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time travel, radiation, mutation, werewolves, humans. All things I was not used to interacting with, even other humans. But when you stumble onto a prewar teleporter and think 'what the hell?' and walk through it after being taken to an inch of your life. Thats what happend to me.

Being almost killed by a deathclaw encounter. I had hid from it in some prewar reserch facility and decided that I should explore before I bled out, finding the teleporter had saved my life. Or had it only made it worse?

(be fore warned, I have bearly tipped my feet into this and it may be a bad first attempt. also if you don't like swearing and little bits of violence, then I suggest you don't read this story.)