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Barbie scale birch armoire
Made from a granola bar box, packing tape, paper, glue (tacky and stick), mat board, corrugated cardboard for top, brown paint, leftover wooden dollhouse siding pieces for the base, and paper birch sticks I collected on vacation 2 summers ago for the drawer pulls.
Fallout 4 • ReShade • Console commands for FOV, Camera
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This series of photos is from our recent trip to the Bavarian/Tyrolean region of Germany and Austria. Some of my best memories of traveling are what passes by while on a train. These images were taken through the window of our train from Munich to Fussen Germany.
Firstly, Picnik messed up the quality in the photo and I'm too lazy to edit it all over again.
Am I dead yet?
I'd imagine it would more peaceful if I were dead, lots of quiet and me time.
The liquid Koto has flooded most of the exit ramps to the Hellfire . If I find one scratch on that baby I'm going to kill every member of the bloody Black Sun gang.
We made it to the higher ground of the area, followed by a crazy gang of criminals, Pirates, Bounty hunters and civilians. Basically all the scum-bags in the Galaxy. We lost contact with Dust before we arrived. Last thing I heard from him he was bringing my SCUBA attachment for my armour as we have to go aqua for this one. As the angry mob arived they opened fire upon us, we had no choice but to kill them. Most were Mercenaries, civilians and slavers.
I stopped. The slaver, The slave, he looked farmiliar. No could it be? He's dead! I hard the sound of a BARC speeder. It was Dust. He had lost controll and was hurtling towards us. The BARC collided with the enterance to the strip-club we were using as high ground. Dust was incinerated instanly and Hayes lost his arm as he was fighting against the mob on the lower ground. I ran to the slave, killed the dealer. I took his arm and pulled him up to the enterance to the club. The fire was burning at fuel pipes and I looked at my men. Hound and Mason were inSCUBA gear and ready to plunge. I told them to jump. Then, I took the slaves hand and said:
"Welcome back Fy'Sha"
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