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Previously called World of the Dead ---- Smashing zombie skulls or picking up babes? I just can't decide which I wanna do more ---- Do note- before you guys leave any other stupid reviews because of 1 thing So let me say it now so you guys don't waste your time... This is a harem...better yet let's say the mc partakes in polygamy since he's not collecting dolls What are dolls for those who don't know.... useless women who's only purpose is giving sexual relief This story contains multiverse travelling but it's in the form of a competition so that means he's not the only reincarnator, don't like that? fuck o.... I mean don't read ---- Do note if people continuing to give low reviews after I write this, when the competition is revealed in chapter 11, I'll delete them. For those who like the book, thank your for your support and I'll always be trying to find ways to improve and better my writing

‘Big’ Juan D. Welles AKA: Juan Grande, Sexy Juan, Juan with the Thiccness, Handy Juan, Juan with the Big Hands, The Taco Terminator. He's a man with many many names and many skills due to reincarnating with the Fallout New Vegas System curtesy of Levid's Magical Wheel of Reincarnation. Reborn in Vista Del Rey, Big Juan is ready and willing to take on the terrors of Night City. Nothing is going to stop him on his rise in this true story of Rags to B#tche$.

| Description | A guy who enjoys spending his free time gaming and working out is suddenly reincarnated into an alternate Fallout world as the lone wanderer from Fallout 3. How will he use his Fallout knowledge to survive in this dog-eat-dog world that has been reduced to a radioactive wasteland for the last 200 years with all sorts of dangers lurking around every corner? | Other information | Other Tags: Relatively Ruthless MC, Kingdom Building, Faction Building, War, Aliens, Space Travel, Multiverse Travel, Mutants, Magic, Robots, Exploration, Cannibals, Sex, Drugs, Slavery, Galactic Conquest, Cultivation | Links | Discord Link: https://discord.gg/NP8e6CymdY

Will be cross posting to scribble hub under loskro as well for pc users. Alastair Williams was an avid gamer at the age of 20 having played all manner of video games by this point. one stormy day alastair had finally finished fallout three with one hundred percent completion and went to grab another game from his collection called dragon quest 11 when a bolt of struck him out of nowhere killing him instantly. this is the story of how he was reborn in the world of dragon quest 11 with a system remarkably similar to in fallout. This story will follow the story of dragon quest eleven before reaching into various other worlds such as one piece , bleach , marvel , dc , and maybe others. i only own my ocs and all credit for everything else goes to its respective owners.

An ordinary girl that you can find anywhere die in a plane crash. She got reborn in MHA with the power of 3 different stand granted by a mysterious female voice. Will she use it for her own goals or help others with her new found power. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don’t own anything. 1 week for 1-2 chapter.

(BTW MC DOES NOT GET WISHES COS OF GOOD KARMA) In the beginning, there was nothing, until Chaos appeared and ended the period of emptiness. From Chaos sprouted two elements, two concepts from which everything we come to know derives from. Purity and Taint. The two of them couldn't exist in unity and peace so why were they present in such an ordinary-looking boy? By the way. If you could, try out my new original novel. The name is Natural Instinct.

Read the latest chapter. Lucas is reborn into the Fallout universe as a Deathclaw that shares a heavy resemblance to Molag bal. "Radiation Immunity I can understand but High Magic resistance? What's going on?"

An original novel set in the Fallout universe, written to be accessible to all, featuring unique people and places Fallout: Vault X tells the story of John. A vault dweller, who spent every day of his twenty five years underground. Like his father, and his father before him. Proud to live in the last remaining bastion of humanity, all that survived The Great War of the atomic age. Hidden deep below the surface of the earth, toiling under brutal conditions. Year after year, decade upon decade. All to expand into the natural cave system the Vault occupied, building for the future. However, John knew what his forefathers did not, that everything he’d been taught was a lie. After finishing school at the age of ten, John received his standard issue pipboy. An arm mounted personal computer, worn by everyone in the Vault. Used to coordinate the relentless pace of expansion, needed to work as an apprentice. To learn the craft that would be his life’s work. A noble calling to ensure a future for all that remained of the human race. A quirk of fate saw John equipped not with the crude, clunky, pipboy model his father wore. That almost everyone around him wore. His looked smaller, sleeker, finished in a jet black sheen. And capable of doing far more than its drab counterparts. The world above had been ravaged by atomic flames, yet life clung to its bones. The Red Valley fared better than most in the century since the bombs fell. The clean water and rich soil protected by rolling hills. All spared from direct strikes, for the most part. Life survived here. Trees spawned from charred ground, misshapen, green leaves turned red. Along with simple crops, grown wild at first, then cultivated by the survivors. The scavengers of the old world were inventive, hardy people. All determined to rebuild in the ruins of a world they never knew. In the decades that passed settlements emerged. They grew, spreading along the valley floor. Reclaiming the pre-war remnants of the once industrialised heartland. Salvaging the robotic wonders of a bygone age to build their walls and work their fields. To protect them in the dark of the wasteland. But such things are uncommon in this world, and the rarer something is, the greater its value. And the worth of pre-war technology had not gone unnoticed. The last, real, power in this world rested in the mechanised hands of The Brotherhood of Steel. Forged from the mortally wounded old world military. The Brotherhood used its access to the weapons made for a conflict no one won to strike out into the wastes. Men and women were equipped with advanced armour, aerial transportation, high grade weaponry. Accompanied by the training, strength, and will, to put them to use. They established chapters and set up outputs far and wide. All dedicated to a single purpose. To ensure the technology left abandoned by its long dead creators didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Namely, any hands that were not their own. This is the world John escaped into. A place of horrors brought forth from atomic fire. A place where survival meant battling against the darkness. Fighting a war each day to get to the next. And war...war never changes

Enzo was an ordinary college graduate. After three days of working non-stop, he finally gave in to the exhaustion and eventually died. He thought he was dead, but he heard this thing instead of God. "You're awake, How about that." Instead of God, he saw an almost balding white man sitting beside his bed. He realized he had been reincarnated into the world of Fallout: New Vegas. Follow Enzo he went on an adventure before the courier entered the story. Going to Primm? Of course. Trying to mess with NCR? Perhaps. Getting to new vegas? Definitely. Talking to a giant face on a monitor? Why not? Rebuilding the United States of America with Enclave? Let's see Follow Enzo as he goes through the quirk and absurd moments in the world of Fallout. Release Rate: 7 Chapters a week, unless I'm busy A/N: This fanfic would also display the world of Fallout 4, but quite far into the story. I also combine the mechanic from New Vegas and Fallout 4 in a way that is desirable, at least for me. Sorry in advance if you don't like some of the mechanics used. I won't use mechanics that people dislike, such as the fusion core in Fallout 4, etc. Also, some of the things in this novel aren't that lore friendly. One thing that I tried to do is incorporated some of the modern tech and weapons into our world, of course, with its own reasonings. Who is the person in the cover picture? She's Aurel. Who's Aurel? I'll let you decide who else wears an Elite Riot Gear.

Ray McAllister having a recurring Nightmare where's the world end is near. Armed with that knowledge he will attempt to save his friends and family. (sorry for the bad grammar etc. its my first time writing and as per usual Fallout is the property of Bethesda Softworks) Here if you want to support me : p@reon.com/Dowaray or https://ko fi.com/dowaray