Once upon a time there was a Little Rat. The Little Rat wasn't like any other rat lived before atomic bombs burned to the ground all hopes of humanity. But the Little Rat didn't know or care. Her internal organs were deformed. She was in pain — but she didn't know that as well. She was born that way. The Little Rat lived in the Dark Comfy Cave. Deep down in the Dark Comfy Cave there was a big door never to be opened. The Little Rat didn't know the doors are to be opened. All the Little Rat ever wanted was to eat and to fuck. Those two things were the center of her mind every second of her very existance. Life of the Little Rat wasn't quite meaningful, nor was it in any sense cheerful. But even if the Little Rat was able to contemplate it, she wouldn't find the right time. With her little paws she was desperately holding to her little life, full of danger and pain. THEN THE VAULT DWELLER CAME AROUND AND FUCKING SHOT THE LITTLE RAT, SO HER ASS FLEW OVER TO ONE CORNER OF THE DARK COMFY CAVE, WHILE HER HEAD ROLLED TO ANOTHER. Fallout is the game of love. Commissions are open.