Oh Sniper Rifle.
Have my deadly armor-piercing bullet-babies that will fire out of you and into the sides of deathclaws who are not even aware of our presence, and then collapse to the ground in a slumped heap.
Oh Sniper Rifle.
You cost me mad crazy caps and to mod you cost even more but I regret not a single cap. Deathclaws do not frighten me now for you will keep me safe.
Oh Sniper Rifle.
Fuck those Deathclaws so hard. Fuck them. So. Hard.
Oh Sniper Rifle.
I am going to all the shops and buying .308 ammo and things to make more .308 ammo and things to make more weapon repair kits for I shall keep you shiny until the day I die of old age or of falling off something totally way too high that I was like "I can so make this jump" at even though I couldn't, because with you next to me I will never be killed by any of the horrible monsters of the wastes.
Oh Sniper Rifle.
I love you.
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