The Man walked a deserted street in the middle of the wasteland. cars, tires, and radiation covered the path, but he didn't care. New vegas was right north of his location, and he was determined to get there, no matter what. The Man was walking and minding his business when suddenly a voice called to him.
"Hey homie, what brings you out here?" a medium-built cazador said.
The Man turned quickly around and said,"OMG.A CAZADOR.Pfffssst. You only have like 80 hp you noobish creature. And i'm level 30, max!Are you ready to die you easy noob?"
"Yo homie, you a [censored]. I level up with you, and lucky for me, i'm a rare species with a damage threshold of 12. So attacking me would mean your death bro."Said the Cazador, beginning to dance.
"Save the talk Cazanoob!Your going down with my modded out varmint rifle.Take that!"
Five clip of varmint bullets later,"Yo homes, please man i'm warning ya. Look my hp regenerating.945...946...2000 sweet."said the cazador.
You mocking me, [censored]!

I dont even understand

I do believe this to be a comedy.

'I've capped deathclaws with bb guns you noob animal, and ill cap you with one---well I'll use a fatman."
One mini-nuke later, the Cazador said,"Dude you just giving me more hp than normal.Shoulda taken the mod off before you messed with me homes."
The man said no more, he walked up to the cazador, smiled, and punched it with a low unarmed skill.
'Knock out mod [censored]!", the man said The Cazador was at 5 hp when he finally said,'Homie, you asked fo it! part 2 later

But the story, I are confuzzled, very confuzzled.

No comedy.This is my biography of my dog. Yes its a comedy.

5 antivenoms later, the man was being chased by at least 500 of these rare species. He used up his antivenom, and his pc commands were too slow and risky to type in. The man was nearing new vegas. Luckily, all 8 companions were at the gate and offered to protect the Man. He said thanks and went to the gate and inside. The Companions all got aten when told to sing their Abc's. after 10 failed attempts, they were carried off by the Cazadors. The man on the otherhand was safe in his Lucky 38 apartment, telling mr. house how he killled 500 cazadors. "Awesome, mr.man. I suggest you get some rest for a day for tomorrow. The Man said ok and pressed the wait button . The 24 second countdown was at 2 seconds when, when the game FROZE! The cazador managed to hack the pc's cpunit.

The Man went back to his saves when he reloaded the game. he scrolled to his recent save that was heading to NV and realized that this was the Cazador location.


"[censored]"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On this save the man married the homie cazador and together they had deathclaws and cats. The End.

I hope you liked my auto biography and will tell your grandchildren about the man who didn't save his game when meeting a cazador. *) This is very educational so please don't close it.

Okay, now I have no clue as to what the hell this is.

Its spam.

Report?

I don't even.... What the hell is going on? :sadvaultboy:

EDIT: Yes Report

Go easy on him. It's his first attempt at a fan fic.

I got bored. Its fction a nd its funny. I don't see why you'd report it for that. It has to do with FNV and its about the hilarious cazadors.

Cause its not a serious comedy.

WHen somebody makes a comedy, its actually funny and makes sense adn a plot line. This was just spam.

You randomly decided to write this adn then in the next 5 minutes decided to write 5 more "chapters", and spammed. If anything you did this so you could get replies to a thread.

Sorry but that is just what it seems.

This would of been more accepted:

The Mojave sun was shining bright, the Man decided he would take a walk, he grabbed his .44 and went out the door. As he strolled through the Mojave desert he came across a Cazador who was wearing sunglasses, the Man was shocked, why would a Cazador be doing such crazy things. But what shocked the man even more was the fact that the Cazador was now talking!

"Whats good in the hood?" asked the Cazador.

The Man stared at the Cazador, the Man then pinched himself on the arm thinking he was dreaming, he blurted out ow as he did it. Strangely the Cazador was still there, the Man was not dreaming.

"Your a freaking Cazador! How are you speaking?" asked the Man with much wonder.

"Mods my friend, mods."

The End.

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You only had to say spam once, I think we would of got the point . But it may not be spam, it might just be unprofessional.

If you really want to write fan fiction, you should probably use a text document, rather than, you know, posting two lines per post over several posts.