or some more content to the base pos?

Possibly. I wrote about some ideas for Far Harbor somewhere in this thread.

On 5/23/2025 at 9:28 PM, kgr44217 said:

Does male PC have any other quest or interaction with mile after the snowbunny quest completes?

New abuses and dialogues should be included in Mile's quests, along with progress. There should also be interaction with the PC's synth spouse.

On 5/24/2025 at 7:08 AM, Mow_su_su said:

How can I activate it? I cannot tell whether it works properly in the game.

Same as any other mod. If the mod is activated, there should be a person standing between Sanctuary Hills and the Red Rocket. Or a dog at the entrance to Concord.
 

Notes

The Overbossing Guide

Spoiler

Punishment Protocol - Your Guide to Raider Redemption
Greetings, fellow chaos architects! It's your Overboss here, ready to up your leadership game with Psycho Motherfucker III's Punishment Protocol! Disobedience? Oh, it's just a cry for structure! When a raider steps out of line, don't just shoot him-where's the flair in that? Make them regret they were ever born, while keeping them useful!

Step One: Public shaming. Parade them through Nuka-Town USA wearing nothing but a bottle for men and three caps for women. Let the crowd jeer—motivation through embarrassment! Step Two: Forced Labor. Your gang is like your slaves anyway. Step Three: The loyalty oath. Make them recite on their knees, "I am a sorry sack of slag, Overboss is king!" If they refuse? Well, the Deathclaw Pit is always hiring.

Follow these steps and you'll turn rebels into devotees faster than you can say "Wiener"! Disobey me and you'll wish for death - but trust me, you won't get it. Stay strong, stay dominant, and keep Nuka World spinning!

Tribute System - Unlocking Wealth Through Will
Greetings, fellow mayhem architects! It's your Overboss Psycho Motherfucker III. Welcome to Tribute System 101, the ultimate guide to squeezing every last cap out of those fucking settlers! I'm your Overboss - well, the one who matters - and I'm here to tell you the secret to wealth: break their spirit, not their back! Step One: Offer hope. Tell them they're one tribute away from freedom. Spoiler—they're not! Step Two: Demand the impossible. A hundred caps, a fusion core, or their grandma's heirloom locket. Make them sweat. Step Three: Crush their dreams. When they deliver, laugh, raise the price, and watch them crumble.

Pro tip: Keep a ledger. Track who paid what, then "lose" it and make them pay again. It's not just about caps—it's about control! Follow my system and you'll be swimming in loot while they beg for scraps. Give them hope, then rip it away. That's the Nuka World way!

Overboss's Pet - Leadership Through Loyalty
Hey there, future Overboss! It's Psycho Motherfucker III, your predecessor, with a little wisdom from my Leadership Through Loyalty seminar. Every Overboss needs a pet - not a mutt, but a devoted follower who lives by your word. Mine was Lena. Fierce, loyal, she accepted every command with a nod, even when I made her polish my armor with her tongue. She wasn't just a servant - she was my masterpiece.

I buried her with my best haul: a custom Nuka-Blaster, some pre-war gems, the works. You can find her grave in Safari Adventure, under the fat and furry Yao Gai statue. Why? Because loyalty like that deserves a legacy. Create your own pet and you'll never rule alone. Just don’t get soft—emotions are for settlement’s whipping boys!

Humiliation Hierarchy - Rise by Making Them Fall
Greetings, fellow sadism architects! Welcome to Humiliation Hierarchy 2.3, the only guide you'll ever need to keep Nuka World in line! It's your Overboss Psycho Motherfucker III, here to teach you how to climb the ladder by stepping on everyone else. Rule One: Every Raider must know their place. Make them prove it! Got a loud mouth? Make them wear a clown mask and juggle Nuka bottles in the marketplace. Rule Two: Public displays. Nothing says "I'm boss" like a rebel scrubbing toilets with their hair (not necessarily head ones). Rule Three: Reward the loyal. Pick one to be your role model—call them your "chosen"—and make others grovel for the title. It's not cruelty—it's motivation! Keep them low and you'll stay high. Now go out there and make them cry for your approval!

Raider Morale Manual - Fear Is Your Friend
Rise and shine, madness architects! It's your Overboss Psycho Motherfucker III with the Raider Morale Manual, your ticket to a happy, terrified crew! Fear is the key to success - nothing motivates like a good scare. Step One: The daily taunt. Pick a raider, call him out in front of the band, and make him run laps around Dry Rock Gulch. Step Two: The loyalty leash. Collar the weakest link - literally or not - and parade them around as your pet. Keeps the rest in line. Step Three: Celebrate submission! When they obey, toss them a Nuka-Cola Cherry and a pat on the head. They'll love you for it-or hate you, but who cares? Fear makes them fight harder, love makes them weak. Keep them scared and you'll keep Nuka World yours. Now get out there and inspire!

Pet's Diary

Spoiler

Day 1
They call me “Pup” now. Didn’t even ask my name. He—some Pack hotshot with a mohawk—slapped a collar on me yesterday. Smells like sweat and blood. Said it’s a badge of honor, but it chafes like hell. Had to crawl through the Nuka-Town market to “prove my place.” Raiders jeered, threw bottlecaps. One tossed a half-eaten Nuka-Dog. He made me eat it off the ground. Tastes like dirt and shame, but he stood between me and a drunk Disciple’s knife afterward. Guess that’s the deal—crawl, and he protects me.

Day 3
Woke up to him tugging the leash. “Time to shine, Pup!” Today’s job was polishing his armor in front of the Pack’s animal pens. Animals roared while I scrubbed, and the others laughed—called me his “loyal mutt.” Spilled some vodka on the floor, and he made me lick it up. Burned my tongue, made my head spin. But when a rival tried to rough me up, he broke the guy’s nose. Keeps saying I’m his. Not sure if that’s a threat or a promise.

Day 7
He dragged me to the Galactic Zone today. Made me carry his gear—heavy as a Brahmin—while he bragged to the Operators. Dropped a magnum in the dirt, and he had me fetch it with my teeth. Crowd loved it; I wanted to die. But later, he slipped me an extra Nuka-Cola Cherry. Said I “earned it.” Why does that feel good? I hate him, but when he’s around, nobody else touches me. Is this what loyalty feels like? Or am I just broken?

Day 12
New game today: “guard dog.” Had to stand watch outside Fizztop Grille, leashed to a pole, while he partied inside. Some Disciple tossed radroach guts at me—had to dodge or eat ‘em. Chose dodging. He came out, saw the mess, and laughed. “Good Pup,” he said, tossing me a stimpak like it’s a treat. I’m starting to wonder if I’m safer with him than without. The others… they’d eat me alive. Literally.

Day 15
He’s calling me his “masterpiece” now. Made me wear a ridiculous Nuka-Girl outfit—torn shorts, stained top—for a raider fight in the brawl ring. Had to parade around, hyping the crowd while he fought. Got pelted with caps and insults. One guy grabbed for me; my “master” shot him dead mid-match. Afterward, he cleaned blood off my face, gentle-like. I don’t get it. He humiliates me, but it’s like... he’s proud? I’m starting to forget who I was before the collar.

Day 20
I tried running last night. Got as far as Dry Rock Gulch before his dogs sniffed me out. He didn’t hit me—just made me kneel in the market and beg for forgiveness. Whole damn park watched. I cried, and he let me sleep in his room, not the pens. Fed me real food, not scraps. He keeps me crawling, but he’s the only thing keeping me alive. Guess that’s the deal. I’m his Pup, and maybe... maybe I’m okay with that.

Woof.

The Motherfatting Champion

Spoiler

Dictated by: Jax the Shake Spear, Undefeated King of Motherfatting
Scribed by: His Who Fucking Cares Slave

Scrawl this right, you sniveling wretch, or I’ll send your guts into next week! All my magnificently stinking verbal crap. Did you write it down? Did you write this down too? And this? Write it all down, shit, or I'll hit you so hard your great-grandmother will feel it!

I’m Jax, the Shake Spear, the filthiest, nastiest bastard to ever spit a rhyme in Motherfatting. This ain’t no game for soft-bellied losers—it’s a war of words, a rhyming slaughter where I shred my foes with insults so dirty, they’d make a radscorpion puke. I’m the champ, the master, and I’m here to tell you why no one dares step to me.

Today I shook my "spear" into the mouths of these sore losers! Picture this: some Raider punk thought he could out-talk me. I crushed him with:

"You’re a pox-faced, ass-lickin’,
Shit-stain fool who’s barely kickin’!
Your breath’s a plague, your brain’s a fart,
You’re a walking corpse with no damn heart."

He tried to clap back, mumbled some trash. I laughed and hit him harder. He ran off crying, crowd roaring my name. That’s what I do—break souls with syllables. Words ain’t just noise, they’re my machete, and I carve up fools like they’re meat.

Another time, some cocky scavenger stepped up. I shut him down fast:

"You’re a crusty, limp-dicked,
Junk-haulin’, fate-tricked,
Sack of waste with a tiny little prick,
Bet your mom regrets that one-night trick!"

He froze, stammering. I finished him off:

"Look at you, quakin’, can’t even spit,
You’re a gutless dog, a pile of shit,
Take your scrap and crawl away slow,
‘Cause I’m the king, and you’re too low!"

He dropped his gear and quit. That’s power. Words are weapons, sharper than any blade, and I wield ‘em like a god. I don’t just win—I dominate.

And you, pencilneck slave, scribbling this down? You’re nothing. You write ‘cause I say so. Everyone bends to me—opponents, crowds, even you. Step up to the Motherfatting ring if you’re dumb enough, but know this: I’ll roast you ‘til you’re ash, leave you begging, and laugh while you bleed. Words are my kingdom, and I’m the fucking emperor.

Read it back, slave. Fuck it up, and I’ll make you eat it.
(Jax's Skull is one of the prizes in Motherfatting)

Holotape: Raider Quiz - Find Your True Calling

Spoiler

All right, you wasteland reject! Welcome to the Raider Quiz! Do you think you’ve got what it takes to survive Nuka World? Find out if you're a ruler, a coward, a schemer, or just plain dull. Answer these 10 questions, and we’ll figure out your place in this hellhole. Pick your answers—don't wimp out!

Question 1
You’re leading a raiding party, and one of your grunts questions your plan. How do you handle it?
A) Shut them down hard—my word is law, and they’ll learn to respect it. (Dominant)
B) Hear them out, maybe adjust the plan if they've got a point. (Neutral)
C) Grumble and change the plan, but make sure they know I’m pissed about it. (Angry Submissive)
D) Let ‘em take the lead this time—maybe they know better. (Submissive)

Question 2
You’ve captured a prisoner with valuable intel. How do you get them to talk?
A) Scare the hell out of them—threats and a little “persuasion” go a long way. (Dominant)
B) Cut a deal—maybe trade something for the info. (Neutral)
C) Act friendly, get the info, then stab ‘em in the back. (Angry Submissive)
D) Offer them freedom, a blowjob, or anything else they want if they spill the beans. (Submissive)

Question 3
At a raider bash, some loudmouth insults you in front of everyone. What's your move?
A) Challenge them to a fight—nobody disrespects me and walks away. (Dominant)
B) Laugh it off and steer the conversation elsewhere. (Neutral)
C) Throw an insult back, but later ask for forgiveness face to cock. (Angry Submissive)
D) Ignore it and slink away—better to avoid trouble. (Submissive)

Question 4
Your gang's low on supplies. How do you split what's left?
A) Me and my inner circle get the good stuff—strength keeps us on top. (Dominant)
B) Divide it fair and square—everyone gets their share. (Neutral)
C) Give more to the whiners to shut ‘em up, even if it's unfair. (Angry Submissive)
D) Let the group decide—I’ll go with the flow. (Submissive)

Question 5
You have been offered to take part in a bloody orgy.
A) I fuck everyone! (Dominant)
B) I'm participating. (Neutral)
C) I'll refuse, but what difference does it make, they'll drag me in there anyway. (Angry Submissive)
D) Everyone is fucking me, I need to show gratitude for the invitation. (Submissive)

Question 6
A fellow raider asks for help with a personal problem. How do you respond?
A) Tell them to deal with it themselves—I ain't their babysitter. (Dominant)
B) Give some advice, but let them sort it out. (Neutral)
C) Agree to help, but make damn sure they owe me big time. (Angry Submissive)
D) Drop everything and help them out, no questions asked. (Submissive)

Question 7
You’re negotiating territory with another gang. How do you handle it?
A) Demand the best deal and be ready to fight if they push back. (Dominant)
B) Work out a compromise that keeps both sides happy. (Neutral)
C) Take a worse deal to avoid a fight, but stew about it later. (Angry Submissive)
D) Let them have what they want—peace is better than pride. (Submissive)

Question 8
You’ve been captured by an enemy faction. How do you act in captivity?
A) Plot an escape or find a way to overpower the guards. (Dominant)
B) Wait for a chance to talk my way out. (Neutral)
C) Do what they say, but secretly plan revenge. (Angry Submissive)
D) Suck cocks. A lot of cocks. And hope they show mercy. (Submissive)

Question 9
Your gang just won a big battle. How do you celebrate?
A) Take the best loot and throw a party where I'm the star. (Dominant)
B) Share the spoils and celebrate with the crew. (Neutral)
C) In such cases, I am always included in the celebration, despite my desire. (Angry Submissive)
D) I'll add my body to the spoils of war, as always. (Submissive)

Question 10
You're training new recruits. What's your style?
A) Push them to their limits—only the strong survive. (Dominant)
B) Teach them the ropes and let them learn by doing. (Neutral)
C) Let them figure it out themselves—I'm hands-off. (Angry Submissive)
D) Give them a sexual encouragement. (Submissive)

Mostly A's (Dominant): You're a force to be reckoned with—a true Raider boss!
Perk: Raider Tyrant:
+5% damage to raiders.
Mostly D's (Submissive): You bend so you don't break—survival is your game.
Perk: Raider Pet:
+5% damage resistance when health is below 50%.
Mostly C's (Angry Submissive): You follow orders, but you dream of rebellion—watch your back.
Perk: Raider Rebel:
+5% stealth effectiveness
Mostly B's (Neutral): You’re the voice of reason in a world gone mad—good luck with that!
Perk: Raider Diplomat:
+5% better prices when bartering.
+5% success rate in speech checks.

So, what are you going to be? A tyrant, pet, rebel, or talker? Nuka World doesn't care—just don't expect a warm welcome. Go make your mark, raider!

Operators' Ledger - Q3 Financial Report

Spoiler

Casino Income (Fizztop Casino The Den)
Total Caps Earned: 10,800
Twenty-One: 3,200 caps (these idiots still haven't learned math.)
Cap Flip: 2,800 caps (these idiots haven't figured out yet that this is not a game of chance, but a question of finger training)
Guess the Number: 4,500 caps (house edge increased by 5%. These idiots... well, you get it)
Cure for debtors: 300 caps (I will never stop praising the idea of debtors buying stimpacks themselves to heal the wounds they received while working off their debt)
Expenses:
Bribes to Pack and Disciples: 1,150 caps (can give the most useless debtors)
Workers Wages: 800 caps (cut their pay by 10%—they’ll live)
Net Profit: 8,800 caps

Chems Trade Income
Total Caps Earned: 6,750
Sales Breakdown:
Psycho: 2,500 caps (high demand in Commonwealth raider camps)
Jet: 3,000 caps (popular with casino clients)
Buffout: 1,250 caps (mostly bought by the Pack fighters.)
2500+3000+1250-700-500

Expenses:
Chem Lab Supplies: 700 caps
Bribes for Safe Routes: 500 caps
Net Profit: 5,550 caps

Slave Trade Income
Total Caps Earned: 8,900
Sales Breakdown:
Labor Slaves: 5,000 caps (sold to Commonwealth settlements)
Entertainment Slaves: 3,900 caps (casino and private buyers)

Best Workers:
"Lucky Lou" (male, 28): Sold for 300 caps. Strong back, weak will—perfect for labor.
"Daisy" (female, 22): Sold for 500 caps. Trained dancer, compliant. Casino favorite.
"Stubbs" (male, 35): Sold for 800 caps. Mouthy, but breaks easy. Good for escort services.

Expenses:
Hunters Wages: 600 caps
Chem Supplies for ConditioningWorkers: 400 caps
Net Profit: 7,900 caps

Comments
The casino is outperforming expectations. Consider expanding the number of games to include slave fighting matches, or finally find or make cards and roulette. Some also suggest including the Blast Radius board game, but it is long and unprofitable.
Chems trade is booming—Jet's our cash brahmin. Consider dosing slaves with Psycho to boost output.
Slave trade steady. Daisy’s a goldmine—train more like her.
Reminder: Increase “motivation” for underperforming workers. A few public lashings should boost productivity. A good show in Nuka-Town square ensures compliance from workers and runners alike.

Lizzie Wyath, Chief Accountant.

[Added inscription in a different handwriting: "Profit is power. Keep them broke, keep them ours."]

Nuka-Girl’s Galactic Misadventure

Spoiler

Location: Galactic Zone.
Welcome, space adventurer, to Nuka-Girl’s Galactic Misadventure! Join Nuka-Girl and her trusty cyborg pet, Orbitta, on a thrilling—er, humbling—journey across the stars! Choose your actions wisely... or not. Ready? Let's blast off!"

Scene 1: The Alien Bar
Nuka-Girl struts into the seediest bar in the galaxy. Her suggestive costume draws every eye and other organs for observation. Her cyborg pet, Orbitta, is an iron sphere with human female arms and legs, as well as human female breasts that sweep the floor. There are also two holes in the front and back (the important thing is not to confuse them!). A hulking alien with too many tentacles grabs Nuka-Girl’s body, since there are no technical Gluubonoking cabins here, and human women are next best thing for Gluubonoking.

What does Nuka-Girl do?

A) Offer him Orbitta.
He spends three hours Gluubonoking using Orbitta. In the end, she became slimy and smelly, but happy to have helped a friendly life form in  dire need.

B) Refuse.
He apologizes for disturbing you and leaves.

C) Agree.
He spends four hours Gluubonoking using you. He decides to make the deepest and most thorough Gluubonoking possible. You desperately grasp his Gluubonoking organs with your ideal holes for Gluubonoking the and spasmodically clean him, absorbing the Gluubonoking juices. Finally Gluubonoking reached the climax. He squeezed you with his tentacles with such force, tore your suit and left red stripes. He left you in a tattered top and skirt, lying in a pool of Gluubonoking juices that Orbitta sucked up. All your credits had mysteriously disappeared.

Scene 2: Cosmic Hitchhiking
Disheveled and creditless, Nuka-Girl hitches a ride on a rusty space freighter. The crew, a ragtag band of spacers, and their grizzled captain take one look at her and snicker. The captain orders her to have sex with the crew.

What does Nuka-Girl do?

A) Offer them Orbitta.
They spend the entire months of the trip having fun with her. In the end, she became slimy and smelly, but happy to have helped friendly life forms with their primal urges.

B) Demand respect and refuse to have sex.
They apologize and escort you to your cabin, which turns out to be a garbage dump. You fly off into space with the garbage, but you don't die. In 30 seconds, you are saved by a Red Ass ship with an Incredible Authorial Arbitrariness engine—but that's another story.

C) Have sex with the crew.
You are made the ship's pet for the entire trip. You get fucked while you sleep, while you scrub the deck on your knees, while you dance in Princess Lewda's bikini, while you beg on your hind legs for moldy Nuka-Cake, while you get fucked, you get fucked.

Scene 3: Pirate Ambush
Nuka-Girl’s freighter is boarded by space pirates who recognize her as the “famous slut Nuka-Girl.” So she found out that Orbitta is blogging about her to the entire galaxy. The pirate leader demands that she pledge loyalty to their crew.

What does Nuka-Girl do?

A) Offer them Orbitta.
They spend the entire months of the trip having fun with you both. In the end, she became slimy and smelly, but happy to have helped friendly life forms with their primal urges.

B) Defeat them all.
Despite the endless abuse and sperm-based diet, your body became very pumped up and flexible from constant fucking. You easily beat the pirates with your bare hands while squirting sperm from your holes. The crew celebrated with penis salutes in your direction and arms swinging that turned into an orgy.

C) You already know how it happens. Pledge your loyalty by bowing to the leader.
They let you live, but brand you with a temporary "Pirate Pet" tattoo. You are already an experienced ship's pet and perform your role perfectly, even anticipating the new crew's wishes. Fucking, fucking, fucking.

Scene 4: Galactic Prison
United Colonies patrol catches the pirates, but Nuka-Girl is mistaken for a collaborator and thrown into a galactic prison. The warden assigns her the role of “janitor,” forcing her to mop cells while inmates jeer.

What does Nuka-Girl do?

A) Offer them Orbitta.
You can't buy off justice with a boobed ball.

B) Demand a trial to clear your name.
Denied!

C) Try to escape.
You were caught and sentenced to a month in a punishment cell with your familiar Gluubonoking searcher from first scene and a manycocker rapist.

D) Accept the janitor role.
You mop the filthy cells with your boobs, hair and tongue, while galactic criminals fuck you. You clean toilets, showers, alien rooms for Gluubonoking and other natural needs. The cleaning droid cheers, “You're a natural, like Roger Wilco himself!”. The warden "promotes" you to permanent janitor. At night, you are brought to cells that outbid you. The most notorious galactic degenerates and villains abuse you and, of course, fuck you. Fortunately, Orbitta rose to the rank of Chief Overseer while you were soaking up all the alien waste like a sponge, and she freed you.

Congratulations! You've guided Nuka-Girl through her galactic nightmare. By choosing the path of shame, you've unlocked your true submissive potential. Power is fleeting, but survival is eternal.

Nuka-Girl’s Grit: +15% damage resistance when health is below 30% (reflecting her endurance through humiliation).

 

--//--
I liked the new cover, so I generated covers for Fallout 3 and New Vegas add-ons, just in case.

Edited May 26, 2025 by DSHV

[xyzxyz]

I killed McDonough befor finding the note to start his little marriage with the player and Piper. Any way to still start it?

[DSHV]

On 5/27/2025 at 5:46 PM, xyzxyz said:

Any way to still start it?

I disable his clone when he dies, but maybe it doesn't work. If it does work, find his clone's ID and summon him.
 

Kiddie Kingdom Encounter

Spoiler

Ferran Hitchcock (Naked Ghoul in Kiddie Kingdom): M: Hi!
What are you doing here?
I have a radiation bath. And maybe some smooth-skinned babe will come here, then I'll have brutal, savage sex with her. With consent, of course.
What is your story?
Name’s Ferran Hitchcock, kid. Pre-War, I was a top physicist at Manhattan Projects, cookin’ up nukes like the Fat Man. Survived the bombs in a D.C. bunker. The Enclave recruited me for their projects, promisin’ to rebuild America, but they were just fanatics plannin’ to 'purify' the Wasteland. Due to a small incident with a water purification project I become a ghoul. Bein’ a ghoul didn’t fit their plan, so I stole a vertibird, crashed somewhere here. Oh, that's when I met your mom and shoved my rotten dick balls-deep into her asshole. That's how you came into the world, kid. [Chuckle]
You are disgusting.
Thank you, I tried.
I'm leaving you.
You're just like my father. [Sob] Oh, I'm kidding.
F: Grahh!
Oh no, what is this feral ghoul with an erect cock up to?
Grah! (Rape)
[Smart Ass] or [Ghoulish] or [Medic] You are not feral.
Are you some kind of ghoul expert? Will you examine my dick thoroughly? (To M dialogue)
[Idiotic Slut] Piss on me, just don't kill me, horny zombie mister!
Relax, I'll just fuck you with my rotten dick in all the holes I want.
- [Idiotic Slut] Phew, thanks mister. How much do I owe you for this?
Well, I'm in a good mood so I'll do it for free.
-- [Idiotic Slut] Thank you! I will try to make my rape give you a lot of pleasure!
Yes, you will have to work hard to repay my kindness.
[Scary Wench] Just try to use that gun and I'll take it apart so you'll never put it back together.
Got it, accepted.
I'm leaving you.
You won't leave Uncle Ferran anywhere without a farewell rape, young bitch.
Yes.
Just resist!
No.
Yes, yes, yes...
[STR>5] No.
Oh, I see you're not in a rapey mood today. Okay.
I'd rather kill you.
What a daughter of bitch you are!

Primate Urge

Spoiler

Priestess in Cappy's Cafe: Hey, Overboss! You look like someone who gets things done. Name’s Priestess, biggest monkey fan in Nuka-World. You ever seen huge monkeys in Safari Adventure? They must be magnificent—pure, untamed power. I want to be one of them, live with them, be accepted by their pack. Fucked by they enormous cocks. But they’re not exactly handing out invitations, you know? I need help getting close without getting my head ripped off. You in?
[Idiotic Slut] Oh! I love playing with weird shaped cocks too!
Then you need to meet Mike. But only if you're not afraid of bald wrinkled worms.
[Animal Friend] I know. Isn't animal love beautiful?
Yes, some call it degeneration, but what do they know? They haven't experienced being torn apart by huge dicks themselves!
Priestess?
Yes, I am a priestess who worships huge dicks. Also, asses, balls, and everything in between. But I'm more of a votaress there.
- Deathclaws have bigger dicks.
I am more in the "human-shaped dicks" monastery. But I respect all forms of worship. But the deathclaws' devices are too big. If I get torn apart by one, I won't be able to enjoy the rest of the world's penises.
I’m not your errand boss. Find someone else.
Fine, but you’re missing out on something epic. Come back when you’re ready to make history.
What do you need me to do?
First step: сheck what's going on there.
I’ll help.
Be careful—they’re strong and fast. If you mess up, they won’t be forgiving. But I believe in you, Overboss!
[Sarcasm] You went completely bananas! Ha-ha-ha!
Oh yeah, I love bananas for their penis shape.
[Safari Adventure] They are not in the Safari Adventure.
Damn, if not there, then I don't know where else they could be. Surely, not in an underground laboratory of crazy scientists. Here, take some caps for your effort. (+50 caps).
[Safari Adventure] I found them. They are in the primate house. Huge gorilla ghouls.
I'm going to faint with joy! Hurry, I need a stinky dick to get back to normal. Speaking of smells. Now, next part: I need to smell like one of them, and it is desirable to look similar.
What, you need perfume to woo monkeys now?
Woo? Ha, it’s survival, smartass. Get that mask and their scent.
I’ll make you a mask.
You’re a lifesaver, Overboss!

Craftable Stinky Mask: Pack carnival mask + 3 Ghoulrilla Piss (in the primate house)

[INT 7+] You don't need a mask, gorillas perceive people as their own kind.
But I wanted to wear a mask, it's so sexy. Oh well, I guess it's not that important.
[Sarcasm] I know the mask is so-so, but I thought you wouldn't appreciate it if I made it out of a severed monkey head.
You're damn right!
Here's your mask.
This smells... wild. Perfect! Now we just need to collect an offering for them, since I want to get something from them too. In leather packaging, if you understand what I mean. Their huge ape cocks. [Wink] Ten mutfruits should be enough. By 'we', I mean you alone.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh! Oh!, I get it. Leather packaging is what you call their cocks, and the gift is sperm!
Aren't you precious little ape. Here's it's for you. (+ a nasty potion)
Why don't you get the offering yourself?
I don't know how to get them. Besides, I'll pay you for the work in the end. Why should we bother myself then?
[Smart Ass] Gorillas also eat insects. Five pieces of ant meat can easily replace mutfruits.
That's why you're helping me! You've got enough brains in your head to feed three ferals.
[Sarcasm] Are you sure your ass won't be enough?
Better safe than sorry! Especially when it comes to my sorry ass.
I'm not going to fetch mutfruits for you.
Then how are you going to do your job?
I'll look for them.
Great!

I have collected the offering for you.
Awesome! Now, let’s head to the primate house. I’ll need you to help me gain their trust. Ready?
[Sarcasm] One package for bribery to get monkeys to fuck you, ma'am!
Stop making me aroused!
There's no point in putting it off any longer! Lead me to my future dominant fuckers.
Let’s go.
Right behind you, Overboss. This is it—my dream!
I’ll make them love you, Priestess.
Love me? Damn, you’re confident! Let’s make it happen!

 

Here they are my handsome boys! Now I'll dance my seductive monkey dance for them!
It’s working... they’re watching. Stay close, Overboss.
Yes, look how flexible and mobile my bald body is!
[END 6+] [Show them your ass and slap it with your palms, showing off your body strength]
[Animal Friend] Oo-oo ah-ah!
Hey, these are my boys!
[CHA 3+] [Join her in the dance]
Hello, boys of the boys.
[STR 8+] [Beat your chest to provoke them]
Oh no, now they will dominate the sassy females completely. Oh... yes...
(Sex with both her and the PC)
[Just watch]
I'm ready, just waiting for you!
(Sex with only her)

It worked! They’re letting me stay! Thank you—you’ve made my dream come true! Take all my stuff, I don't need it anymore. Come back anytime.

Her items include an unique weapon and the Monkey Penis amulet: +1END, +1LCK, +1STR.

My favorite matchmaker?
Hey, I have an excess of this divine nectar, you can take it. (Ghoulrilla Piss or Ghoulrilla Sperm)
I want to watch monkeys fuck you.
When you put a sentence together like that, my hole starts to leak.
I want to fuck you.
Sure, buddy, why not?
I want monkeys to fuck me.
Okay, I'm not jealous.
I want to watch Cito fuck you.
Yes, he's big too.
I want Cito to fuck me.
You could have asked directly, but okay...

Two more quests and I'll be done with writing (unless another idea comes to my mind).

Edited May 29, 2025 by DSHV
Differentiating lines by color

[shmungus]

During the super romance quest whenever I try to use the super romance option my game crashes, is there anything that might fix this/cause this so I can figure out how to fix it?

[DSHV]

11 hours ago, shmungus said:

fix this/cause this so I can figure out how to fix it?

Do you have animations for super mutants? What exactly is the super romance option?


Boss Position for Sale — Sold!

Spoiler

Sausager near the Commonwealth’s entry to Nuka-World’s transit system: Well, well, you’re the one sniffing around Nuka-World, huh? Name’s Sausager, and I’ve got a deal sweeter than Nuka-Cherry. The raiders need a new Overboss, but that Gauntlet’s a meat grinder. I can smuggle you straight to Nuka-Town—make you a [Cough] figurehead [Cough] boss, all power, no fuss. Catch is, you gotta prove you’re... cooperative. A few tests, nothing like a smooth babe like you can’t handle. Interested?
What kind of tests? Give me details.
Simple stuff—show me that you can take a hit, bend a knee, swear loyalty. Humiliating? Maybe. Painful? Could be. But you’ll be Overboss without a scratch from the Gauntlet. Deal?
- Why me? What’s your angle?
You look like you can handle a crowd, and I need someone who won’t stab me in the back. Yet. Ready?
[Sarcasm] There is a catch here, but what is it? It looks like a trap, smells like a trap, and quacks like a trap. What could it be?
Taste it, it tastes like an unwashed dick.
[Lone Wanderer] I work alone. No deals.
Alone? Nuka-World eats loners. Last chance for an easy in.
A figurehead? Pass.
Nah, you’re the star of the show! Gauntlet’s worse—turrets, traps, death. Rethink that pass.
[Idiotic Slut] Ooh, a boss? That sounds so fun! I’ll do anything!
Anything? Gods, you’re perfect. Let’s make you a star, sweetheart.
I’m in. Let’s do this.
Oh, I like you already. Eager little puppet, huh? Let’s get started.

Test one: show me you’re not too proud to get dirty. Wear only this—let’s call it a ‘costume’—and parade around.
(“Costume” is a Pack elephant helmet)
Screw this.
Oh, you’ll do it, or you’re walking into the Gauntlet. Try again.
Well, not the most shameful thing I've done in my life. [Take off your clothes and put on the “Costume”]
[Someone had generously filled the inside of the mask with their sperm.]
Look at that animal! You're a natural. Dance!
No.
So what now then?
[Dance]
Ha-ha-ha! Now bring that tin can! [He threw the tin can aside]
Your tin can.
Thanks, bitchy. [He stuck your trunk down his pants] No dignity - check! Now let's see how strong your meat is. Test two: sit your skinny ass down in the dirt and spread your knees for me. I'll kickfuck you.
Kick... Fuck me?
I'll kick you in the cunt until you cum. Kickfucking. My humble invention.
Can you try it the old-fashioned way - with your dick?
And where's the fun in that?
[Prepare yourself for kickfucking]
Now don't you dare move. You can only moan with pleasure. [Without delay he kicks you hard between the legs. A groan of pain escaped you. You want to bend over, but you hold yourself back. He starts to kick your pussy and you suffer and endure. Finally, with joy, you realize that you are ready and warn him. He puts his dirty sole on your pussy and began to rub your clit. You try to get up, but he kicks you back down and wipes his boot on your stomach. You stand up on shaky legs. Your crotch is one big bruise.]
Tell everyone that I did it with my dick and balls. Final test: swear loyalty to Nuka-World’s raiders. Kneel, put my dick in your mouth, and say the words—‘I’m your Overboss, bound to serve.’ Your words may not come out clear, but I will forgive you.
[Scary Wench] I can only swear I'll stick your dick in your mouth and you'll walk around like that for the rest of your life.
Alright, real boss material. Pass.
(Speech Challenge) I’ll swear, but no cocksucking. I’m nobody’s sex slave.
Have you fucking seen yourself from the outside? Come on, suck it, smacking your lips.
Got spine, huh? Fine.
No.

Fuck.

[Kneel down and open your mouth]
You’re a damn spectacle!
[You got down on your knees, raise your hand up, and he came close and inserted his penis into your mouth.]
Repeat after me, cocksuсking titted cuntly schmuck: I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
[Pull the cock out of your mouth] Does it have to be a bitch?
Well, you can be a toilet or a whore. [He shoved his dick back in, holding you by the back of your head]
[Sarcasm] You swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
[He slaps you on the back of the head] I see you're a very provocative bitch. Do you like to pull a tiger's cock?
Am slurp mmm mm slurp mmm Mmm-Mmm mmmm.
I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders.
Louder, bitch!
Am slurp mmm mm slurp mmm Mmm-Mmm mmmm!
I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
I honor the strong, run with the wild, and fight for the alpha’s glory. Say it, and mean it.
Am slurp mmm mmm m mmm mm mm slurp!
I honor the strong, run with the wild, and fight for the alpha’s glory!
I crave the blade, spill blood for joy, and revel in death’s embrace. Your turn.
Am mmm m m mmm slurp mm m m mmm m mm mm!
I crave the blade, spill blood for joy, and revel in death’s embrace!
I serve the coin, scheme for power, and crush all who defy profit.
Am mmm mm m slurp mmm mmm mm mmm!
I serve the coin, scheme for power, and crush all who defy profit!
I am Overboss, slave to its chaos, king of its ruins, forever bound to its will.
Am slurp slurp m mmm mmm mmm mmm m mmm m m mmm!
I am Overboss, slave to its chaos, king of its ruins, forever bound to its will!
Argh! [He grabs your head with both hands, presses it into his crotch and came in your mouth.] The oath is sealed with my sperm seal!
You’re in, Overboss. Time to meet your new kingdom. Nuka-Town’s waiting. Now I'm going to knock you out with my fist and take you to your new home. Maybe I'll have some fun with your body on this long journey.

(Player is teleported to Nuka-Town USA, bypasses Gauntlet, starting “An Ambitious Plan.”)

Synth in the Wild

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Glitch near Evan's home: This Nuka-World is amazing—like a giant playground! Oh, wow, you must be someone important! I’m Glitch, just got here from the Institute. I'm a synth and I'm a little lost. Can you help me?
Who are you? Why are you here?
Good question. I have no idea. First I was in the Institute, my home, and then BLAM! blue light and I'm here. No one told me what to do. Wait, the light was more like white with a blue tint, that's more accurate.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh, iron lady, let me help you. Then you help me, I'm lost too.
You’re awesome! Let's save each other and teach each other the wisdoms of life.
Die, synth!
But what did I do?
You know, in the Wasteland, it is traditional to engage in genital-to-genital contact during initial encounters.
I don't want to seem impolite! Let's give each other a nice greeting!
It’s dangerous to say you’re a synth. Keep that quiet.
Dangerous? But it’s who I am! Oh, okay, I’ll try to be more humane. I am a human being of the female gender. Emmm... Sapiens Humanson. Yes, this is very humanesque!
I’ll help you. Follow me.
Yes, find me a safe place! I’ll stick close—promise!
I won't help. You're on your own.
On my own? It's horrible and tiny! Please, I need you!

Oh, can I carry something for you? I’m super helpful!
Do you know how to fight?
You just have to wave a heavy thing around and pull the trigger on a gun, pointing it at the bad people. Or the good people, if we're the bad ones.
No.
Can I at least get some armor? So that I slowly die, and you have time to heroically save me?
Yes.
Wow, I can see why everyone is so obsessed with possessions. It gives you a sense of control and power, mhahaha!

Follow me.
Oh, I follow commands perfectly, I'm a biological machine!
Wait.
Is there another reason for this besides that love for me was suddenly lost?
Let's trade.
Items!
Let's fuck.
Are all people like this? Should I be so lustful too, since I'm your copy?

 

Ass Pirate: Well, well, well, so-called overbitch. Out for a stroll with your pet? We’ll have fun with her.
Glitch: Pet? I’m a synth, not a pet!/Oh, I shouldn't have said that. I’m a human creature, not a pet! Blah-blah-bleh!
Ass Pirate: You are an ungodly vile creature!
Glitch: And the so-called overbitch is way stronger than you—plus, we’ve got tons of valuable stuff! Right, so-called overbitch?/First, you need to engage in a genital-to-genital greeting. Why are you being so impolite? Take off your pants and stand in the right position in front of the so-called overbitch!
Ass Pirate: So you think you can fuck us? And loaded with loot? Oh, this just got interesting. Hand it all over—now!
You're dead!
No, you!
[Wasteland Warlord] Listen, here, so-called live raiderling. I'll count to three and start shooting you in the back. One.
[Scary Wench] Touch us, and I’ll rip your spine out!
Damn, you're crazy! We're out!
(Speech Challenge) Back off, or challenge me to a fight for the title of Overboss according to all the rules.
Tch, fine, Overboss. Who needs this funny title? It's like being a common scapegoat.
No one will know.
Here's 500 caps. Now leave us alone.
Smart move, Boss. See ya around.
Take her, not me.
We won't stick our cocks into this fake woman! Who knows what's in there? F: But you are a different matter, public "boss".
F: Take me and then leave us alone.
Come to daddy, publc overbitch!
Again, underslut!
I would brag that I fucked the overboss. But there is nothing worthwhile in this.

 

Find Glitch.

Naked Glitch in Nuka-Town USA: Hey, my saver! I made a great deal! I gave all my things for this bottle cap. Hope that’s okay. Can you believe it's worth about a million dollars? Look how pretty it is!
Are you an idiot?
Yes, I always have Intelligence of one in testing. And what?
Anyway I gave you worstless junk.
Yay! Are you a genius? How you thought of everything! We got the equivalent of million dollars and got rid of the trash!
Give me back my things! I only lent them to you!
I'll give you the cap and you can buy yourself better things!
[Idiotic Slut] Wow! We are rich!
I know! [You started dancing in a circle holding hands. Mags covered his face with his palm]

Mags: Your friend’s got no sense. Want this stuff back? It’ll cost ya.
(Hard Speech Challenge) That trade was a mistake, Mags. Hand it over.
Fine, take your shit. But I will take my "million dollars".
Mistake? Nah, it’s business. Pay or fuck off.
Keep it. Glitch, you’re in trouble.
Pleasure doin’ business!
Glitch: Trouble? But I got us this token!
[Scary Wench] Hand over my ammo, or I’ll crush your skull!
Whoa, calm down! Here’s your stuff!
I will pay. (1000 caps)
M: Pleasure doin’ business!
F: I could return it for free, just for a fuck.
No, take caps. (1000 caps)
Your loss.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh I love free returns of my items for a fuck.
Well then, as a bonus, I'll give you the opportunity to lick my tool after that free fuck!
Yes, fuck me.
Pleasure doin’ business!
Then fuck Glitch.
Damn, I could have asked for a fuck for her things!
Fuck both of us.
I love capitalism!

 

So it seems my rescue is going well.
Don't do that again! Never bargain without understanding anything in this life!
Wow, thanks for the advice. Yes, it seems to make sense.
You’re a disaster, Glitch! One more screw-up, and you’re gone.
I-I’m sorry! I’ll be better, please don’t leave me!
[Sarcasm] Yeah, you're the best rescued of all the walking disasters.
Hell yeah! Sorry for the language.
I’m done with you, Glitch. Get lost.
Lost? But I need you! I’ll wait here, okay?

Glitch wanders to Cappy’s Cafe: Let me choose the direction myself so as not to bother you!
Wow, so many clowns!
Bullshiter: Who did you call clowns, cunt?
You. We're at an amusement park, and you look really funny. Just walking jokes.
Overboss, your new slave’s got a big mouth. Fix this, or we’re smashing her—and you!
Don't you dare talk like that! So called overbitch is scary when she/he's angry! She/He'll lecture you all and spank your bottoms!
That it, bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!

You idiots want a brawl? You got one!
Oh, you’re askin’ for it, Overboss! Pile on, boys!
[Scary Wench] Back off, dickheads, or I’ll tear you all apart!
Damn, boss, we’re cool! Just control your bitch!
(Speech Challenge) Everyone calm down. She just got hit in the head too many times during rapes.
Fine, but she's already in my murder book.
Why then end a successful streak?
[Party Girl] Let’s turn this into a better riot! Drinks on me! (150 caps)
Drinks? Alright, you're not so bad!
Let us apologise to you in a womanly way.
This is a good deed!
Fuck her!
Hell yeah!
F: Fuck me!
Fuck yeah!
Fuck us!
Fucking hell yeah!

I thought they’d laugh at the clown thing! Why’s everyone so mad here? I’m sorry.
Follow me, but stop talking to strangers. And do anything at all except following me.
Got it! I’ll stick close, promise! I'm your tail.
Glitch, insulting raiders can get us killed. Think before you speak.
Oh... I didn’t know they’d get so angry. I’ll think first, okay?
Fuck you, Glitch!
The instructions are not clear, I start jerking off.
I’m done, Glitch. Get lost.
Lost? But I need you! I’ll wait here, okay?
[Idiotic Slut] Aww, Glitch, you’re so fun! Let’s go find more adventures on our asses!
Adventures? Yay! You’re the best!

 

Oh, wow, is this a giant lizard pet? It’s so... scaly! So-called overbitch, look! Should I pet it?
Glitch, don’t move! That’s a deathclaw—it’s dangerous. Stay still. I’ll handle it.
Dangerous? But it’s just looking at me!
You idiot! Stop wandering off!
I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know!
(Sarcasm) Great, Glitch, you found a deathclaw to cuddle. Happy?
Yay!
Glitch, you’re the deathclaw’s problem now.
Okay, I will try hard.
[Animal Friend] Glitch, stay calm. I can handle this creature.
You can? That’s amazing!
Let's kill this creature!
Yeah!
[Idiotic Slut] Hey, big guy, do you wanna to wrestle? But only with your dick!
Oh, I hope you kick his dick's ass!
F: Glitch, slowly back away. I'll distract him and his giant cock with my sexy body.
Okay, I’m moving! Good luck with his cock!
Stay here, and show it your ass.
Okay, if it helps us save ourselves...
Run, you fool!
Aieeeeeeeya!

 

I’ve caused you so much trouble, but you kept me safe. I want to stay somewhere I won’t mess things up.
You’re on your own, Glitch. Good luck.
On my own? I... I’ll try. Thanks for everything, so-called overbitch.
I know one such place. It's called the afterlife.
I don't really like the name of this place.
You can live in one of my outposts. It’s safe, and you’ll work.
A home? And I can help? That sounds perfect! Thank you!
You’re tougher than you think. Stay in Nuka-Town and make a name for yourself.
Me, tough? With your help, maybe I am! I’ll make you proud!

Oh, I forgot - I had an experimental pill hidden up my ass. Take it for your help.
Experimental Pill: Permanently increases your highest stat by 1 and permanently decreases your lowest stat by 1.

 

Edited June 4, 2025 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

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10 hours ago, DSHV said:

Do you have animations for super mutants? What exactly is the super romance option?


Boss Position for Sale — Sold!

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Sausager near the Commonwealth’s entry to Nuka-World’s transit system: Well, well, you’re the one sniffing around Nuka-World, huh? Name’s Sausager, and I’ve got a deal sweeter than Nuka-Cherry. The raiders need a new Overboss, but that Gauntlet’s a meat grinder. I can smuggle you straight to Nuka-Town—make you a [Cough] figurehead [Cough] boss, all power, no fuss. Catch is, you gotta prove you’re... cooperative. A few tests, nothing like a smooth babe like you can’t handle. Interested?
What kind of tests? Give me details.
Simple stuff—show me that you can take a hit, bend a knee, swear loyalty. Humiliating? Maybe. Painful? Could be. But you’ll be Overboss without a scratch from the Gauntlet. Deal?
- Why me? What’s your angle?
You look like you can handle a crowd, and I need someone who won’t stab me in the back. Yet. Ready?
[Sarcasm] There is a catch here, but what is it? It looks like a trap, smells like a trap, and quacks like a trap. What could it be?
Taste it, it tastes like an unwashed dick.
[Lone Wanderer] I work alone. No deals.
Alone? Nuka-World eats loners. Last chance for an easy in.
A figurehead? Pass.
Nah, you’re the star of the show! Gauntlet’s worse—turrets, traps, death. Rethink that pass.
[Idiotic Slut] Ooh, a boss? That sounds so fun! I’ll do anything!
Anything? Gods, you’re perfect. Let’s make you a star, sweetheart.
I’m in. Let’s do this.
Oh, I like you already. Eager little puppet, huh? Let’s get started.

Test one: show me you’re not too proud to get dirty. Wear only this—let’s call it a ‘costume’—and parade around.
(“Costume” is a Pack elephant helmet)
Screw this.
Oh, you’ll do it, or you’re walking into the Gauntlet. Try again.
Well, not the most shameful thing I've done in my life. [Take off your clothes and put on the “Costume”]
[Someone had generously filled the inside of the mask with their sperm.]
Look at that animal! You're a natural. Dance!
No.
So what now then?
[Dance]
Ha-ha-ha! Now bring that tin can! [He threw the tin can aside]
Your tin can.
Thanks, bitchy. [He stuck your trunk down his pants] No dignity - check! Now let's see how strong your meat is. Test two: sit your skinny ass down in the dirt and spread your knees for me. I'll kickfuck you.
Kick... Fuck me?
I'll kick you in the cunt until you cum. Kickfucking. My humble invention.
Can you try it the old-fashioned way - with your dick?
And where's the fun in that?
[Prepare yourself for kickfucking]
Now don't you dare move. You can only moan with pleasure. [Without delay he kicks you hard between the legs. A groan of pain escaped you. You want to bend over, but you hold yourself back. He starts to kick your pussy and you suffer and endure. Finally, with joy, you realize that you are ready and warn him. He puts his dirty sole on your pussy and began to rub your clit. You try to get up, but he kicks you back down and wipes his boot on your stomach. You stand up on shaky legs. Your crotch is one big bruise.]
Tell everyone that I did it with my dick and balls. Final test: swear loyalty to Nuka-World’s raiders. Kneel, put my dick in your mouth, and say the words—‘I’m your Overboss, bound to serve.’ Your words may not come out clear, but I will forgive you.
[Scary Wench] I can only swear I'll stick your dick in your mouth and you'll walk around like that for the rest of your life.
Alright, real boss material. Pass.
(Speech Challenge) I’ll swear, but no cocksucking. I’m nobody’s sex slave.
Have you fucking seen yourself from the outside? Come on, suck it, smacking your lips.
Got spine, huh? Fine.
No.

Fuck.

[Kneel down and open your mouth]
You’re a damn spectacle!
[You got down on your knees, raise your hand up, and he came close and inserted his penis into your mouth.]
Repeat after me, cocksuсking titted cuntly schmuck: I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
[Pull the cock out of your mouth] Does it have to be a bitch?
Well, you can be a toilet or a whore. [He shoved his dick back in, holding you by the back of your head]
[Sarcasm] You swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
[He slaps you on the back of the head] I see you're a very provocative bitch. Do you like to pull a tiger's cock?
Am slurp mmm mm slurp mmm Mmm-Mmm mmmm.
I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders.
Louder, bitch!
Am slurp mmm mm slurp mmm Mmm-Mmm mmmm!
I swear to serve as a bitch to all Nuka-World raiders!
I honor the strong, run with the wild, and fight for the alpha’s glory. Say it, and mean it.
Am slurp mmm mmm m mmm mm mm slurp!
I honor the strong, run with the wild, and fight for the alpha’s glory!
I crave the blade, spill blood for joy, and revel in death’s embrace. Your turn.
Am mmm m m mmm slurp mm m m mmm m mm mm!
I crave the blade, spill blood for joy, and revel in death’s embrace!
I serve the coin, scheme for power, and crush all who defy profit.
Am mmm mm m slurp mmm mmm mm mmm!
I serve the coin, scheme for power, and crush all who defy profit!
I am Overboss, slave to its chaos, king of its ruins, forever bound to its will.
Am slurp slurp m mmm mmm mmm mmm m mmm m m mmm!
I am Overboss, slave to its chaos, king of its ruins, forever bound to its will!
Argh! [He grabs your head with both hands, presses it into his crotch and came in your mouth.] The oath is sealed with my sperm seal!
You’re in, Overboss. Time to meet your new kingdom. Nuka-Town’s waiting. Now I'm going to knock you out with my fist and take you to your new home. Maybe I'll have some fun with your body on this long journey.

(Player is teleported to Nuka-Town USA, bypasses Gauntlet, starting “An Ambitious Plan.”)

Synth in the Wild

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Glitch near Evan's home: This Nuka-World is amazing—like a giant playground! Oh, wow, you must be someone important! I’m Glitch, just got here from the Institute. I'm a synth and I'm a little lost. Can you help me?
Who are you? Why are you here?
Good question. I have no idea. First I was in the Institute, my home, and then BLAM! blue light and I'm here. No one told me what to do. Wait, the light was more like white with a blue tint, that's more accurate.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh, iron lady, let me help you. Then you help me, I'm lost too.
You’re awesome! Let's save each other and teach each other the wisdoms of life.
Die, synth!
But what did I do?
You know, in the Wasteland, it is traditional to engage in genital-to-genital contact during initial encounters.
I don't want to seem impolite! Let's give each other a nice greeting!
It’s dangerous to say you’re a synth. Keep that quiet.
Dangerous? But it’s who I am! Oh, okay, I’ll try to be more humane. I am a human being of the female gender. Emmm... Sapiens Humanson. Yes, this is very humanesque!
I’ll help you. Follow me.
Yes, find me a safe place! I’ll stick close—promise!
I won't help. You're on your own.
On my own? It's horrible and tiny! Please, I need you!

Oh, can I carry something for you? I’m super helpful!
Do you know how to fight?
You just have to wave a heavy thing around and pull the trigger on a gun, pointing it at the bad people. Or the good people, if we're the bad ones.
No.
Can I at least get some armor? So that I slowly die, and you have time to heroically save me?
Yes.
Wow, I can see why everyone is so obsessed with possessions. It gives you a sense of control and power, mhahaha!

Follow me.
Oh, I follow commands perfectly, I'm a biological machine!
Wait.
Is there another reason for this besides that love for me was suddenly lost?
Let's trade.
Items!
Let's fuck.
Are all people like this? Should I be so lustful too, since I'm your copy?

 

Ass Pirate: Well, well, well, so-called overbitch. Out for a stroll with your pet? We’ll have fun with her.
Glitch: Pet? I’m a synth, not a pet!/Oh, I shouldn't have said that. I’m a human creature, not a pet! Blah-blah-bleh!
Ass Pirate: You are an ungodly vile creature!
Glitch: And the so-called overbitch is way stronger than you—plus, we’ve got tons of valuable stuff! Right, so-called overbitch?/First, you need to engage in a genital-to-genital greeting. Why are you being so impolite? Take off your pants and stand in the right position in front of the so-called overbitch!
Ass Pirate: So you think you can fuck us? And loaded with loot? Oh, this just got interesting. Hand it all over—now!
You're dead!
No, you!
[Wasteland Warlord] Listen, here, so-called live raiderling. I'll count to three and start shooting you in the back. One.
[Scary Wench] Touch us, and I’ll rip your spine out!
Damn, you're crazy! We're out!
(Speech Challenge) Back off, or challenge me to a fight for the title of Overboss according to all the rules.
Tch, fine, Overboss. Who needs this funny title? It's like being a common scapegoat.
No one will know.
Here's 500 caps. Now leave us alone.
Smart move, Boss. See ya around.
Take her, not me.
We won't stick our cocks into this fake woman! Who knows what's in there? F: But you are a different matter, public "boss".
F: Take me and then leave us alone.
Come to daddy, publc overbitch!
Again, underslut!
I would brag that I fucked the overboss. But there is nothing worthwhile in this.

 

Find Glitch.

Naked Glitch in Nuka-Town USA: Hey, my saver! I made a great deal! I gave all my things for this bottle cap. Hope that’s okay. Can you believe it's worth about a million dollars? Look how pretty it is!
Are you an idiot?
Yes, I always have Intelligence of one in testing. And what?
Anyway I gave you worstless junk.
Yay! Are you a genius? How you thought of everything! We got the equivalent of million dollars and got rid of the trash!
Give me back my things! I only lent them to you!
I'll give you the cap and you can buy yourself better things!
[Idiotic Slut] Wow! We are rich!
I know! [You started dancing in a circle holding hands. Mags covered his face with his palm]

Mags: Your friend’s got no sense. Want this stuff back? It’ll cost ya.
(Hard Speech Challenge) That trade was a mistake, Mags. Hand it over.
Fine, take your shit. But I will take my "million dollars".
Mistake? Nah, it’s business. Pay or fuck off.
Keep it. Glitch, you’re in trouble.
Pleasure doin’ business!
Glitch: Trouble? But I got us this token!
[Scary Wench] Hand over my ammo, or I’ll crush your skull!
Whoa, calm down! Here’s your stuff!
I will pay. (1000 caps)
M: Pleasure doin’ business!
F: I could return it for free, just for a fuck.
No, take caps. (1000 caps)
Your loss.
[Idiotic Slut] Oh I love free returns of my items for a fuck.
Well then, as a bonus, I'll give you the opportunity to lick my tool after that free fuck!
Yes, fuck me.
Pleasure doin’ business!
Then fuck Glitch.
Damn, I could have asked for a fuck for her things!
Fuck both of us.
I love capitalism!

 

So it seems my rescue is going well.
Don't do that again! Never bargain without understanding anything in this life!
Wow, thanks for the advice. Yes, it seems to make sense.
You’re a disaster, Glitch! One more screw-up, and you’re gone.
I-I’m sorry! I’ll be better, please don’t leave me!
[Sarcasm] Yeah, you're the best rescued of all the walking disasters.
Hell yeah! Sorry for the language.
I’m done with you, Glitch. Get lost.
Lost? But I need you! I’ll wait here, okay?

Glitch wanders to Cappy’s Cafe: Let me choose the direction myself so as not to bother you!
Wow, so many clowns!
Bullshiter: Who did you call clowns, cunt?
You. We're at an amusement park, and you look really funny. Just walking jokes.
Overboss, your new slave’s got a big mouth. Fix this, or we’re smashing her—and you!
Don't you dare talk like that! So called overbitch is scary when she/he's angry! She/He'll lecture you all and spank your bottoms!
That it, bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!

You idiots want a brawl? You got one!
Oh, you’re askin’ for it, Overboss! Pile on, boys!
[Scary Wench] Back off, dickheads, or I’ll tear you all apart!
Damn, boss, we’re cool! Just control your bitch!
(Speech Challenge) Everyone calm down. She just got hit in the head too many times during rapes.
Fine, but she's already in my murder book.
Why then end a successful streak?
[Party Girl] Let’s turn this into a better riot! Drinks on me! (150 caps)
Drinks? Alright, you're not so bad!
Let us apologise to you in a womanly way.
This is a good deed!
Fuck her!
Hell yeah!
F: Fuck me!
Fuck yeah!
Fuck us!
Fucking hell yeah!

I thought they’d laugh at the clown thing! Why’s everyone so mad here? I’m sorry.
Follow me, but stop talking to strangers. And do anything at all except following me.
Got it! I’ll stick close, promise! I'm your tail.
Glitch, insulting raiders can get us killed. Think before you speak.
Oh... I didn’t know they’d get so angry. I’ll think first, okay?
Fuck you, Glitch!
The instructions are not clear, I start jerking off.
I’m done, Glitch. Get lost.
Lost? But I need you! I’ll wait here, okay?
[Idiotic Slut] Aww, Glitch, you’re so fun! Let’s go find more adventures on our asses!
Adventures? Yay! You’re the best!

 

Oh, wow, is this a giant lizard pet? It’s so... scaly! So-called overbitch, look! Should I pet it?
Glitch, don’t move! That’s a deathclaw—it’s dangerous. Stay still. I’ll handle it.
Dangerous? But it’s just looking at me!
You idiot! Stop wandering off!
I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know!
(Sarcasm) Great, Glitch, you found a deathclaw to cuddle. Happy?
Yay!
Glitch, you’re the deathclaw’s problem now.
Okay, I will try hard.
[Animal Friend] Glitch, stay calm. I can handle this creature.
You can? That’s amazing!
Let's kill this creature!
Yeah!
[Idiotic Slut] Hey, big guy, do you wanna to wrestle? But only with your dick!
Oh, I hope you kick his dick's ass!
F: Glitch, slowly back away. I'll distract him and his giant cock with my sexy body.
Okay, I’m moving! Good luck with his cock!
Stay here, and show it your ass.
Okay, if it helps us save ourselves...
Run, you fool!
Aieeeeeeeya!

 

I’ve caused you so much trouble, but you kept me safe. I want to stay somewhere I won’t mess things up.
You’re on your own, Glitch. Good luck.
On my own? I... I’ll try. Thanks for everything, so-called overbitch.
I know one such place. It's called the afterlife.
I don't really like the name of this place.
You can live in one of my outposts. It’s safe, and you’ll work.
A home? And I can help? That sounds perfect! Thank you!
You’re tougher than you think. Stay in Nuka-Town and make a name for yourself.
Me, tough? With your help, maybe I am! I’ll make you proud!

Oh, I forgot - I had an experimental pill hidden up my ass. Take it for your help.
Experimental Pill: Permanently increases your highest stat by 1 and permanently decreases your lowest stat by 1.

 

The one to bring princess to paradise and masa. l am assuming it must be a my end issue with memory but even with no mods it crashes.

[shmungus]

2 hours ago, shmungus said:

The one to bring princess to paradise and masa. l am assuming it must be a my end issue with memory but even with no mods it crashes.

Well I found the issue and it was me just crashing after spending like 1 minute in that cell idk why but it worked now, sorry for wasting your time Author.

[katrina.balanchuk]

Please excuse my ignoranc eif the answrr is buried a few pages back:

 

So is the new nukaworld content published yet?

And if so, where is it avialble?

The latest files I see available is the same one I alreadty have

[vangun71]

So been looking for some time, and the mysterious woman from clockwork family, I can't find her any tips would be sweet