The complete edition of the Leacher story.

Now, if this is a really bad game, alright so be it. But I think it has at least some potential... Well, reader, that's up to you. Keep in mind that this is more of a STORY than a GAME.

If it sucks, I am truly sorry for wasting your time.

This is an insignificant story in this insignificant town, about love and a child growing up. This Byll's story.

BIG thanks to Spacecats for their invaluable testing of the game (http://chooseyourstory.com/Member/?Username=Spacecats)

If you have any questions about the game, feel free to message me :)

No, you're drunk mizal, go home.

When did this shit roll in?

Not mad or anything...

First time I liked something Malk's

My condolences 

It's quite annoying to be unable to access it simply. Sometimes I miss a notification when opening a lot of them, and I want to see it... It would be handy to place a link there.

I just noticed there's a picture there, so I hope this different version of ice cream thing gets accepted. Also, I was kinda pressed for time, sorry :(

"Dave?"
"Yeah Ashley?" Dave replied swallowing a chunk of ice cream he dug out of the box with his makeshift spoon. They sat on a ledge beside a road, staring into the broken highway whose chunks lied on what was now a desert:
"Do you know there was grass there once." Dave stared into some twisted form of cacti that started growing there. It was peaceful. Absolutely nothing besides them was heard:
"It's hard to imagine isn't it?" Dave said slowly swallowing another chunk of ice cream. Ashley tried her best to imagine how an aboundance of grass would look like:
"Would you like there to be grass?" Dave stopped eating the ice cream. He saw her eyes glitter in the sunlight, struggling to contain the tears inside:
"I would."
Around a dozen seconds of silence passed: "Why are we still here?"
"How do you mean?"
"Why are we… Cursed to be born into this time. Why did God do this Dave?" Her eyes couldn't struggle anymore, and two large drops of water flowed down her cheeks. Dave placed his hand around her, gripping her tightly:
"I'll tell you why we're here. Because we're strong. This wasteland needs strong people, and God considered us to be strong enough. We're alive because we didn't give up. We're still here because we are smart."
"I don't want to be here."
"Neither do I."
"Can't we just go? I'm sick of it."
"The way I see it is that we're badass motherfuckers. Life made a bet it will break us. It didn't. And it owes us now. And I am not leaving until that debt is paid."
Ashley smiled through the tears: "But it's been throwing shit at us for thirty years now. What makes you think it will stop."
Dave noticed his speech failed. It worked on their daughter, before she died, but it doesn't work on her mother:
"Because this can't be it. It just can't. It doesn't make sense to live like a dog the entire life without anything going your way. I'm telling you, something will happen. Just wait and you'll see."
"Look at that." Ashley spoke after a short period of silence, in which she completely laid in Dave's lap. She pointed at the same wasteland as before:
"There's nothing left. We're not even supposed to be alive."
"How do you mean there's nothing left? I see road, you can us that to build something. I see sand, you can use that to distil water. I also see cactus, you can eat that. Good, that cactus. It lives here like we do. It shouldn't be there. Nothing should be there. Yet it is. Life finds a way." They kept quiet for a few minutes:
"I would just like to see how grass smells? I've read such wonderful things about it. Is it too much to ask for?"
"This is because of the grass? Well, it's been a long time since the bombs fell. And I've heard talks about life in Kentucky (it's the first thing that fell on my mind.). If there's any life, there has to be some grass."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Let me tell you, we don't have to sleep here tonight. Eat the ice cream and we'll go, see if it's true."
"I know it's not true."
"How'd you know?"
"It's unlikely. Less then 10% I reckon." Ashley like throwing out random numbers. The sun was setting:
"Well, that's still a precentage."

They smiled and finished the ice cream.

I am surprised you noticed. Thanks.

I will stay this time.

I was skiing, fell and landed on my head. Yay.

I... I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend the whole complete Fallout audience (including myself) by posting that... Can I be anyhow forgiven?

Yeah, I completed it last month... Is it just me doing something with my computer, or have they actually improved the graphics on it and the performance on AMD