What is your name?
Decimatius Explosivus Catastropicous the III.
Please, call me "Deci."
What are you?
Ordinary Human, surprising considering where I'm from...
Where are you from?
The Great Wastes of Old America.
Do you have any next of kin?
All of those poor souls died off in various wasteland-stereotypical ways... Ran over by raiders... Eaten by ghouls... Went mad and committed suicide... Blown up by their own daughter... That kinda stuff.
EXPLOSIONS?
Certainly!
Does the previous question confuse you?
In fact it does, as there is too little information. What KIND of explosions? Fragmentary? Incendiary? Chemical? Pheromonal? I need to know, it's rather awkward when you throw the wrong kind and the next thing you know the Wailing Soul you were trying to silence is whispering sweet, seductive nothings in your ear... at full volume.
Are you a felon? (This does not affect your employment.)
I would be if there were any laws in the Wastes!
If your answer was yes to the above, State your felony.
Arson. Murder. Arson. Vandalism. Arson. Arson. Interspecies Relationships (See 2 questions up).
Are you ready for ADVENTURE?
Only if there's females to seduce and things to detonate~
Who is the current POTUS, if applicable?
Lord Anarchy himself!
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Ooh, goody, SECRETS!
What are you taking with you? A large bandolier of grenades, and the stuff to brew my own out of whatever happens to be on hand.
Guns?
Pfft, those are the coward's weapon!
Are there any peculiarities about you?
Inherent resistance to explosions of all kinds. Only explosions. Rocket Propelled Acid Missiles do nothing to me. The very same acid simply splashed on my face? THE HORRIFIC PAIN!