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ꜰᴜʀᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ∙ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ∙ ᴘɪᴄᴀʀᴛᴏ ∙ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ∙ ᴛᴇʟᴇɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟ

Burke made his last appearance in 2017 -- www.furaffinity.net/view/22816… and is finally back, good as new, so to speak. About time, I'd say!
Now, I think I won't prate on the details and just uh gonna copy-paste a rough draft written by sargatanasis .

Here it is... a hazy memory of him collapsing on the floor like that, all alone, completely twisted on cheap drugs and drinks. And here goes another one -- another, that feels real, causing sharp pain as if the consciousness issues warnings through its loud hailer. The big, bright lights of this crooked city, burning high in the air, are all fun and gamble until he falls victim to sin and landmines, carefully placed by fate or ill will in Freeside’s boondocks. A twist on a twist. Worn down by all these years of hard-luck yet caressed by hard-earned victories, he was heading north to New Vegas looking for mercenary work, to end up like this. Limpy, with several giant pieces of scrapped metal replacing his legs, pathetic and depressed.

There is no such thing as sentiment in a sinner's city.

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ꜰᴜʀᴀꜰꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ∙ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ∙ ᴘɪᴄᴀʀᴛᴏ ∙ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ
ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ∙ ᴛᴇʟᴇɢʀᴀᴍ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟ

Burke made his last appearance in 2017 -- www.furaffinity.net/view/22816… and is finally back, good as new, so to speak. About time, I'd say!
Now, I think I won't prate on the details and just uh gonna copy-paste a rough draft written by sargatanasis .

Here it is... a hazy memory of him collapsing on the floor like that, all alone, completely twisted on cheap drugs and drinks. And here goes another one -- another, that feels real, causing sharp pain as if the consciousness issues warnings through its loud hailer. The big, bright lights of this crooked city, burning high in the air, are all fun and gamble until he falls victim to sin and landmines, carefully placed by fate or ill will in Freeside’s boondocks. A twist on a twist. Worn down by all these years of hard-luck yet caressed by hard-earned victories, he was heading north to New Vegas looking for mercenary work, to end up like this. Limpy, with several giant pieces of scrapped metal replacing his legs, pathetic and depressed.

There is no such thing as sentiment in a sinner's city.